Goodbye and Hello

I've moved all my Blackhand realm Horde toons to Earthen Ring to join the esteemed Alea Iacta Est guild, of The Instance podcast fame.  Sapphos, Zulvash, Vakash, and Rosebloom (damn you, Rosepetal of Earthen Ring!)

Rhetta didn't make the jump.  Having another Warlock already over there, with a compelling and versatile backstory already established, with nothing interesting going on in Rhetta's life, the choice was pretty clear which one would be let go...

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Rhetta lay on the path, staring upwards at the clear Arathi skies. The sun was falling low in the west, casting a dreamy, reddish glow over her surroundings. She could make out two faint stars twinkling above, harbingers of the night, coming to challenge the sun for the rule of the heavens.

A tortured scream from nearby, signaling someone's demise, brought a wisp of a smile to her face. She turned her head slowly to see her Succubus limping towards her. "You've looked better," the Demon purred as it knelt over her, trying not to allow it's own injuries to show.

Rhetta's body was ruined, even by a Forsaken's standards. One arm was nearly severed, held on mostly by the threads of her robes. Other gaping wounds riddled her body, blood flowing out of her and soaking into the cold ground beneath her. "I'm very tired," she managed to say.

The Succubus began to preen a tattered wing. "A little bit of resurrection, and we'll be back to making sweet, sweet pain together." It grew excited at the thought.

Rhetta turned to face the feeble stars again. "I... don't want... to come back...." The Demon stopped her preening and leaned over her body to meet her eyes. A tear trickled from Rhetta, clouding her already failing vision.

The Succubus, after a moment's pause, gingerly swung a hooved leg over Rhetta to straddle her legs, and slowly lifted her to a sitting position. The Demon tilted it's own head down and pressed it's lips to Rhetta's, it's fangs gently biting into hers. Rhetta closed her eyes as a soothing wave flowed through her, bringing the tranquility that comes from a final surrender.

Warlock and Succubus then slowly faded from the world, and with a sound like a small chime, left only two shards to lay twinkling on the blood-soaked earth.