Chapter 135
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Chapter 135:
Part of me just wanted to take a nonchalant walk to this little island that this 'Lord Harkon' lived on, express my displeasure at his actions, and rectify the situation with some stern words. The other parts, which contributed the vast majority, was extremely angry and was quickly calculating how much power it would take to turn the island into a smoking crater.
I wasn't like before, I wouldn't blow up like with the dragon that me and Thorum first fought. But that didn't extinguish the same feelings that were swelling up in my chest.
Walking through a portal to the approximate location of this castle, I saw a stone bridge that linked the greater island the where I stood. A stone tower and a gate blocking anyone from simply walking inside. Behind me was a small pier, apparently the only method to truly come and go from this island without magical means.
My footsteps echoed out into the surroundings, the rhythmic sounds of my heels against cobblestone pathing. Though, if you listened closely, it was also accompanied by the muffled screams and groans by someone else. My prisoner still in my grasp, my hand clasped firmly over his mouth.
It didn't take long before I garnered attention, but not any normal eyes were upon me. Some kind of undead hounds awoke, staring at me with deathly eyes, and an air of bloodlust and frost.
"Fuck off." I growled, letting my draconic nature seep out, loud enough for them to hear.
They paused, perhaps cowed by my threat, but as if something overcame them, their auras shifted, small patches of fur straightened and mouths pulled back in snarls.
Growls all around me as they began to approach, cautiously, but all the same.
Each step they took froze the ground, and the ambient temperature in the area noticeably began to lower.
"Shatter." I cast my go to illusion spell, dozens of copies of me filled the area and the hounds immediately began attack.
They couldn't tell the difference, going for the closest 'enemy' they could find. The illusions would dissipate with nothing but a touch, but there were enough to not bother me.
"Fire Storm." The area around me was engulfed in fire, turning everything to ashes.
Whelp, I hope Lord Harkon isn't upset I killed his dogs.
I walked forward, cross the stone bridge, and surprisingly the gate to the castle opened.
Was I expected, or was I already noticed?
Doesn't matter.
There were large wooden doors ahead of me, leading into the heart of the castle.
It would be polite to knock.
Focusing on my prisoner, I started to cast reinforcement on him. It was not a spell you could cast on another person without any trouble, not only is every person's biology slightly different, but they inherently fight the spell without sufficient preparation.
The Vampire in my hand starting writhing, parts of his body burst open at my botched attempt, but it was enough.
I planted my feet, reeling my arm back, and threw the disgusting thing through the wooden doors, shattering them wide open.
The vampire's body slid across the ground, coming to a stop infront of a throne, not too dissimilar to Jarls Balgruuf's own. In fact, the whole room looked quite similar to the Jarl's meeting room, complete with large tables with many people sitting down at them.
Really, the only difference was the copious amounts of blood that literally spilled onto the ground.
Many new eyes were on me, but the leader, the one sitting above them all on an elevated platform with his conspicuous throne, he didn't look perturbed in the slightest.
He casually leaned to the side, finger tapping on the hand rest, eyes giving me a once over.
The air was tense, I could see the other onlookers, the other Vampires giving me deathly glares filled with wanton desire, as if I was but a hearty meal for them.
The lead was a Nord, well at least that was his race before he was a vampire.
Finally, his eyes fell down to the vampire I had thrown infront of them. He let out a sigh. "I was going to reward him." His dry words the only noise that filled this hall. "Barely above one of those mindless vermin out in the wilds, but he managed to complete his task."
This was Lord Harkon, I presumed. And he didn't look the least bit phased that I had thrown his minion onto his floor, dead on arrival.
"Yes, I have received your 'gracious' invitation." I drawled. "But I wonder If I've come to the right place." I visibly swept my gaze around the room, making eye contact with all the residents, not faltering at their inhuman looks. I walked forward near one of the tables, within arms reach of another vampire, but he didn't react, just staring at me. I ran a finger along the table, a noticeable amount of blood now dripping off my skin. "When I heard the name 'Lord Harkon' and came upon this castle, I expected – elegance, regality, resplendence." I paused my words again, meeting back up with Harkon's gaze. "But all I see is squalor and filth. And I'm not speaking of the horrid unkept nature of your castle."
Harkon gripped his armrest tight, enough that it noticeably began to indent in his grasp.
The closest vampire to me leapt, hissing and growling. I didn't bother even giving him my notice, Mirage already swung out, and his head rolled on the ground before anyone could react. Atleast he had the decency to clean up after himself, turning to ash in mere moments.
The sound of wooden chairs scrapping against the stone floor filled the area as they all pushed out of their seats, about to attack me. I welcomed it all the same, but they stopped when Lord Harkon put his hand up.
"Child, watch your tone." Harkon growled. "Do not think because you have a slain a dragon that you are beyond reproach."
"Oh no." I put my hands up in surrender. "I think there's a misunderstanding. I don't think myself beyond reproach, if I did, I wouldn't have some group of idiots thinking it was a good idea to kidnap my friend in an attempt to lure me here." I took a step forward, meeting his gaze with my own anger displayed openly.
"It is an honor for a mortal – prey, to be invited here." Harkon stated, seemingly dismissing my anger.
"Yes, I'm sure every mortal is jumping at the opportunity to sit among these...'distinguished' people." I rolled my eyes. "For such immediate grandstanding, why do I have the incessant need to wash myself after merely standing in this building?"
Harkon took a deep breath, it seemed like he was straining himself from lashing out. I was genuinely curious why he hadn't attacked me yet. He seemed like the kind of person who would kill at the smallest slight.
His eyes glowed faintly, filled with power. "The only reason you have not been torn to pieces is because my patron has use for you. It would do you well to cease your petty insults before you lose your tongue."
"Well, that would certainly make it harder for me to please your wife." I replied, without much thought, but a chilly silence enveloped the room.
Did I touch a sore spot without even knowing it?
He closed his eyes, frowning deeply. "You only need be alive." He said, opening them. Gently, he raised his hand from his rest, and droplets of blood began to float up from the conglomerated puddles on the floor and tables.
They filled the air, these tiny droplets, almost miniscule to the naked eye, yet so many of them that they painted a large picture of death which had filled this place.
Within a blink of an eye, the droplets distorted, changing shape into needles and launching towards me from every direction.
I didn't budge, my eyes didn't leave Harkon's, but the air around me shifted, the warm and familiar light surrounded me as a shield. My Aura, my soul given form did not budge under the assault. My reserves dipped a little bit, which was to be expected, but this blood magic did not touch me.
Harkon, for all his arrogance, merely raised an eyebrow. "Impressive." His expression didn't otherwise change. "You have some skill, I suppose." He pursed his lips. "Otherwise, a mortal like you would not have garnered his attention."
His comment did not bode well, but I didn't dwell on it for the moment. "Is it my turn then?" I didn't wait for an answer, Mirage in my hand, I twisted the blade ever so slightly, and quickly swung it out. "20 Birds."
A single motion producing twenty sword phantoms, twenty condensed slashes of magical energy overlaid in the same space and bursting out towards Harkon.
An explosion of dust and debris stymied my vision of him, his throne in tatters by the time it began to scatter. I saw him standing tall, but blood dripped onto the ground from several wounds across his body. Yet, his expression didn't change, his eyes shone with a brighter anger than before, but he didn't outwardly react again.
He cracked his neck as his wounds healed at a frightening speed. Even the spots where my attacks landed, they would be merely flesh wounds had he not had such an ridiculous healing factor. I could guess that his vampiric constitution provided him with an obscene physical prowess that allowed him to essentially tank my attacks with disregard.
"Curious, I have not seen such an attack from a sword before." He stated, actually looking mildly enthused. It was only now that I noticed a sword in his hand, I don't know where it came from, perhaps nearby, or he kept it hidden in a different pocket space. But what drew my attention was the design.....it was very much reminiscent of a Katana. "Was it magic or...something else?"
"Interesting sword you have there." I ignored his comment.
He looked down at his sword, a nostalgic look flashed across his face. "It has accompanied me for many centuries, even before I had ascended to what I am now." He smirked, waiving it gently in the air, he turned back to me and moved.
I barely had time to blink before I raised my sword up to intercept. The shockwave blew away everything around us, the other vampire already began to flee and hide behind barriers. This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.
My sword did not let up either, taking any opportunity to try and strike, but that Aura around him was powerful, lashing out to deflect my weapons.
"ENOUGH." Harkon shouted, shooting up towards the ceiling, bursting through the roof of the castle.
"If you want to fight in the sky, so be it." My own wings burst out of my back, and I followed suit.
"Boost!" I shot towards the sky.
Swords flying around me, Harkon turned around and swung the mace again, its corrosive energy lashed out, a deep hunger to consume me. I grabbed the closest sword to me, Dawnbreaker, and brought it up to block, but the force of it knocking me down, causing me to lose my flight for a few moments, before regain my balance.
"BEGONE." Harkon shouted, the green aura burst out from all around him, knocking my swords away. I hand to mentally regain them all again. "COME, SERVE ME." Harkon shouted, and portals opened up all around him, things began to pour out.
They looked like Gargoyles.
I let go of Dawnbreaker, letting Mirage flow into my hand.
"1000 birds" I called out, swinging my sword, and the sky filled with sword phantoms. The slashes of magical energy meeting each of his summoned creatures, slicing through them with relative each, pieces of Gargoyle falling to the ground below.
Those creatures were minced and obliterated in seconds, my arms shuddered under the strain, having pushed the limit of that ability of mine for now.
Harkon had a shield manifest around him, more of his Blood Magic, while chipped away and cracked all over it held with minimal strength remaining.
Once again, Dawnbreaker entered my hand and I charge at him, my golden sword bursting with light.
Harkon roared in defiance, Molag Bal's mace meeting it head on. The two artifacts clashed in a burst of power that lit up the sky.
The aura around Harkon was keeping the light of Dawnbreaker away, even as it 'touched' him, it dissipated upon that corrosive energy. And his own baleful aura lashed out like tendrils, trying to grab ahold of me, only for Dawnbreaker's light to attack them when they got close.
"DRAIN." Harkon shouted, and something struck me, I felt my Aura start to wither. It felt frighteningly similar to the move that Dragon used on me previously.
"Penetrate." I countered, my Boosts fading to fuel the ability of Ddraig's. The conceptual attack pierced through artifact's defenses and ignored his bodies' durability. A hole opened up in his chest, able to see through one side to the other.
With this opening, I thrust Dawnbreaker forward, its holy light stymied by the Mace, but it was weakened, it pierced through and went into Harkon, my blade tasting his blood for the first time.
Harkon screamed and wailed, swinging his mace wildly to push me away. "Lord Molag Bal" Harkon called out.
The eerie image of the Daedric Lord appeared in the sky next to him. "I do not accept failure, Harkon." He said plainly.
"I HAVN'T FAILED." He shouted. "I just need more power."
Molag Bal turned to me. "Yes, he is surprising." The thing contemplated. "This is your last chance." He raised his hand towards Harkon and his wounds regressed back to notion. Dawnbreaker's cleansing light faded from his body and he returned to normal. "Well, I can offer one smaller boon." He smirked, pointing his finger at me.
Dawnbreaker escaped my grip and shot up above me, it was suddenly enveloped in a malevolent barrier and the feeling I got from it gave me chills.
"Let's get that annoying weapon out of the way." He clapped his hands with a laugh. "Now, let's have a fair fight!" He chuckled, licking his lips in anticipation.
The urge to fly up and punch him was almost hard to ignore, but I had a more immediate concern at the moment. It seemed like Harkon was a sort of....anchor for Molag Bal's power. It makes sense since he referred to the Daedric Lord as his 'patron'.
I grabbed Mirage immediately and didn't wait for the next bout to initiate, I moved he prepared but I wanted to end this. "Swallow Returns."
Harkon arched his back, my sword protruding from his heart.
"What?" Molag Bal looked at me with confusion.
Harkon began falling from the sky, I didn't know the true extent of his abilities, but I wanted to end him before Molag Bal decided to boost him even further. I don't think that attack would have been enough, but it was a good start.
Spell Circles gathered all around my sword, growing to epic proportions. Magical energy coalesced as I began to spell sequence.
"ETHER CANNON!" I swung my glass sword, discharging everything I gathered at the falling vampire.
The rainbow beam of light struck him head on, burrowing into the island, taking half of it along with eviscerating the undead monster.
My gaze snapped towards the Daedric Prince still floating nearby.
"How boring." He snorted. "Well, come along then." He put his hand up as if to claim me.
With a sneer I called upon my Sword of Destruction, saving its true power for this point, it flew out and he didn't even cast it a second glance, but I fed it my dwindling Aura and the Power of Destruction erupted off it. It sliced into the 'things' hand eliciting a visible reaction from the Daedric lord, something resembling....pain.
"MORTAL" He shouted, reeling his arm back. "YOU DARE HARM ME!?" The sky turned at his words, the visible reality around us somewhat distorted.
"I'll do more than that." I growled, calling the sword back to me. The ability that could only be active three times a century. I aimed my sword at him, and swung again. "Destroy."
A roar that shattered reality around me, the sky turned different colors, parts of the terrain shifted as if another world was encroaching here, but I pressed into him. If this was his true self, I knew for a fact that this would have been nothing, but he had to lessen himself to come here, to lower himself to exist in this plane.
The divine weapon bore into him, and he only realized what I was holding for the first time as the concepts began to eat away at whatever this part of him was.
"You dared to go after my woman." I sneered. Even with this, I didn't think it would do anything meaningful, but if his roars were anything to go by, it was certainly painful.
He was fighting it, quite thoroughly, to the point where it finally gave out, but I wasn't perturbed, because a new presence joined up.
"MOLAG BAL." A very familiar voice caused the air to vibrate.
"Meridia!?" Molag Bal's surprised tone greeted her.
She didn't respond, a resplendent light building up as she let it out towards him. His projection, whatever it was, seemingly destroyed in that sudden burst of strength.
Well, at least I thought so, because a sigh filled the area, the tone of Molag Bal. "Did you enjoy my present, Meridia?"
"Retreat back to your realm, Molag Bal, you've lost this game." Meridia crossed her arms in annoyance.
"For now." He replied, almost bored, and it felt as if his presence finally departed.
Meridia looked at me, and there are many emotions flashing across her face. It looked like she was holding herself back a lot.
"Talk back at my house?" I offered.
"Do not make me wait." She huffed, disappearing.
Huh, that didn't sound good. I don't know what's going on, but apparently something happened more than just me fighting that vampire.
Better go make sure Meridia's fine.....right after I nab that sword he was swinging around.
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The first Daedric lord other than Meridia makes a move. Just a heads up, there is a decent chance I won't be able to post tomorrow, but no guarantees on anything.
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Chapter 135:
Part of me just wanted to take a nonchalant walk to this little island that this 'Lord Harkon' lived on, express my displeasure at his actions, and rectify the situation with some stern words. The other parts, which contributed the vast majority, was extremely angry and was quickly calculating how much power it would take to turn the island into a smoking crater.
I wasn't like before, I wouldn't blow up like with the dragon that me and Thorum first fought. But that didn't extinguish the same feelings that were swelling up in my chest.
Walking through a portal to the approximate location of this castle, I saw a stone bridge that linked the greater island the where I stood. A stone tower and a gate blocking anyone from simply walking inside. Behind me was a small pier, apparently the only method to truly come and go from this island without magical means.
My footsteps echoed out into the surroundings, the rhythmic sounds of my heels against cobblestone pathing. Though, if you listened closely, it was also accompanied by the muffled screams and groans by someone else. My prisoner still in my grasp, my hand clasped firmly over his mouth.
It didn't take long before I garnered attention, but not any normal eyes were upon me. Some kind of undead hounds awoke, staring at me with deathly eyes, and an air of bloodlust and frost.
"Fuck off." I growled, letting my draconic nature seep out, loud enough for them to hear.
They paused, perhaps cowed by my threat, but as if something overcame them, their auras shifted, small patches of fur straightened and mouths pulled back in snarls.
Growls all around me as they began to approach, cautiously, but all the same.
Each step they took froze the ground, and the ambient temperature in the area noticeably began to lower.
"Shatter." I cast my go to illusion spell, dozens of copies of me filled the area and the hounds immediately began attack.
They couldn't tell the difference, going for the closest 'enemy' they could find. The illusions would dissipate with nothing but a touch, but there were enough to not bother me.
"Fire Storm." The area around me was engulfed in fire, turning everything to ashes.
Whelp, I hope Lord Harkon isn't upset I killed his dogs.
I walked forward, cross the stone bridge, and surprisingly the gate to the castle opened.
Was I expected, or was I already noticed?
Doesn't matter.
There were large wooden doors ahead of me, leading into the heart of the castle.
It would be polite to knock.
Focusing on my prisoner, I started to cast reinforcement on him. It was not a spell you could cast on another person without any trouble, not only is every person's biology slightly different, but they inherently fight the spell without sufficient preparation.
The Vampire in my hand starting writhing, parts of his body burst open at my botched attempt, but it was enough.
I planted my feet, reeling my arm back, and threw the disgusting thing through the wooden doors, shattering them wide open.
The vampire's body slid across the ground, coming to a stop infront of a throne, not too dissimilar to Jarls Balgruuf's own. In fact, the whole room looked quite similar to the Jarl's meeting room, complete with large tables with many people sitting down at them.
Really, the only difference was the copious amounts of blood that literally spilled onto the ground.
Many new eyes were on me, but the leader, the one sitting above them all on an elevated platform with his conspicuous throne, he didn't look perturbed in the slightest.
He casually leaned to the side, finger tapping on the hand rest, eyes giving me a once over.
The air was tense, I could see the other onlookers, the other Vampires giving me deathly glares filled with wanton desire, as if I was but a hearty meal for them.
The lead was a Nord, well at least that was his race before he was a vampire.
Finally, his eyes fell down to the vampire I had thrown infront of them. He let out a sigh. "I was going to reward him." His dry words the only noise that filled this hall. "Barely above one of those mindless vermin out in the wilds, but he managed to complete his task."
This was Lord Harkon, I presumed. And he didn't look the least bit phased that I had thrown his minion onto his floor, dead on arrival.
"Yes, I have received your 'gracious' invitation." I drawled. "But I wonder If I've come to the right place." I visibly swept my gaze around the room, making eye contact with all the residents, not faltering at their inhuman looks. I walked forward near one of the tables, within arms reach of another vampire, but he didn't react, just staring at me. I ran a finger along the table, a noticeable amount of blood now dripping off my skin. "When I heard the name 'Lord Harkon' and came upon this castle, I expected – elegance, regality, resplendence." I paused my words again, meeting back up with Harkon's gaze. "But all I see is squalor and filth. And I'm not speaking of the horrid unkept nature of your castle."
Harkon gripped his armrest tight, enough that it noticeably began to indent in his grasp.
The closest vampire to me leapt, hissing and growling. I didn't bother even giving him my notice, Mirage already swung out, and his head rolled on the ground before anyone could react. Atleast he had the decency to clean up after himself, turning to ash in mere moments.
The sound of wooden chairs scrapping against the stone floor filled the area as they all pushed out of their seats, about to attack me. I welcomed it all the same, but they stopped when Lord Harkon put his hand up.
"Child, watch your tone." Harkon growled. "Do not think because you have a slain a dragon that you are beyond reproach."
"Oh no." I put my hands up in surrender. "I think there's a misunderstanding. I don't think myself beyond reproach, if I did, I wouldn't have some group of idiots thinking it was a good idea to kidnap my friend in an attempt to lure me here." I took a step forward, meeting his gaze with my own anger displayed openly.
"It is an honor for a mortal – prey, to be invited here." Harkon stated, seemingly dismissing my anger.
"Yes, I'm sure every mortal is jumping at the opportunity to sit among these...'distinguished' people." I rolled my eyes. "For such immediate grandstanding, why do I have the incessant need to wash myself after merely standing in this building?"
Harkon took a deep breath, it seemed like he was straining himself from lashing out. I was genuinely curious why he hadn't attacked me yet. He seemed like the kind of person who would kill at the smallest slight.
His eyes glowed faintly, filled with power. "The only reason you have not been torn to pieces is because my patron has use for you. It would do you well to cease your petty insults before you lose your tongue."
"Well, that would certainly make it harder for me to please your wife." I replied, without much thought, but a chilly silence enveloped the room.
Did I touch a sore spot without even knowing it?
He closed his eyes, frowning deeply. "You only need be alive." He said, opening them. Gently, he raised his hand from his rest, and droplets of blood began to float up from the conglomerated puddles on the floor and tables.
They filled the air, these tiny droplets, almost miniscule to the naked eye, yet so many of them that they painted a large picture of death which had filled this place.
Within a blink of an eye, the droplets distorted, changing shape into needles and launching towards me from every direction.
I didn't budge, my eyes didn't leave Harkon's, but the air around me shifted, the warm and familiar light surrounded me as a shield. My Aura, my soul given form did not budge under the assault. My reserves dipped a little bit, which was to be expected, but this blood magic did not touch me.
Harkon, for all his arrogance, merely raised an eyebrow. "Impressive." His expression didn't otherwise change. "You have some skill, I suppose." He pursed his lips. "Otherwise, a mortal like you would not have garnered his attention."
His comment did not bode well, but I didn't dwell on it for the moment. "Is it my turn then?" I didn't wait for an answer, Mirage in my hand, I twisted the blade ever so slightly, and quickly swung it out. "20 Birds."
A single motion producing twenty sword phantoms, twenty condensed slashes of magical energy overlaid in the same space and bursting out towards Harkon.
An explosion of dust and debris stymied my vision of him, his throne in tatters by the time it began to scatter. I saw him standing tall, but blood dripped onto the ground from several wounds across his body. Yet, his expression didn't change, his eyes shone with a brighter anger than before, but he didn't outwardly react again.
He cracked his neck as his wounds healed at a frightening speed. Even the spots where my attacks landed, they would be merely flesh wounds had he not had such an ridiculous healing factor. I could guess that his vampiric constitution provided him with an obscene physical prowess that allowed him to essentially tank my attacks with disregard.
"Curious, I have not seen such an attack from a sword before." He stated, actually looking mildly enthused. It was only now that I noticed a sword in his hand, I don't know where it came from, perhaps nearby, or he kept it hidden in a different pocket space. But what drew my attention was the design.....it was very much reminiscent of a Katana. "Was it magic or...something else?"
"Interesting sword you have there." I ignored his comment.
He looked down at his sword, a nostalgic look flashed across his face. "It has accompanied me for many centuries, even before I had ascended to what I am now." He smirked, waiving it gently in the air, he turned back to me and moved.
I barely had time to blink before I raised my sword up to intercept. The shockwave blew away everything around us, the other vampire already began to flee and hide behind barriers. This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.
My sword did not let up either, taking any opportunity to try and strike, but that Aura around him was powerful, lashing out to deflect my weapons.
"ENOUGH." Harkon shouted, shooting up towards the ceiling, bursting through the roof of the castle.
"If you want to fight in the sky, so be it." My own wings burst out of my back, and I followed suit.
"Boost!" I shot towards the sky.
Swords flying around me, Harkon turned around and swung the mace again, its corrosive energy lashed out, a deep hunger to consume me. I grabbed the closest sword to me, Dawnbreaker, and brought it up to block, but the force of it knocking me down, causing me to lose my flight for a few moments, before regain my balance.
"BEGONE." Harkon shouted, the green aura burst out from all around him, knocking my swords away. I hand to mentally regain them all again. "COME, SERVE ME." Harkon shouted, and portals opened up all around him, things began to pour out.
They looked like Gargoyles.
I let go of Dawnbreaker, letting Mirage flow into my hand.
"1000 birds" I called out, swinging my sword, and the sky filled with sword phantoms. The slashes of magical energy meeting each of his summoned creatures, slicing through them with relative each, pieces of Gargoyle falling to the ground below.
Those creatures were minced and obliterated in seconds, my arms shuddered under the strain, having pushed the limit of that ability of mine for now.
Harkon had a shield manifest around him, more of his Blood Magic, while chipped away and cracked all over it held with minimal strength remaining.
Once again, Dawnbreaker entered my hand and I charge at him, my golden sword bursting with light.
Harkon roared in defiance, Molag Bal's mace meeting it head on. The two artifacts clashed in a burst of power that lit up the sky.
The aura around Harkon was keeping the light of Dawnbreaker away, even as it 'touched' him, it dissipated upon that corrosive energy. And his own baleful aura lashed out like tendrils, trying to grab ahold of me, only for Dawnbreaker's light to attack them when they got close.
"DRAIN." Harkon shouted, and something struck me, I felt my Aura start to wither. It felt frighteningly similar to the move that Dragon used on me previously.
"Penetrate." I countered, my Boosts fading to fuel the ability of Ddraig's. The conceptual attack pierced through artifact's defenses and ignored his bodies' durability. A hole opened up in his chest, able to see through one side to the other.
With this opening, I thrust Dawnbreaker forward, its holy light stymied by the Mace, but it was weakened, it pierced through and went into Harkon, my blade tasting his blood for the first time.
Harkon screamed and wailed, swinging his mace wildly to push me away. "Lord Molag Bal" Harkon called out.
The eerie image of the Daedric Lord appeared in the sky next to him. "I do not accept failure, Harkon." He said plainly.
"I HAVN'T FAILED." He shouted. "I just need more power."
Molag Bal turned to me. "Yes, he is surprising." The thing contemplated. "This is your last chance." He raised his hand towards Harkon and his wounds regressed back to notion. Dawnbreaker's cleansing light faded from his body and he returned to normal. "Well, I can offer one smaller boon." He smirked, pointing his finger at me.
Dawnbreaker escaped my grip and shot up above me, it was suddenly enveloped in a malevolent barrier and the feeling I got from it gave me chills.
"Let's get that annoying weapon out of the way." He clapped his hands with a laugh. "Now, let's have a fair fight!" He chuckled, licking his lips in anticipation.
The urge to fly up and punch him was almost hard to ignore, but I had a more immediate concern at the moment. It seemed like Harkon was a sort of....anchor for Molag Bal's power. It makes sense since he referred to the Daedric Lord as his 'patron'.
I grabbed Mirage immediately and didn't wait for the next bout to initiate, I moved he prepared but I wanted to end this. "Swallow Returns."
Harkon arched his back, my sword protruding from his heart.
"What?" Molag Bal looked at me with confusion.
Harkon began falling from the sky, I didn't know the true extent of his abilities, but I wanted to end him before Molag Bal decided to boost him even further. I don't think that attack would have been enough, but it was a good start.
Spell Circles gathered all around my sword, growing to epic proportions. Magical energy coalesced as I began to spell sequence.
"ETHER CANNON!" I swung my glass sword, discharging everything I gathered at the falling vampire.
The rainbow beam of light struck him head on, burrowing into the island, taking half of it along with eviscerating the undead monster.
My gaze snapped towards the Daedric Prince still floating nearby.
"How boring." He snorted. "Well, come along then." He put his hand up as if to claim me.
With a sneer I called upon my Sword of Destruction, saving its true power for this point, it flew out and he didn't even cast it a second glance, but I fed it my dwindling Aura and the Power of Destruction erupted off it. It sliced into the 'things' hand eliciting a visible reaction from the Daedric lord, something resembling....pain.
"MORTAL" He shouted, reeling his arm back. "YOU DARE HARM ME!?" The sky turned at his words, the visible reality around us somewhat distorted.
"I'll do more than that." I growled, calling the sword back to me. The ability that could only be active three times a century. I aimed my sword at him, and swung again. "Destroy."
A roar that shattered reality around me, the sky turned different colors, parts of the terrain shifted as if another world was encroaching here, but I pressed into him. If this was his true self, I knew for a fact that this would have been nothing, but he had to lessen himself to come here, to lower himself to exist in this plane.
The divine weapon bore into him, and he only realized what I was holding for the first time as the concepts began to eat away at whatever this part of him was.
"You dared to go after my woman." I sneered. Even with this, I didn't think it would do anything meaningful, but if his roars were anything to go by, it was certainly painful.
He was fighting it, quite thoroughly, to the point where it finally gave out, but I wasn't perturbed, because a new presence joined up.
"MOLAG BAL." A very familiar voice caused the air to vibrate.
"Meridia!?" Molag Bal's surprised tone greeted her.
She didn't respond, a resplendent light building up as she let it out towards him. His projection, whatever it was, seemingly destroyed in that sudden burst of strength.
Well, at least I thought so, because a sigh filled the area, the tone of Molag Bal. "Did you enjoy my present, Meridia?"
"Retreat back to your realm, Molag Bal, you've lost this game." Meridia crossed her arms in annoyance.
"For now." He replied, almost bored, and it felt as if his presence finally departed.
Meridia looked at me, and there are many emotions flashing across her face. It looked like she was holding herself back a lot.
"Talk back at my house?" I offered.
"Do not make me wait." She huffed, disappearing.
Huh, that didn't sound good. I don't know what's going on, but apparently something happened more than just me fighting that vampire.
Better go make sure Meridia's fine.....right after I nab that sword he was swinging around.
***
The first Daedric lord other than Meridia makes a move. Just a heads up, there is a decent chance I won't be able to post tomorrow, but no guarantees on anything.
Anyways, if you want to read 6 chapters ahead, visit my /astoryforone , next chapter is the first lewd.
Chapter 135:Part of me just wanted to take a nonchalant walk to this little island that this 'Lord Harkon' lived on, express my displeasure at his actions, and rectify the situation with some stern words. The other parts, which contributed the vast majority, was extremely angry and was quickly calculating how much power it would take to turn the island into a smoking crater. I wasn't like before, I wouldn't blow up like with the dragon that me and Thorum first fought. But that didn't extinguish the same feelings that were swelling up in my chest. Walking through a portal to the approximate location of this castle, I saw a stone bridge that linked the greater island the where I stood. A stone tower and a gate blocking anyone from simply walking inside. Behind me was a small pier, apparently the only method to truly come and go from this island without magical means. My footsteps echoed out into the surroundings, the rhythmic sounds of my heels against cobblestone pathing. Though, if you listened closely, it was also accompanied by the muffled screams and groans by someone else. My prisoner still in my grasp, my hand clasped firmly over his mouth. It didn't take long before I garnered attention, but not any normal eyes were upon me. Some kind of undead hounds awoke, staring at me with deathly eyes, and an air of bloodlust and frost. "Fuck off." I growled, letting my draconic nature seep out, loud enough for them to hear. They paused, perhaps cowed by my threat, but as if something overcame them, their auras shifted, small patches of fur straightened and mouths pulled back in snarls. Growls all around me as they began to approach, cautiously, but all the same. Each step they took froze the ground, and the ambient temperature in the area noticeably began to lower. "Shatter." I cast my go to illusion spell, dozens of copies of me filled the area and the hounds immediately began attack. They couldn't tell the difference, going for the closest 'enemy' they could find. The illusions would dissipate with nothing but a touch, but there were enough to not bother me. "Fire Storm." The area around me was engulfed in fire, turning everything to ashes. Whelp, I hope Lord Harkon isn't upset I killed his dogs. I walked forward, cross the stone bridge, and surprisingly the gate to the castle opened. Was I expected, or was I already noticed? Doesn't matter. There were large wooden doors ahead of me, leading into the heart of the castle. It would be polite to knock. Focusing on my prisoner, I started to cast reinforcement on him. It was not a spell you could cast on another person without any trouble, not only is every person's biology slightly different, but they inherently fight the spell without sufficient preparation. The Vampire in my hand starting writhing, parts of his body burst open at my botched attempt, but it was enough. I planted my feet, reeling my arm back, and threw the disgusting thing through the wooden doors, shattering them wide open. The vampire's body slid across the ground, coming to a stop infront of a throne, not too dissimilar to Jarls Balgruuf's own. In fact, the whole room looked quite similar to the Jarl's meeting room, complete with large tables with many people sitting down at them. Really, the only difference was the copious amounts of blood that literally spilled onto the ground. Many new eyes were on me, but the leader, the one sitting above them all on an elevated platform with his conspicuous throne, he didn't look perturbed in the slightest. He casually leaned to the side, finger tapping on the hand rest, eyes giving me a once over. The air was tense, I could see the other onlookers, the other Vampires giving me deathly glares filled with wanton desire, as if I was but a hearty meal for them. The lead was a Nord, well at least that was his race before he was a vampire. Finally, his eyes fell down to the vampire I had thrown infront of them. He let out a sigh. "I was going to reward him." His dry words the only noise that filled this hall. "Barely above one of those mindless vermin out in the wilds, but he managed to complete his task." This was Lord Harkon, I presumed. And he didn't look the least bit phased that I had thrown his minion onto his floor, dead on arrival. "Yes, I have received your 'gracious' invitation." I drawled. "But I wonder If I've come to the right place." I visibly swept my gaze around the room, making eye contact with all the residents, not faltering at their inhuman looks. I walked forward near one of the tables, within arms reach of another vampire, but he didn't react, just staring at me. I ran a finger along the table, a noticeable amount of blood now dripping off my skin. "When I heard the name 'Lord Harkon' and came upon this castle, I expected elegance, regality, resplendence." I paused my words again, meeting back up with Harkon's gaze. "But all I see is squalor and filth. And I'm not speaking of the horrid unkept nature of your castle." Harkon gripped his armrest tight, enough that it noticeably began to indent in his grasp. The closest vampire to me leapt, hissing and growling. I didn't bother even giving him my notice, Mirage already swung out, and his head rolled on the ground before anyone could react. Atleast he had the decency to clean up after himself, turning to ash in mere moments. The sound of wooden chairs scrapping against the stone floor filled the area as they all pushed out of their seats, about to attack me. I welcomed it all the same, but they stopped when Lord Harkon put his hand up. "Child, watch your tone." Harkon growled. "Do not think because you have a slain a dragon that you are beyond reproach." "Oh no." I put my hands up in surrender. "I think there's a misunderstanding. I don't think myself beyond reproach, if I did, I wouldn't have some group of idiots thinking it was a good idea to kidnap my friend in an attempt to lure me here." I took a step forward, meeting his gaze with my own anger displayed openly. "It is an honor for a mortal prey, to be invited here." Harkon stated, seemingly dismissing my anger. "Yes, I'm sure every mortal is jumping at the opportunity to sit among these...'distinguished' people." I rolled my eyes. "For such immediate grandstanding, why do I have the incessant need to wash myself after merely standing in this building?" Harkon took a deep breath, it seemed like he was straining himself from lashing out. I was genuinely curious why he hadn't attacked me yet. He seemed like the kind of person who would kill at the smallest slight. His eyes glowed faintly, filled with power. "The only reason you have not been torn to pieces is because my patron has use for you. It would do you well to cease your petty insults before you lose your tongue." "Well, that would certainly make it harder for me to please your wife." I replied, without much thought, but a chilly silence enveloped the room. Did I touch a sore spot without even knowing it? He closed his eyes, frowning deeply. "You only need be alive." He said, opening them. Gently, he raised his hand from his rest, and droplets of blood began to float up from the conglomerated puddles on the floor and tables. They filled the air, these tiny droplets, almost miniscule to the naked eye, yet so many of them that they painted a large picture of death which had filled this place. Within a blink of an eye, the droplets distorted, changing shape into needles and launching towards me from every direction. I didn't budge, my eyes didn't leave Harkon's, but the air around me shifted, the warm and familiar light surrounded me as a shield. My Aura, my soul given form did not budge under the assault. My reserves dipped a little bit, which was to be expected, but this blood magic did not touch me. Harkon, for all his arrogance, merely raised an eyebrow. "Impressive." His expression didn't otherwise change. "You have some skill, I suppose." He pursed his lips. "Otherwise, a mortal like you would not have garnered his attention." His comment did not bode well, but I didn't dwell on it for the moment. "Is it my turn then?" I didn't wait for an answer, Mirage in my hand, I twisted the blade ever so slightly, and quickly swung it out. "20 Birds." A single motion producing twenty sword phantoms, twenty condensed slashes of magical energy overlaid in the same space and bursting out towards Harkon. An explosion of dust and debris stymied my vision of him, his throne in tatters by the time it began to scatter. I saw him standing tall, but blood dripped onto the ground from several wounds across his body. Yet, his expression didn't change, his eyes shone with a brighter anger than before, but he didn't outwardly react again. He cracked his neck as his wounds healed at a frightening speed. Even the spots where my attacks landed, they would be merely flesh wounds had he not had such an ridiculous healing factor. I could guess that his vampiric constitution provided him with an obscene physical prowess that allowed him to essentially tank my attacks with disregard. "Curious, I have not seen such an attack from a sword before." He stated, actually looking mildly enthused. It was only now that I noticed a sword in his hand, I don't know where it came from, perhaps nearby, or he kept it hidden in a different pocket space. But what drew my attention was the design.....it was very much reminiscent of a Katana. "Was it magic or...something else?" "Interesting sword you have there." I ignored his comment. He looked down at his sword, a nostalgic look flashed across his face. "It has accompanied me for many centuries, even before I had ascended to what I am now." He smirked, waiving it gently in the air, he turned back to me and moved. I barely had time to blink before I raised my sword up to intercept. The shockwave blew away everything around us, the other vampire already began to flee and hide behind barriers. This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.My sword did not let up either, taking any opportunity to try and strike, but that Aura around him was powerful, lashing out to deflect my weapons. "ENOUGH." Harkon shouted, shooting up towards the ceiling, bursting through the roof of the castle. "If you want to fight in the sky, so be it." My own wings burst out of my back, and I followed suit. "Boost!" I shot towards the sky. Swords flying around me, Harkon turned around and swung the mace again, its corrosive energy lashed out, a deep hunger to consume me. I grabbed the closest sword to me, Dawnbreaker, and brought it up to block, but the force of it knocking me down, causing me to lose my flight for a few moments, before regain my balance. "BEGONE." Harkon shouted, the green aura burst out from all around him, knocking my swords away. I hand to mentally regain them all again. "COME, SERVE ME." Harkon shouted, and portals opened up all around him, things began to pour out. They looked like Gargoyles. I let go of Dawnbreaker, letting Mirage flow into my hand. "1000 birds" I called out, swinging my sword, and the sky filled with sword phantoms. The slashes of magical energy meeting each of his summoned creatures, slicing through them with relative each, pieces of Gargoyle falling to the ground below. Those creatures were minced and obliterated in seconds, my arms shuddered under the strain, having pushed the limit of that ability of mine for now. Harkon had a shield manifest around him, more of his Blood Magic, while chipped away and cracked all over it held with minimal strength remaining. Once again, Dawnbreaker entered my hand and I charge at him, my golden sword bursting with light. Harkon roared in defiance, Molag Bal's mace meeting it head on. The two artifacts clashed in a burst of power that lit up the sky. The aura around Harkon was keeping the light of Dawnbreaker away, even as it 'touched' him, it dissipated upon that corrosive energy. And his own baleful aura lashed out like tendrils, trying to grab ahold of me, only for Dawnbreaker's light to attack them when they got close. "DRAIN." Harkon shouted, and something struck me, I felt my Aura start to wither. It felt frighteningly similar to the move that Dragon used on me previously. "Penetrate." I countered, my Boosts fading to fuel the ability of Ddraig's. The conceptual attack pierced through artifact's defenses and ignored his bodies' durability. A hole opened up in his chest, able to see through one side to the other. With this opening, I thrust Dawnbreaker forward, its holy light stymied by the Mace, but it was weakened, it pierced through and went into Harkon, my blade tasting his blood for the first time. Harkon screamed and wailed, swinging his mace wildly to push me away. "Lord Molag Bal" Harkon called out. The eerie image of the Daedric Lord appeared in the sky next to him. "I do not accept failure, Harkon." He said plainly. "I HAVN'T FAILED." He shouted. "I just need more power." Molag Bal turned to me. "Yes, he is surprising." The thing contemplated. "This is your last chance." He raised his hand towards Harkon and his wounds regressed back to notion. Dawnbreaker's cleansing light faded from his body and he returned to normal. "Well, I can offer one smaller boon." He smirked, pointing his finger at me. Dawnbreaker escaped my grip and shot up above me, it was suddenly enveloped in a malevolent barrier and the feeling I got from it gave me chills. "Let's get that annoying weapon out of the way." He clapped his hands with a laugh. "Now, let's have a fair fight!" He chuckled, licking his lips in anticipation. The urge to fly up and punch him was almost hard to ignore, but I had a more immediate concern at the moment. It seemed like Harkon was a sort of....anchor for Molag Bal's power. It makes sense since he referred to the Daedric Lord as his 'patron'. I grabbed Mirage immediately and didn't wait for the next bout to initiate, I moved he prepared but I wanted to end this. "Swallow Returns." Harkon arched his back, my sword protruding from his heart. "What?" Molag Bal looked at me with confusion. Harkon began falling from the sky, I didn't know the true extent of his abilities, but I wanted to end him before Molag Bal decided to boost him even further. I don't think that attack would have been enough, but it was a good start. Spell Circles gathered all around my sword, growing to epic proportions. Magical energy coalesced as I began to spell sequence. "ETHER CANNON!" I swung my glass sword, discharging everything I gathered at the falling vampire. The rainbow beam of light struck him head on, burrowing into the island, taking half of it along with eviscerating the undead monster. My gaze snapped towards the Daedric Prince still floating nearby. "How boring." He snorted. "Well, come along then." He put his hand up as if to claim me. With a sneer I called upon my Sword of Destruction, saving its true power for this point, it flew out and he didn't even cast it a second glance, but I fed it my dwindling Aura and the Power of Destruction erupted off it. It sliced into the 'things' hand eliciting a visible reaction from the Daedric lord, something resembling....pain. "MORTAL" He shouted, reeling his arm back. "YOU DARE HARM ME!?" The sky turned at his words, the visible reality around us somewhat distorted. "I'll do more than that." I growled, calling the sword back to me. The ability that could only be active three times a century. I aimed my sword at him, and swung again. "Destroy." A roar that shattered reality around me, the sky turned different colors, parts of the terrain shifted as if another world was encroaching here, but I pressed into him. If this was his true self, I knew for a fact that this would have been nothing, but he had to lessen himself to come here, to lower himself to exist in this plane. The divine weapon bore into him, and he only realized what I was holding for the first time as the concepts began to eat away at whatever this part of him was. "You dared to go after my woman." I sneered. Even with this, I didn't think it would do anything meaningful, but if his roars were anything to go by, it was certainly painful. He was fighting it, quite thoroughly, to the point where it finally gave out, but I wasn't perturbed, because a new presence joined up. "MOLAG BAL." A very familiar voice caused the air to vibrate. "Meridia!?" Molag Bal's surprised tone greeted her. She didn't respond, a resplendent light building up as she let it out towards him. His projection, whatever it was, seemingly destroyed in that sudden burst of strength. Well, at least I thought so, because a sigh filled the area, the tone of Molag Bal. "Did you enjoy my present, Meridia?" "Retreat back to your realm, Molag Bal, you've lost this game." Meridia crossed her arms in annoyance. "For now." He replied, almost bored, and it felt as if his presence finally departed. Meridia looked at me, and there are many emotions flashing across her face. It looked like she was holding herself back a lot. "Talk back at my house?" I offered. "Do not make me wait." She huffed, disappearing. Huh, that didn't sound good. I don't know what's going on, but apparently something happened more than just me fighting that vampire. Better go make sure Meridia's fine.....right after I nab that sword he was swinging around. *** The first Daedric lord other than Meridia makes a move. Just a heads up, there is a decent chance I won't be able to post tomorrow, but no guarantees on anything. Anyways, if you want to read 6 chapters ahead, visit my /astoryforone , next chapter is the first lewd.
