Paladins and a Warlock equals a very funny scene!

Burning Crusade honour piece

Disclaimer: I don’t own Blizzard… just because I don’t I decided to make my own Player Character appear here as a character engaging in relationships with a woman/women of my choice. My marriage to Onyxia does not exist here…

An undead warlock marrying a big black dragon queen? Almost impossible… GM oversaw the wedding…

It was noteworthy….

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Pieter looked at the way that the plains seemed to be tranquil, not a being in sight for the moment. There were no enemies around, and that calmed him down. He was just a simple warlock, enjoying the pleasures of life. He had been revived, so to say, in his own body, because a clever alchemist had found a formula that would allow one person to regain his body flawlessly, but unfortunately had died in an accident immediately after having tested the brew. A succubus had seduced him and then accidentally ignited some of the liquids close to him.

Of course, he had claimed that the man had blown up his latest attempt. He still was devoted to the Dark Lady of course, but he claimed the invention for himself, like any normal warlock would do. He caressed his dark blonde hair slightly, his pet Felhunter looking a bit anxious to fight, and it growled slightly and he scratched it behind its ears, hoping that it would not be too irritated if they didn’t hunt right away. At the moment, he was more interested in finding his ex-wife and making sure that she died a grisly death, due to her leaving him to die when the plague struck. He had been a noble once, but all his relatives had left him, taking with them his wealth. It didn’t help that he had been a warlock in his life, and even in unlife, though he now possessed a human body, with living flesh, and breathed air just like anyone else, made him special. There was nothing that would keep him back, the power of his magic being enough to help him.

He got up a few moments later, looking at the stars that swirled above him, a blood red planet looking at him. He smiled at it and then looked at the plains once more, the beauty of it making him amazed. He looked at the plains once more. He couldn’t detect any hint of movement, but he knew that something was there. It almost hurt him, but he knew that something was coming. He hefted his staff, to try and make a spell be prepared by channelling the magic to it to make it instantly cast, but for a moment, he stalled as he looked as a figure appearing in front of him, looking at him with eyes, that were not human. A blue skinned humanoid stood in front of him, looking at him, all decked out in armour that just seemed to radiate holiness. There was something that made him cringe, as the hammer that the humanoid seemed to wield seemingly glowed with an unearthly holiness, that made him want to crawl back to a place and hide out.

It said something to him, and he knew that it was common, though the language seemed to have been lost by his mind, as he knew only fragments. “I suppose.” He muttered, his voice being somewhat unused to being used, making for a scratchy voice. The creature seemed to regard him for a moment, and he cringed as his mind seemed to fill with a light, which dimmed immediately as he looked at the creature. “Ah, now you seem to be able to understand me. When I hailed you, you didn’t seem to understand me, so I asked the Light to let you learn our language. I am of the Draenei race, and I would like to ask you to assist me in eradicating a Heretic Blood Elf.” Seeing that he had no choice in the matter if he refused, he nodded and then spoke in his most polite voice: “Alright then. Let’s go track down that Blood Elf…”

They walked through the plains for some time, until he could hear some rustling behind him, and he could hear a war cry, and a female Blood Elf ran towards him, hefting a large maul, that seemed to be inscribed with runes that didn’t look too good for him…

“I AM AN ALLY!” he shouted in orcish, and he watched as the Blood Elf tripped all of a sudden, landing on her front, a large crash of the armour that she wore alerting the Draenei to the presence of the Blood Elf Paladin. “Stupid bitch.” He muttered as he made his way to the fallen Blood Elf, and looked at the blood Elf, who was clearly unconscious and a big red welt was visible on the side of her face as she seemed to be pretty much knocked out.

The Draenei Paladin came closer and he looked at his felhunter and thought for a moment. “Knock her to the ground, then drink her magical essence until she is knocked out.” The Felhunter complied, and then advanced upon the still unaware Draenei Paladin, whose magical essence was leeched the moment that the Felhunter came at her, making her confused. He smiled slightly as he heard her fall to the floor, unconscious or quickly losing consciousness. This would be pretty hard to pull off, but if he played his cards well, he might have something to do tonight. He hadn’t had any desire to call upon some of his guild mates to get a party, knowing that they were only stupid people who hated his guts because he was one of the more daring people, the one who had mooned Onyxia once, and had gotten away with only a few bones singed. It had been at the time where the Dragon queen had flown past, and he had done that…

Mel’Rissa woke up to the smell of cooked boar, and she opened her eyes to look at a still out cold Draenei, reaching for her weapon to smite the Draenei, she was dismayed to feel that her armour ahd been removed, and that she was only clothed in some light garments, and a robe. The Draenei seemed to be clothed in the same way, though it had been pretty hard to do. The slight form of the Draenei had been hard to fit with the robe, which looked more like a dress then anything. “Oh, you’re awake.” A voice said to her in Orcish, and she looked at the human that had captured her apparently, and who seemed to be fluent in orcish. “What do you want, human? Want to humiliate me?” Pieter laughed as the woman seemed to be indignant at her fate and he looked at her and said; “I was once a Blood Elf, just like you… I only died once, and the look you see here now is the look of a potion that restored me to my human form…” a grin came to his face as he looked at her being still bound. “You two are my guests…”

With a wave, he loosened her ropes, making her stand up. “I’ve taken the liberty of disarming you and giving you a nice place in a cave that I found recently, and evicted the previous owners by use of fire… anyways, make yourself at home, we’ll be having cooked Boar Ribs for dinner now, if sleeping beauty over there wakes up sooner or later…” the Blood Elf tried to protest for a moment, but hunger drove her to just sit down next to the ex-Blood Elf and then just take a bite and see how it was.

Delara woke up to the smell of cooked boar and opened her eyes, wondering who might be cooking for her. She had been travelling for a long time, and hadn’t even seen a person for the last three days. Outland had been a larger continent then she had expected, even though she had grown up here, but didn’t exactly know just how big it had been., they had of course, kept to themselves, in case the Burning legion discovered them. The man that she had met just a few moments, or maybe a few hours, ago had been the first human that she had spotted, even though the Blood Elf had been the focus of her search. Tracking had never been her strongest spot, but the tainted aura of light that the Blood Elf had left had been pretty easy to follow, until she had met that man, who had been a warlock, a commander of dark forces. She wondered why the felhunter had attacked her, but figured that the beast must have been underfed or something, and that she was just the ideal target. There had been something growled in a strange language before, but that must have been a warning, of course. At least the warlock had been so nice as to carry her to a cave since he could have left her to her fate.

Pieter looked at the blood elf, smiling slightly as he spotted that the Draenei had awoken and then he sighed. “You can come and sit with us, if you’re hungry.” The words rolled over his tongue, but it had been some time since he had last spoken Common, which was a bit of a surprise as there was not a lot of things that could happen to him.

She got up slowly, spotting the Blood Elf sitting there, just eating and looking at the warlock with some small bit of curiosity in her eyes. She knew that she was now unarmed, no longer feeling the weight of her armour upon herself, and knew that he would have disarmed the two fo them, lest they start a fight. She looked at him, seeing that he looked to be quite young for his species, though appearances could be deceptive. He had a handsome looking face, very light blue eyes that seemed to be looking at the world with some sort of greediness, that went explained by his magical ability to summon demons. There was nothing she could do about it though, and she resigned herself. She sat down on the other side of him, him giving her a piece of cooked boar on a dish, which she began to eat, noting several spices on the boar meat that added to the flavour. For a moment, she glanced at the Blood Elf, to see that she was looking at the warlock with a boundless curiosity, and some hunger. The warlock looked at the blood elf and saw the look on the woman’s face and sighed deep. “ I guess you need magic?” the Blood Elf nodded and the warlock looked at her for a few seconds and then extended his hand. “ Drain some of mine. I got some to spare in case of an emergency, and wouldn’t like to see such a pretty woman die because she couldn’t get magic.” A smile was on his face as he could feel how the Blood elf had grabbed his arm and was now draining the magic out of his body, stopping until she had been satisfied, making him be put into a groggy state as he could feel how the magic missed from his body.

The Blood Elf however looked healthy once again, making a content sigh come from her lips as she looked at him and then said something in common. “Thank you. I doubt that I would get magic anytime soon if I hadn’t met you.” Delara looked at the grateful Blood Elf and smiled at the warlock, who had been so good as to give some of his magic to the Blood Elf, knowing that his magic would replenish. There was some good within the man, good that seemed to make her realise that she would be safe with him.

“Ladies, I got to say that I enjoy the company, after being alone for some time. The Alliance and the Horde should see us now. Two members of the Horde, and one of the Alliance, two holy women, one unholy man… Hehehe, only having a love child would make them even more upset then they would when they will discover us.” The two ladies didn’t react to that. There was not much to do here after all, but he wanted to keep them here for a moment, simply because he was lonely.

“ I’m not going to give you back your armour yet, because I want to have you around for a few more moments. Maybe a week or something.” The ladies just nodded, knowing that patience would be best here.

The week progressed nicely, with no hostilities from either of the women, making for a nice week altogether as he had given them back their armour, and had allowed them their weapons back, on the promise that they would not attack each other. The alliance between the women was standing pretty nice, and he even caught the Blood Elf helping the Draenei out a few times, which went with a hastily muttered thanks from the Draenei. They had started to hunt for food for most of the afternoon, just enjoying the company of each other, knowing that they would be pretty safe with each other. There was no tense atmosphere anymore, since trust had started to build between the paladins, due to their devotion to almost the same religion, though the Blood Elf continued to cast some glances at the warlock, who acted like he didn’t care, and told some stories about how he was tracking down his wife to make sure that she got justice served for leaving him.

On a Saturday, a small light was visible in the darkness, and it drew the attention of the two Paladins and the warlock, whose torch seemed to be brightening up for a moment as he fed magic into it. They were ready for any attack, and Pieter glanced at the Blood Elf, who, with a bit of masking, could pass for a blonde human. There was the tallness factor, but who cared about that. She could pass off as his wife of course, but that is if it were alliance. If it were horde, there would be some sort of meeting between them, and the Draenei would be their prisoner. Why the prisoner was armed would be addressed on a later point of course, since they were in the wilds of Outland and an unarmed person would die faster, and would cause everyone to die…

“ Who goes there?” a human voice rang out and a gruff man stepped in front of them, being followed by a dwarf and a Night Elf. “ Just some travellers, tracking down a whore who stole most of this man’s money.” Delara spoke up, looking at the man for a moment, then saw the man nod. “ I’ve seen a woman pass us by somewhere to the North of here. The woman claimed to be fleeing from a Forsaken who was her ex-husband and now was about to kill her or something. But that guy doesn’t look like he’s dead, so I guess you better catch up with her…” the man wore a grin on his face as he looked at the Blood Elf, whose green eyes seemed to light up within the darkness, but paid it no heed, since there were some high elves who also had green eyes that lighted in the dark. The Night Elf stiffened for a moment, but greeted the Blood Elf nevertheless, which the Blood Elf returned in kind. There was not much of a language difference but it still was there.

They parted with the small party, then continued in the direction where his wife had been last spotted. They decided to set up camp in a secluded place, where there was no creatures, or anything that could sneak up on them, having found a nice subterranean cave to hide in and cook some good edible food, having taken it from the creatures that roamed the plains. There was not much to do anymore, and still there was something that he felt like he should do. There was a tension between the three of them, and as he let Mel’Rissa tap off some of his magic, he could feel how a longing inside his chest made him touch her for a moment. There was nothing he could do about it, it just happened. There was a burning something coming over him and he looked at her for a moment, until he bade her good night and lay down on his makeshift bed made from some cloth pieces and some of the grass, to make a comfortable bed.

Mel’Rissa looked at the humanoid warlock as he lay down to rest, then looked at the Draenei and said; “ Do you really think that he will go along with it?” Delara looked at the Blood Elf for a long moment, and then sighed and said: “ If he hadn’t knocked the two of us out, we wouldn’t have met each other, and only one of us would have survived the encounter, let alone if he decided to finish us off, which he didn’t. And I think it has been a long time since you had relationships with a man, right? And he looks so starved for affection, being obsessed with capturing his ex-wife and probably hasn’t had sex in a long time, so why not do our duty to the Light, or whatever you call it, and give him a little bit of healing?” she winked at the Mel’Rissa, who nodded slowly at the way that the Draenei seemed to be implying and then nodded to herself, since the warlock did look easy on the eyes, having quite the nice figure, because he had been one of her own race, which was good in her way.

“I suggest we better bless him with our presence tonight then, since we’ll be meeting with his wife later on, I guess…” Mel’Rissa said, looking at her Draenei counterpart with a smirk on her face. Delara nodded at that and then laid down next to Pieter, on one side of him, whilst Mel’Rissa kept to his other side, with Mel’Rissa being near his back and Delara on his front.

Mel’Rissa placed a strand of her golden blonde hair out of her face and she looked at his sleeping form, glad that there had been no reaction when he should have felt her brush against him. He was a very light sleeper usually, she had noticed and that should have awakened him near instantly, which made her surprised as he would have cursed her immediately or something. She knew that there would be some sort of trick to his behaviour, and he apparently was so at ease around them, knowing that they would not hurt him or do something bad to him making him content enough to sleep around them. The first night had been pretty tricky, but they had made it out alive, knowing that there would be nothing more then the deliverance of peace to them.

Delara placed her hands on his robe, removing it slowly as to not wake him from his slumber, that being reserved for later on, when they would be able to have a bit more fun with him. He looked so peaceful to her, and she could hardly believe that he had been a member of the horde as some muscles came into view that seemed to indicate that he regularly worked out or something like that. There was nothing that could prepare for the shock that she got when she saw a tattoo with LIGHT GIVE ME STRENGTH on the lower abdomen, with a hastily tattooed: TO KILL MY ENEMY, GIVE ME DARKNESS!

She giggled slightly, the sound being enough to make Mel’Rissa look at her with some surprise and she looked at the tattoo, having leaned over him for a moment to look at it and then giggled slightly. “ Not so much a badass warlock now, is he?”

Delara worked to get the robe off him, pulling it over his head, being careful to insert some of the holy Light within his body to keep him asleep, a technique used to heal patients usually. There was no telling if he would not rouse from it, but she was content with the fact that he seemed to be still asleep when she had pulled the robe off him fully, making his body be dressed in only a pair of undergarment, boxer shorts to be exact. She giggled, having had sex a few times, but never having the relation last for a long time. The Blood Elf would have to wait for a moment until she was finished. She looked at the boxer shorts, lowered them to see his flaccid cock, limp still, but nevertheless looking good.

“He looks good like this.” She muttered more to herself then to Mel’Rissa, but nevertheless the other paladin nodded slightly as she gazed upon it, a tongue caressing her dry lips, making them once again not so dry. Her tongue had been the tongue over the lips, but she wished for male contact at this moment, the idea of having sex now embedding itself within her. She could feel how the lust for magic seemed to swell within a few moments, becoming nearly unbearable as she knew that he would be more and more attractive to her the moment that his magic seemed to swell.

Her hand got his cock to full hardness and a small droplet of precum was shown on the tip of his cock. there was a certain beauty in it, to look at it, but Delara knew that now would be the time to make her advance. She smiled at his sleeping face and then unclothed herself, her armour being off already. There was about half a minute for her to disrobe herself and then she was naked, her horns looking a bit strange on her, but not making her too off-putting. Her silvery hair seemed to be vibrant and nice, and seemingly gifted with a silken texture.

Her slit was already moist as she brought his cock to it, intending to just let him inside, to give her some fulfilment first. His eyes flashed open the moment that his cock touched her folds and he looked at her, his eyes slightly widening as he looked at her breasts, which were about eye-height for him.

He didn’t know what was happening. For one moment, he was dreaming that he was the king of the world, or at least a very big portion of the world, and making several women his concubines, including the Dark lady, until he was awakened to see pale blue skin, and nipples that seemed to entice him to just lick them. He could feel a warmth around his cock and he looked down to see that his cock was being inserted within a pussy that seemed to belong to Delatra, his somewhat friend. He could feel a hand on his back and knew that the Blood Elf had been in on this. “Is this some sort of joke, or are you really intending to have sex with me?” was his question, and the Draenei just gave him a smile and said in her Portuguese sounding voice: “Of course we are interested in having sex with you, me just being the first course…”

“I’ll be the second… And I’m thirsty…” Mel’Rissa spoke up as Delara moved onto him, forcing him on his back and then felt him go fully inside her as gravity took over at the moment and there seemed to be a moment that the scene froze as she could feel the wind blow over her, and for a moment, she was surprised that there was wind here, but then she could feel that there was some sort of thing like that elemental power that one of the shamans had talked about in the area, but she paid it no heed. There was nothing that would want to disturb her since she was a Paladin, a virtuous defender of the Light, making a bit of a sin here, but this was good for her, because she liked it. The way that he seemed to pulsate within her was good, and she knew that that was because of her rather strange pussy, which was noticeably different from normal human and dwarven and Night Elvin pussies, she presumed. After all, she had been non native to the world, but she figured from the few times that she had bathed with the other races, that they looked similar in inner workings.

The feeling of her hot pussy walls managed to distract him from thinking about the possible implications of the lovemaking that they were doing, as he could feel how she was sliding up and down his cock, making him experience one hell of a ride as he knew that this was something that would be quite rare in the world, to see a horde and an alliance member in such a relationship, which was consensual, though he supposed that it might occur. There was a longing for the intimacy within his body and he looked her in the eyes, the small light eyes that seemed to glister like stars and he felt drawn to her, to make her his guardian for some time, to turn back to the light after he had fallen from it, being undead and all, but now his flesh was alive once more, making for a nice covering of his bones, even though he could hold his breath for a long time now. Everything seemed to be in working order, but still, he knew that there was more to it, having the powers of an alive human and a Forsaken.

The feeling of him inside her was something that she cherished now, the feeling of his cock head being inside her and the rest of his cock inside her making her feel so damn hot at the thought that he would eventually make her into something more then just a companion and make her his girlfriend or something like that, maybe one of his wives, if the Blood Elf managed to pull through too. She did not mind the Blood Elf., since they got along pretty well, after he forced them to work together. There was no real enmity anyways, since the Blood elf had been gentler then the ones that were the ones that attacked the Keep. The shivers going through her made it very clear to her just how good it all felt, making her feel a bit sorry for the fact that she was going to have to share him for some time. There was not much time until he would come, and shoot his cum inside her, her body feeling how ready he was to come, the muscles tensing up already.

“Its been so long… I can’t hold on!” he groaned as he could feel how his balls began to unload their load within her, shooting the white goo inside her. For what seemed like an eternity to the two of them, he stopped coming, the feeling leaving his body as he knew that there were more things that would mean serious business for him to attend to, for instance Mel’Rissa.

The blood elf was slowly beginning to feel the strain from not feeding on the ambient magic, having only received semi-small portions of magic from Pieter every 12 hours to keep her sustained, and wanted more. She crawled over to Delara and then kissed her passionately, trying to draw some magic out of her, but Delara was prepared already and then began to slowly dismount from him, leaving his cock to fall limp to the side and Delara looked at it for a moment and then an idea came to her. “Why don’t you suck his magic out? I’m sure that he’d love you for it…”

Mel’Rissa looked at the cock and could feel the burning lust within her loins and then could feel how the burning lust seemed to flare up for a moment and then before she knew it, had knelt down and had taken his cock, coated in pussy juices and cum in her mouth, making good on the sucking thing, using her tongue to clean it of the liquid, the feeling of the cock within her mouth being a bit odd, since she never did anything like that, but the taste getting used to her senses, making her feel a bit cooler in the loin area. There was nothing that she did not like about it. There seemed to be magic around his cock, and she greedily began to absorb it.

The feeling of her tongue beginning to caress his cock was what almost sent him over the edge once again, the feelings being too much for him to bear at the moment. He could feel how his body seemed to break down in small bits for a moment, and how it reconstructed itself almost immediately afterwards, the idea not being too out of mind that there would be some sort of connection between the feeling of magic being drained and the blood Elf sucking on his cock, and doing a pretty damn good job at sucking it. There was something that he liked above all, and that was when he could feel good, and felt how the magic flowed around him, though the drainage would be pretty tricky to deal with in due time if she kept it up at this pace. He could feel how his magic was being sapped at the moment and it was not very good at all, the feeling of the magic leaving him being enough for his body to handle at the moment, being not all that great he mused…

The hunger inside her body seemed to urge her on, to make her go all horny once again. The feeling of how his cock seemed to taste sent shivers down her spine, his magic making her feel all tingly inside, the matter in which she seemed to be making some good progress, making some small slurping sounds to entice him into giving more and more of his magic to her, since she had grown addicted to the taste of it. There was not a lot other to do then to suckle on his cock to tell the truth, since she had pretty much given up on getting away, having grown attached to him. A burning desire was felt in her loins and she could feel how there was the desire to go and get him, though it seemed to be awakened within her even more then the feelings that ravaged her from time to time.

His cock in her mouth looked pretty nice, from his point of view. He saw her burning green eyes look at him with a semi-pleading look, that made his knees go slightly weak as there seemed to be a pleading inside of them that made him pretty inclined to just let her have his magic, but only through sheer survival instincts he managed to take his magic back to him, only letting some of it trickle out, and immediately she made more effort to get him to come, making him feel how his body seemed to go cold as his magic was almost leeched from his body, the feeling being very unpleasant to him, though it should be ecstasy. The burning feeling in the pit of his stomach seemed to be increasing, and suddenly his magic flared up, poring from every pore in his skin as he could feel how the Blood Elf was drawing it in now, the feeling of his body suddenly growing more and more powerful filling him up, his magic being stretched to the limit, being absorbed within the Blood Elf, something else being able to fill it up. The dark power was making him feel more inclined to give in to his lust and he groaned her name, almost in a hiss of his magic and his voice combined. “Rissa…”

She could feel how his magic seemed to feed her and the way that his cock seemed to be growing bigger, but she didn’t want to let go, siphoning the magic from him through his cock and she mentally smiled as she could feel how much magic seemed to be filling her up, and she greedily took more. The magic got darker and darker, and before she knew it, she had drained more then she needed, and stopped, and could feel how his semen shot into her mouth, causing her to gulp it in the huge quantity that had been released by the now humanoid undead warlock, which seemed to sate her need. She could feel how she could no longer hold it all in and it dribbled from the corner of her mouth and when she took a gulp of air, she could feel the Draenei close in on her and then lips touched her chin slightly, a tongue licking the cum up.

She watched how the human slumped, knocked out by the drainage of mana. There was not much for him to do anymore, so when she saw that some of his cum had come from Mel’Rissa’s mouth, she licked it off of course. The women looked at each other for a moment and then decided unanimously to just go to sleep, then hunt down the woman who had been married to this wonderful human/undead/whatever he was and show her that nobody touches such a wonderful man and gets away with it.

Three days later, they saw someone walking towards them, and Pieter looked on for a moment, before a vicious smile came on his face. “Hello darling… How are you today? Looking a bit lost, are you?” his voice was smooth and somewhat scathing, as he was very pissed off when he recognised his former wife.

“Pieter? Is that you?” he shook his head and looked at her with a scowl on his face. “No, its Greatfather Winter! Of course its me! Ladies, she’s all yours…” there had to be no kinder words, for the two Paladins both activated some of their Holy seals and then advanced slowly upon the woman, who looked to see the insignias of the Horde and Alliance on either of their breastplates, the Horde insignia having been pinned on a day ago, due to them being aquite safe at the moment.

Three minutes later, the two women were playing with the woman, having broken her legs and arms in a good enough way to do permanent damage, and then looked at Pieter for a moment and then beckoned him over.

The act of sex had been quite fast, and he could hear how his ex-wife seemed to sob for him betraying her, and he came inside Delara, filling her with his seed for a moment before he pulled out and then let himself be sucked off by Mel’Rissa, who happily sucked away on his cock, earning a cum shower on the face for her lovely mouth, which she happily devoured.

Still naked, he turned towards his wife, letting her suckle on his cock for one last time, before placing his hand on her head, cupping her chin with the other hand and then saying; “See you in the Twisting Nether bitch.” Before firing a Shadow Bolt straight through her brain on both sides, causing instant death… he pulled out his cock first of course, having looked in her tearful eyes to see the look of suffering…

All in all, the paladins and their warlock mate lived for a long time, with their powers magnifying his power slightly,, the light being infused within his bones now due to the little stunt with the magical drainage, leaving the darkened light within his body instead of his natural magic. There were three children born with Delara, looking like a crossbreed between a Draenei and a human, which made Mel’Rissa smile slightly as she simply adored the kids that her mate had made with the Draenei, whilst her own two sons continued to be some of the most adorable little Blood Elves, who got trained in warlock magic by their proud father, and only one of the Draenei getting the desire to control Demons… And thus became a warlock...

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I hope you guys liked this one. Long time I have been thinking about those two races, and well, this is my piece in honour of those two races… I hope you like this thing…

Demon God of Chaos

PS: Expect something more from me in the future…