The green fire burned every inch of his body, assaulting him with pain he wished he had never known. His screams could be heard across the cursed halls as the beings around him took great delight on his suffering. He was not alone in this place though, others had been taken prisoners from wars in nameless kingdoms. He had seen it, the terror of the Legion and he had witnessed the scouring of countless worlds.
Yet he could not escape their wrath and the Eyes of the Demonkind found him even after a thousand years. A thousand years that looked like a moment. He wanted to protect his people, give them a home, thus the offer of the Sun King proved irresistible. He and his people had drowned on the power of demons for as long as he served the Lord of Netherstorm.
His defeat forced him to abandon their new home once again, traversing foreign and alien worlds in search of a new fount of power. He did all he could to sate his hunger, resorting to consuming the power of his own summoned demons, until he built a new home on one of the shattered worlds, where he and his people got drunk in the magical energies.
They hunted for Demon ships, filling their blood with Eldritch powers. And the eyes of the Deceiver finally turned towards their new home. the battle lasted only for an instant as long closed portals spurred to life and ships filled the empty void. Hordes of demons descended upon the outnumbered defenders, slaughtering all but the strongest. Though destruction was not their purpose. Instead the survivors were taken to one of the many ships that drifted through chaos and were received torment to such an extent which would have made any other turn mad.
He, their leader, suffered most of all. He had fed on more demons than any other of his kin, giving him a stronger body than his brothers and sisters. His tormentors took great pleasure in devising new ways to make him suffer. He endured, he would not succumb. Rage filled his every thought, despair his every memory. He would not break no matter what. As he held on to that thought, his body endured, his last piece of racial pride made him hold on to the light of sanity.
The demons laughed at him, as the floating figures gave him the worst of their strength, the man endured. His body was scarred by felfire and his eyes were poked out in the most pain inducing way they could. Now only darkness and agony remained.
Until it stopped. "It can end" A soft voice came to his ears, a woman's voice. "All this suffering and pain can end, both for you and your people." He felt the touch of a hand on his chin, raising his head and feeling a pair of eyes staring into his empty eye sockets. "All you have to do is kneel and accept your freedom."
I would never bow to a demon, he thought, I am a warlock, a master of chaos, and I will never... His thoughts paused. As pictures of his family and his future flashed before his eyes. His people were happy and free of the demonic corruption, finally having a true home to call their own.
"I accept"
With these words his body exploded, as chaos magic manifested all around him. He felt pain as horns grew from his head. Markings of binding appeared on his body, ensuring that he would forever serve the masters of the Legion until their will is done and then his wish would be granted. His sight returned but all that came on his gaze were twisted, deformed and warped versions of reality.
"Rise now, Aazakith, the Pheonix Lord of Pandemonium."
As power surged within his body, he felt as if the world could be destroyed with a flicker of his hands or a mere thought. As a warlock, he had reached the apex of his power and had gained the traits of the demons themselves.
"Now" The eredar warlock said. "It is time for you to return home and claim your desire"
