Here he stood, a new sense of power, of destruction, and of evil coursing through his black veins. The wingless dreadlord, an anomaly, and a traitor, to his kind, looked out towards the legions of the undead he was now entrusted to command. The hellish army, all of whom previously having led mortal lives which contained emotions such as love, passion, and finally fear, were now just servants of the Lich King. A grin like an orca, yet a thousand times as malicious.