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Heretics and Extremists	By : Inxathekhajiit Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 5671 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Skyrim, nor any of the characters from it. I receive no profit for the writing of this story.

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(Quick Warning: This chapter is quite cruel.)

Chapter 2

Over the span of two weeks, Ondolemar took the task of ‘re-establishing their ties with the asset’ into his own capable hands. While he was not pleased that he’d been forbidden to destroy the Nord, he was at least satisfied in instilling the man with a refreshed outrage against the Thalmor.
Their sessions yielded much better results when other members of the ‘shrines’ were brought in; namely Talo’s worshippers that the Jarl of Windhelm knew. While the stubborn Nord was not quick to betray a familiar face, their own cries of ‘Ulfric’ and their insufferable need for bravery above all made it easy to condemn the heretics.
After the fourth day of this, Ondolemar finally confronted the Nord directly about his ‘assistance’ in the mock trials.
“You have been very helpful in identifying and punishing the criminals, Jarl Ulfric.” He was mocking as ever. “At the mere sight of you in chains, you would think they would fall upon their knees…but the fools stand and yell instead!”
Ulfric seemed solemn and tired as usual. He did not respond, which enticed the Thalmor elf to bait him more.
“You feel no remorse for bringing about their downfall then?!” The man scorned irritably as he rested his knuckles upon his hips.
“You seek to damage my ego by blaming me for the imprisonment of these people..but I feel only pride that so many have the courage to stand for what they believe in…” His posture had seen some change; he now allowed his frame to slump in the chains that bound his wrists to the wall. They were in just the position that he could not sit or lie down, but was instead forced to bend his knees, stretch them forward or stand.
“They will die empty deaths for an empty cause. It is suitable in its own pathetic way.”
Ulfric glowered up at him from beneath tired, furrowed brows. “It is no empty cause…they will be greatly rewarded in Sovengard for their sacrifices-“
“Their wives shall be widows and their children, orphans; all in the name of a false god. Their children’s children shall look upon their foolish ancestors with such great shame, for our teachings will cleanse such heresy from the books of history-“
Ulfric was breathing heavily as though these words were barbs. His usual monotone voice carried the strain of these stresses. “You would never mask the truth. So long as the children of Skyrim exist, the teachings shall pass on. They will always find a way…The Thalmor is a temporary and curable disease within Skyrim-“
Ondolemar let loose one sharp bark of a laugh. “HAH! You really continue to believe this lunacy?” His ‘merriment’ flipped off like a switch. “Here is a piece of reality for you. Talos was a man and your little religion was not so great a sacrifice that this country could not agree to give it up.”
The high elf opened the metal cell that Ulfric was contained within and let himself in. “Bring me a prisoner. Any one of them would do.”
The guard returned a moment later with a nervous looking Nord who was wearing prisoner’s rags and a Talos emblem around his neck. Ulfric nodded very lightly to this man, who in turn glanced about the cell in a minor panic.
“Allow me to make a demonstration so that you may see the future of your precious heresy.“ Ondolemar bellowed as if he stood before an audience. “Just days ago, you were a worshipper of Talos. You insisted that you would take the views to your grave. What say you now?”
The prisoner shuddered violently the moment the question was directed at him. His green eyes were large and full of terror. “N-never…never, ever again. I w-was wrong…Talos is no g-god…he was a man…..I w-was a fool, sir.”
Ulfric did not look surprised, but he rarely ever did. Nor did he look disappointed in his fellow Nord.
“What say you, Ulfric?” Ondolemar baited for a decent reaction.
The Jarl frowned. “Fear may make a man say many things he does not truly believe. To shake the foundation of someone’s faith would take tools you do not possess.”
The high elf put a large hand on the fearful prisoner; making the man quake. “I agree with you when you say he is lying.”
The Nord shook his head and collapsed to his knees instantly. “No no no!! I promise!! I swear I will never utter the wretched name again so long as I live! I do not believe, I do not want to believe!” He was reduced into a sobbing mess.
Ulfric seemed, for the most part, unmoved by this display. He did however mumble: “I do not blame you, friend.”
Ondolemar stepped around the sniveling prisoner before giving the pathetic man several rough kicks with the tip of his heavy boot. “Get out.” He snapped until the prisoner drug himself back out of the cell to be apprehended once more by a guard. “Put him back with the others and bring me another…….”
The elf turned back to Ulfric. “We are being most lenient on the ingrates of this land. One mild offense such as being in possession of an artifact and we merely put the criminal away until they may be properly converted.”
The guard returned with another dark haired Nord. This man was possibly the polar opposite of the previous in posture; he was confident and bold despite the blood upon his face and the ragged clothing on his back. He was gagged and bound; clear signs of his unwillingness to comply.
“Then we have the stubborn heretics who infect as many listening ears as possible with the ‘word of Talos’; those who refuse our conversion methods time and time again. These sort of persons would never change and there is absolutely no hope in curing them-“
Stepping aside a moment, the high elf pushed the new prisoner before Ulfric. “There is only one method left for dealing with this sort of criminal…”
The Thalmor elf drew a long blade from the hilt upon his side.
Ulfric shifted then. “You are a coward.” He noted out loud.
Ondolemar pulled the blade about the dark haired prisoner’s throat and pressed himself in with purpose. “Think before you speak lest you tempt me to make him suffer more than is necessary.”
The Nord in question bit down upon his cloth gag and glanced over with eyes full of fire.
“You’d not face him in a real battle….you are no man in my eyes-“
Ondolemar was no fool and did not like to play into such games, but his pride was stricken at such a callous remark. “Heretics are not deserving of fair battle…but since you insult my honor, I have no choice but to strike the heathen down your way.”
Turning around, he shoved the prisoner out of the cell and followed suit before roughly ripping the bonds from the man’s hands. “Go and choose your weapon, wretch.” He pointed to a weapons rack across the cellar.
As eagerly as Ulfric could have predicted, the freed Nord rushed briskly for the pair of axes and took up both before turning back to the Thalmor elf. The elven guard looked nervous and placed a hand upon her own blade, to only back down at a single hand gesture from Ondolemar.
“I feel like humoring the prisoners..” He explained haughtily as he watched the Nord rip the gag from his own mouth.
“For the true children of Skyrim!” The man then screamed bloody murder and slung himself full force at Ondolemar.
The elf was honestly not expecting such ferocity and was appalled as he swung his own blade down to counter strike after strike; having to take up his mace as well to parry each ferocious attack. He was rapidly driven backwards and soon felt a sharp panic as his back met with the wall.
Dropping his mace, he engulfed the Nord in a wave of flames before the crazed man could land a blow in. To his horror, the prisoner kept moving forward anyway. A swift dash to the side kept Ondolemar from losing his head, but did not spare his beautiful cheek from being slashed wide open.
Still on fire, the prisoner turned and focused his blistering face in the high elf’s direction.
By this point, the guard had taken it upon herself to step in and end this madness. Dashing at the prisoner from the side, she took him down with a swift blow from her mace.
At last the Nord fell and did not rise again. The flames still licked his frame for a moment as Ondolemar looked on in shock with a hand pressed to his own face.
How badly that had gone in such a short amount of time.
Worse still, he remembered that Ulfric had been watching the entire thing. He returned to the man’s cell now and leered in menacingly. “I should hold you responsible for that.”
The imprisoned Jarl, who had been looking on silently, merely grumbled slowly and refused to look at the elf any longer. “You were successful in making yourself look like an ass. I could not possibly take credit for that.”
Ondolemar’s face lit with a livid fury. He kept one hand pressed to his face as he flipped about and pointed at the guard. “Bring the rest of the prisoners. Make sure they are BOUND and gagged.” He turned back to the Nord and spat like a cat dumped in boiling water. “Do you want to see the future of your country?! I will show you the future of your ‘children of Skyrim’!!”
Just as she was told, the guard drug each of the Talos worshipping prisoners out, including the frightened one from earlier and threw them to their knees on the stone floor of the interrogation room.
“ THIS. IS. THE. FUTURE.” Ondolemar walked down the line and cut them down one by one with wide, malicious sweeps of his blade. It was not easy and not a one died on the first blow, so he had to drive the blade down again and again and again. The gags could not possibly stifle the screams of agony. “If they do not FALL to their knees in compliance with our laws, they will fall in bloody pieces til the slaughter claims them all!”
Once the blood of six of these worshippers was spilled and he was soaked in it, he turned back to the cage which held Ulfric.
That display had done the trick. Despite the fact that his head was turned down so that his eyes were cast in shadow, it was clear that his face was streaked with tear lines. Ulfric’s frame shook ever so slightly with completely silent sobs.
“That’s better……” Ondolemar glowered before realizing he was covered in blood. Then he became disgusted. “I am going to clean this filth from my skin and find some new robes….you leave this mess for our friend to brood over for awhile before you make him clean it up. Keep those chains tight on him though…”
Scowling menacingly, the high elf strode off upstairs.
Ulfric choked upon one of the stifled sobs before sinking down more dramatically against the wall. He could not even look in the direction of the bloodshed without welling up once more with the all-consuming, miserable reality of it.
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