Fallen Love/Corrupted Love

Inspiration: Chant II

Ogrimskar had fallen. Moria had taken the mantle of leader and to seize power and ensure safety, she had wed to Vaul. However there was trouble brewing for the Manari, Tali, and her lover, the void elf, Matt. It was causing a stir and everyone grew concerned at the rumors spreading that it was Tali who had slain Ogrimskar.

Is it true?
Is it true?

Vaul snickered as he heard Matt's doubts amplifying itself through the void. He went to the young man.

"When I was a young man like you. Son, I held a woman too. Held her in my naked hands. When I was a young man. Now you know how it feels. Women are as slick as eels. Woman, quicker than the asp. Always slipping from your grasp. Take it from a man no longer young. If you want to hold a woman, son. Hang a chain around her throat. Made of many carat gold. Shackle her from wrist to wrist. With sterling silver bracelets. Fill her pockets full of stones. Precious ones, diamonds, Bind her with a golden band. Take it from an old man."

Everyone that was near could hear the echoes in the shadow.

Oh. Keep your head, keep your head low.
Oh you gotta keep your head low.
If you wanna keep your head.
Oh, he said he'd
Shelter us!
He said he'd..
Harbor me!
He said we'd
Build 'em up and the walls would set us free!

Everyone singing along..

I’m gonna count to three
And then I’ll raise my head singing,
One, two, is it true?
Is it true, what he said?

Over in the gardens, Moria stood with Tali, trying to soothe the crying girl who feared what the rumors would cause for her. She knew Vaul would take advantage if she didn't find a way to stop this.


"When I was a young girl like you. Sister, I was hungry too. Hungry for another world. When I was a young girl! Now you know how it tastes, The fruit of Mr. Vauls’ ways. Sister, it’s a bitter wine-- Spit it out while you still have time! Take it from a woman of my age, Love is not a gilded cage. All the wealth within these walls, Will never buy the thing called love. 
Love was when he came to me.. Begging on his bended knees. To please have pity on his heart. And let him lay me in the dirt... I felt his arms around me then. We didn’t need a wedding bed. Dark seeds scattered on the ground, The wild birds were flying around. That’s when I became his wife. But that was in another life, That was in another world! When I was a young girl!"

Moria sang in explaination, stroking the Eredar's hair. Trying to tune out the chanting in the barracks.

Low, keep your head, keep your head low
Oh, you gotta keep your head low
If you wanna keep your head
Oh, he said he’d shelter us
He said he’d harbor me
He said we’d soldier on
And then the war would bring us peace
We’re gonna count to three
And then we'll raise our heads, singing
One, two, is it true?
Is it true, what he said?

Vaul led Matt into his office, still talking.
"Young man, I was young once too
I once sang the young man’s blues
Women come and women go
Get you high and get you low
One day she’s hot, the next she’s cold
Women are so seasonal
Women leave again and again
Take it from an old man

Now I sing a different song
One I can depend upon
The simple tune, the steady beat
The music of machinery
Do you hear that heavy metal sound?
The symphony of Hinterlands
And in this symphony of mine
Of power chords and power lines
Young man, you can strum your lyre,
I have strung the world in wire
Young man, you can sing your ditty
I CONDUCT THE ELECTRIC CITY!

I’ll tell you what, young man
Since my wife is such a fan,
And since I’m going to count to three,
And put you out of your misery-"

With that note, Matt could feel his soul being tugged on, as if it were trying to escape his body. His eyes went wide as he saw Vaul's hands aglow with black magic.

"One!-- give me one more song
One more song before I send you
Two!-- to the great beyond
Where nobody can hear you singing
Three!-- sing a song for me
Make me laugh, make me weep
Make the king feel young again
Sing for an old man!"