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not seek his hidden secrets. Instead it went directly to the memories of recent events. Images flickered through Illidan’s mind, pulled to the surface by Kil’jaeden’s curiosity.
    Illidan once again entered the corrupted forest of Felwood, keen to prove to his brother he was no tool of the demons. He heard the ring of warglaive against ancient enchanted blade as he battled the human traitor Prince Arthas, servant of the Lich King, the being who led the undead army known as the Scourge. They fought to a standstill. Arthas tempted him with knowledge of the location of the Skull of Gul’dan. Illidan knew he had to seek it out…
    He felt once more the surge of ecstatic power as he broke the seals on the skull and transformed into a demon. He used the artifact’s unleashed might to overcome the dreadlord Tichondrius—who had taken command of the Scourge—and his host, but even in the moment of victory, Illidan knew defeat, for his brother and Tyrande saw his transformation and turned from him. He understood again there was nothing left for him but exile.
    He sensed Kil’jaeden’s malevolent amusement as Illidan relived his most recent meeting with the Deceiver. Kil’jaeden offered him a chance to rejoin the Legion if he would destroy the Frozen Throne and break the power of the rebellious Lich King. Malfurion thwarted Illidan’s attempt, dooming him to flee Kil’jaeden’s wrath. He felt Kil’jaeden pause as he assessed the sincerity of Illidan’s effort.
    He relived his flight to Outland, only to be recaptured by Maiev. Luckily, aid came in the form of Kael’thas and Vashj. Even the triumph of this very day and his overthrow of Magtheridon were scrutinized. He knew this time that Kil’jaeden was with him, watching the pit lord’s defeat. The Deceiver did not care who ruled Outland, so long as they ruled in the Legion’s name.
    As suddenly as it had begun, the contact broke. The demon lord withdrew from Illidan’s mind. He realized that what had felt like long hours passing had been the space between two heartbeats.
    Illidan’s heart pounded against his ribs. He was instants from destruction. At this moment, not even he could stand against the might of Kil’jaeden. If he was slain here, all his schemes and sacrifices would come to naught. He searched for the right words—they were the only weapons that could save him now. He put the appropriate note of pleading into his voice, knowing it would flatter the demon’s vanity to think Illidan abased himself. “Kil’jaeden! I was merely set back. I am attempting to bolster my forces here. The Lich King will be destroyed, I promise you!”
    The demon’s gaze turned from Illidan to Vashj and then settled on Prince Kael’thas. Illidan knew that all of their lives hung in the balance. There was a moment of silence that seemed to stretch into an eternity before the demon spoke again. “Indeed? Still, these servitors you’ve gathered show some promise. I will give you one last chance, Illidan. Destroy the Frozen Throne, or face my eternal wrath!”
    Fel energy surged. The blaze of light around Kil’jaeden intensified to the point of being unbearable, and when it faded, the demon lord was gone. Illidan exhaled a long breath. Had he done it? Had he concealed his true intentions from Kil’jaeden? Had he deceived the Deceiver? He supposed he would find out soon enough.
    His fists clenched in rage at the thought of the way Kil’jaeden had treated him.
Like a puppet.
He fought his anger down. The time was coming when he would make his enemies pay for what they had done, even Kil’jaeden. Illidan just needed to wear the mask of obedience for a bit longer. To buy himself some time, he had to do what the Deceiver asked.
    He glanced at his companions. They looked back at him with doubt in their eyes. Briefly he considered telling them of his plans, but he dismissed the idea. They, too, had been examined as he had been. They, too, had felt the demon lord’s threats