Bane of Azeroth - The Damned and the Demonic

[Sweetheart]

Ungathal patted a bony hand on the little girls leg hanging from his shoulder. "Don't worry, my dear, we shall soon solve that problem." A ring of purple flames jutted out from Ungathal's legs, creating a neat little circle. Demonic runes began to inscribe themselves, as a Pentagram formed itself. The Warlock stepped back a few steps, and a large portal opened. From it stepped, or perhaps floated, a menacingly violet Voidwalker.
Speak your wishes, and fast. I await my death once again. it's menacing voice boomed in the minds of the group.
Ungathal gestured to the Blood elf on his shoulder. "Protect her."