Zevrad Stargazer

"We die each day and are reborn into different, older beings in the same clothes with the same scars."

- Zevrad Stargazer

Summary
Zevrad Stargazer was one of the slayers for the Illidari / Demon Hunters but he rarely cared for petty titles or worthless glory. His only goals were to see the safety of Azeroth and the destruction of the Burning Legion by any means necessary. Or was it? Deep inside the Demon Hunters mind resided the Demon Gan'arg Mal'akor who had taken control over the Night Elf's body along with the role and memories of Zevrad Stargazer.

For many years he followed the teachings and tasks of the Illidari in order to survive and avoid suspicion. His performance within the ranks was mediocre when it came to both agility and strength. However, being knowledgeable in his previous life, he excelled in the fields of souls and illusions making him the most cunning hunter among the Illidari.

Personality
Mal'akor was at first amoral, arrogant, and unnecessarily cruel towards others who dared stand against him. He was quite stubborn and would do things that others were afraid of doing. If something pushed him in one direction then he would face it head-on.

Nowadays, he oddly attempts to give respect and kindness to mostly everyone. Especially so for those who pursue freedom, have strong beliefs, and desire for a better tomorrow. This shift in personality perhaps started when he adopted the young Draenei child girl named Edis.

It was from that moment that Mal'akor was truly reborn as Zevrad Stargazer since the two individual personalities, mind, and soul merged completely.

Inheritance Weapon
Due to his hybrid nature, Mal'akor used his knowledge and skills from his past to craft a weapon that would grow and evolve along with him. A weapon that was designed for him and only him - an inheritance weapon. The abilities and traits will alter based on the form the weapon takes.

The name of this weapon would be known as the Demonion Edge and the ability it contained would be later called the Demolution.

Demonic Powers
Mal'akor uses the flames of the Fel to empower his body and perform destructive attacks with either his weapons or magical abilities. However, constant use of these abilities will gradually corrupt and decay the body to a withered state. So Mal'akor countered these problems by using three components that will act as a conduit to channel his abilities.
 * 1) Mask of Demons
 * 2) The Heart of Gan'arg
 * 3) Demonion Edge

Background
Mal'akor was a foolish Gan'arg who was imprisoned to craft weapons and armor for the Burning Legion yet he escapes in a desire to find a better and adventurous life. He is eventually killed by the Illidari and his remains were used as resources for their crusade.

Burning Crusade
Zevrad was one of the many Night Elves who sought after Illidan in order to join his crusade against the Burning Legion. It was at the Black Temple, Outland where they were forged as they faced many challenges and deaths. He did not falter in fear nor despair for his rage and thirst for vengeance drove him to continue forward in order to become a Demon Hunter. The final and most crucial step of the training required him to devour the physical heart of a demon in order to bind it's soul to his own so he can gain the abilities that a Demon posses. The ritual, however, forced him to relive some of his most tragic and suppressed memories where he witnessed the deaths of his loved ones over and over again until the same visions that Illidan saw traumatized him to point of where he too clawed his eyes out.

The process, afterward, was seen as a success resulting in the Demon being bound to his will. Little did they know that the unthinkable occurred as the Demon Gan'arg, Mal'akor, prevailed due to his wits and cunning abilities. With no guarantee of reincarnation to the twisting nether when killed, he forced himself into servitude to Illidan and his crusade against the Burning Legion.

Several months passed and Mal'akor had gained the loyalty and trust of his fellow peers. It was during the siege of the Black Temple by the adventurers of the Alliance and Horde that Mal'akor had finally found an opportunity to desert the Illidari and seek out his fellow brethren. Unfortunately, fate would have it where he would help lead a campaign against the Legion at Marduum.

After completing his mission and returning to the Black Temple, Mal'akor saw the body of Illidan on the ground surrounded by the Wardens and Maiev Shadowsong. Mal'akor rejoiced in his mind and immediately ran across the roof as fast as he could when the battle between the Illidari and Wardens commenced. But the battle was immediately over as Maiev used some unknown ability to imprison them using the Fel coursing through their veins.

Vault of the Wardens
''"Illidari, I have spent my entire life as keepers of the wicked. Thousands of years, my only solace, knowing the world was kept safe from your kind. But I would do anything to save Azeroth. Even if it means releasing you. Will you help us, Demon Hunter?" ''

- Maiev Shadowsong

Ten years have passed and the need of the Illidari was dire if the Wardens willingly freed them from their prisons. Mal'akor was one of the many Demon Hunters to have been freed and, instead of seeking revenge against the Wardens, he fought together with the Illidari and the Wardens to escape the Vault. After their escape came the time to reorganize themselves and it was at that moment that Mal'akor finally escaped and sought after his fellow brethren at the Broken Shore.

Mal'akor noticed the Fel magic piercing the sky at the Broken Shore and the epicenter of the magic is known as the Tomb of Sargeras. Inside the tomb was where Mal'akor met Gul'dan and was given the mission to once again join the ranks of the Illidari to act as an agent that will report the actions of the denizens of Azeroth.

The Broken Isles
Mal'akor went off to explore the various lands at The Broken Isles where he acted as a double agent against the denizens of Azeroth by the order of Gul'dan. He had to suffer the humiliation of serving the llidari once more by obtaining artifacts and resource that they can use against his own kind. However, little did he knew, that the core personality of the previous host became assimilated with his own the longer he inhabited the Night Elf's body.

It went to the point where Mal'akor was having an identity crisis and the memories of both the Night Elf and Demon was becoming indistinguishable. Mal'akor then went undercover to find Gul'dan to report to him of his dilemma in order to, ironically, hope that he would solve his situation. However, when Gul'dan heard of his report, he chuckled as he said the following

"It would appear that your worth has come to an end, little Demon. Therefore, I have no use for you."

Gul'dan then stretched out his hand as he began to chant an ancient magic in the Demonic Language. Zevrad, with sweat dripping down his back, noticed that he had been double-crossed by the Vile Orc.

"Stupid," he thought to himself as he Fel Rushed out of the room along with a series of Blur and Nether walking abilities as he made his out of the city of Suramar. However, how far could he go in the middle of enemy territory filled with countless enemies of both Demons and Nightborne soldiers? He was heavily injured with an arm missing, his legs pierced, and excessive bleeding from his side as he made his way on a balcony overlooking the sea.

"Give up, little Demon" Gul'dan said with an arrogant smirk on his face "I am giving to you what you wanted. Release from your torment."

Mal'akor knew Gul'dan's words to be utter nonsense for if he were to die then the soul of him and Zevrad will still be intertwined with each other just like the Demon back at the Fel Hammer. Who knows, it could make matters worse for him.

Argus
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Silithus
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War of Thorns
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A Fated Encounter
In the broken land of Argus roamed a horrendous and grotesque creature known as the Ur’zul. Formed from the bodies and souls of the Draenei, the Broken, and members of the army of the light. Found within one of these creatures was an innocent and young Draenei child named Edis. For thousands of years, she was trapped within the beast until an adventurer from Azeroth slew the Ur’zul freeing her from her torment.

Zevrad found the Draenei child frail, afraid, and helpless. He could've left the child to fend for herself as he slowly walked away. He almost did. Until he turned back as he heard these words “Mama? Mama! Why is it so dark? It’s scary here.... can anybody hear me? C-c-cold...”

He saw something in her that he himself knew all too well. He saw that, at this moment, she was alone and abandoned. Just like he was. Zevrad showed pity to the child and forcefully walked himself back towards her until he was one meter away from her. He tried to use words yet she still did not speak. He understood that the child could not see nor could she hear. She also lacked a physical body since she was corporeal.

Not knowing what to do, he used all types of communications until she recognized the sound of the whistle. Startled, she cried “Hello? Who is there? I heard you! Who are you? Can you help me? It’s so dark! I can’t see a thing!” Noticing that she heard him, he tried to use the whistle again. No response. He tried to speak. No response. He tried and tried to communicate yet no response was given for his efforts. Frustrated, he roared at the top of his lungs scaring the young child and forcing her to vanish while saying “Ack! A monster! Help! HELP!”

Zevrad stood there flabbergasted at the turn of events. He had no intention of scaring the young Draenei nor was he prepared to be called a ‘monster’ by the child. He recalled of his actions and the roar he performed was indeed no different from a monster. He raised his palms towards his face as he inspected his hands. Indeed, his nails were jagged and so too was his armor. His voice was hoarse and his entire appearance was no different from a monster. In his case, a demon. He recalls to the distant past of what he once was and imagines of what he could have been. Emotions once buried resurfaced and the knot in his heart began to tear at his soul. Now, for this first time in centuries, he wept.

Mantra
I am vengeance incarnate. Thorns are my body and Fel is my blood. I have endured over a thousand blades. Familiar of Death yet cling to Life. And so I gaze, Chaos Nephilim Star.