Veliska's eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity as she stood before her three sons. "Today, your training begins. You will learn to harness your demonic powers, to wield the darkness within. And you will learn to kill."
The brothers exchanged eager glances, their hearts racing with anticipation.
In the training grounds, a sprawling arena surrounded by twisted iron fences, Veliska unveiled the first lesson. "You must understand the value of brutality. Mercy is weakness. Compassion is a liability."
With a wave of her hand, naked humans were dragged into the arena, their eyes wide with terror.
"Observe," Veliska commanded, drawing a dagger. "Watch closely as I demonstrate the art of slaughter."
With swift, precise strikes, Veliska dispatched the humans, their screams echoing through the arena.
"Now, it's your turn," she declared, handing each brother a dagger.
Vol'zerak, the eldest, hesitated briefly before plunging his blade into a human's chest. Vyralthus and Vaelthar followed suit, their initial reluctance giving way to savage enthusiasm.
The training continued, day and night, without respite. Veliska pushed her sons to their limits, testing their resolve, their strength, and their cunning.
"Kill without mercy," she drilled into their minds. "Show no quarter. The strong survive; the weak perish."
As the days passed, the brothers grew more formidable, their skills honed to deadly precision.
Vyralthus learned to wield his claws with devastating effect, shredding human flesh with ease. Vol'zerak mastered the art of strategic combat, outmaneuvering his opponents with calculated ferocity. Vaelthar discovered his affinity for dark magic, unleashing torrents of shadowy energy to incinerate his foes.
Their bond grew stronger, forged in the fire of brutality and bloodshed.
Veliska watched with pride, her maternal instincts submerged beneath her demonic nature.
"These are my sons," she whispered to Viraskas. "The future of our kind. They will bring glory to our empire."
Viraskas nodded, his eyes burning with ambition. "The war draws near. Our sons will lead the charge. Humanity will tremble before us."
As the training reached its climax, Veliska presented her sons with a final test.
"A live combat scenario," she announced, unleashing a horde of humans into the arena.
The brothers stood ready, their eyes blazing with anticipation.
"Let the bloodshed begin," Veliska declared, her voice dripping with malevolence.