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Penance	By : ShadowMeld Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 2864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Penance"

He never saw it coming.

Commander Maros was patrolling the docks, in anticipation of the Emperor’s arrival. The death of his son still weighed on steps, but worse was the soiling of his name. He found himself again barking orders at a subordinate, forcibly ignoring the veiled sympathy in the younger soldier’s gaze. He was weary of their incompetence.

There was pain, and then there was nothing.

Next he remembered, he was in a darkness more complete than he had ever known. He glared into the endless sea of black, uncertain as to where he was and not liking the sensation one bit. Maro clambered to his feet, feeling strangely unsteady, but not in pain.

He didn’t know how long he was kept waiting before a figure stepped from the darkness. The commander didn’t know the man, but he recognized the black hand that marked so starkly those old fashioned robes. “Assassin…”

A deep chuckle from the darkness of that hood, “Did you really believe that Sithis would let you off so easily, Maros? Think that you could thumb your nose at Dread Father and not pay the price? Oh no dear Maro…”

Sithis. Maro’s brow furrowed, as he started to truly look into the blackness around him. A seething, hungry blackness and the burn of comprehension made him still. “You ─you bastard! This is not possible… I do not acknowledge your gods!”

“But where are you, dear Maro?”

“No…no. It cannot…”

The assassin seemed amused as he shook his head at him, tsking quietly at his persistent denial. “If you insist on being stubborn, I will answer for you: The Void. Your Divines will not save you here. You are forsaken liar, cheat, backstabber, and just like your son you will serve Sithis in the Void. In fact, I hear the Dread Lord calling.” With that, he faded right into the darkness, like he had never been.

Dead he may be, but the commander felt a very mortal chill run down his spine at the voice that emerged from the blackness to curl around him. Deep, dark, and rolling like a serpent of ebony scales, its echo razor sharp and searing against his mind. He had always thought that a man like him would have the strength to stand even before the darkest of the evils, Maro was horribly mistaken.

“Alexius Maro,” despite himself the commander trembled at his name echoed in those terrible tones, he felt… violated, defiled, even as he stood shaking before a blackness far beyond his understanding. “You thought to defy me. Willful, proud, insolent Maro.”

The Imperial was shaking as from that formless void a long limb just came into being. White as bone, its pale claws brushed against his cheek, elegant and corrupted. The terror that smooth limb cultivated in his mind was as fathomless as the endlessness of space.

“You destroy my children, dear Maro.”

“But my─my son-“

Those claws pressed into his jaw and commander couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe, his body paralyzed by the feeling of such an infinite being’s complete displeasure. In an instant he felt awful, horrible, and in his terror he ached for penance. Anything to satiate this being, anything to be free of his blasphemous sins. The proud commander wept under the cool gaze of the Void, wanting to beg, to plead for redemption.

When the grip eased, the breath of freedom was so stark it left him gasping in its benevolence. But the Dread Lord was not finished, and the return of that disapproving tone had Maro cowed. “He was wanted for the Void. But he is the least of your concerns here. You corrupted my Sanctuary. Now you belong to me, and you will serve me.”

To his endless shame, Maros looked away from the dark gaze of the Void, and bowed as the weight of ages ached in his bones with every word from this being older than time. “S-serve you… h-how?”

“In all ways. Proud, blasphemous Maro. You will learn humility, learn shame, debasement upon my will. You were dragged to the Void in disgrace, tribute to me for your sins. In your subjugation you will reflect on them.”

Maro felt that creeping dread bloom vividly within him as he stared wide-eyed into the Void. He didn’t know what to say, his mind seemingly locked on just what the Dread Lord could possibly mean.

Then he saw more white flesh flowing, conceived of the darkness. The void began taking shape. This should have given him comfort, but somehow inexplicably his horror only grew. By terrible increments a body was forming and the Imperial quaked as he looked into the bottomless black gaze of a masculine creature. To call the form a man would be like comparing the sun to a camp fire, the body was male but it was grand and it was beautiful in the most terrible way. Chiseled features and perfectly formed lips smiled to reveal a mouth full of the most horrible teeth. A head crowned in the void’s blackness canted at the Commander who found himself weeping in awe and fear at what he saw.

It only seemed to make the Dread Lord laugh. “This is not how usually I communicate with my followers, but I find you humans learn best your lessons… viscerally. Your base flesh that is both your exaltation and your damnation, it makes for a most entertaining instrument of penance.”

He just looked, uncertain of what the old god wanted of him, staring at those claws and teeth, the flesh so white to make him feel unclean. “What-what do you want?”

“Everything. But we will start with your humility. I want you on your knees, and then I want you to try and pleasure me.”
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