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Blood of the Daedra	By : mistressarachnia Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Morrowind Views: 1786 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter
6: Coldharbor
Soryn�s emerald eyes opened onto a
bleak rotting landscape.� The world around him was red.� Everything as far as
the eye could see burned, yet seemingly nothing was consumed.� The sky itself
appeared to be on fire.� Yet� Soryn was freezing.� His head was spinning.� He
tried to speak, to cry out, but found he had no breath.� His body: it was
freezing, yet burning at the same time.� Was he being consumed by fire or ice?�
He could not tell, but this was torture.� It felt as though the flesh itself
were being ripped from his bones.� Every fiber of his being screamed out in
pain, yet his voice was silent.� No breath would enter his lungs.� Tears flowed
from his eyes, mingling with the frozen blood which now covered his body until
they too froze solid, burning with an intense sizzling crackle as they
evaporated into thin air.� Where was he?� What was happening to him?
His body felt increasingly foreign,
alien� a prison which held him captive as he was mercilessly tormented.� He
wanted to escape from it.� Tremors ripped through his flesh and he grasped the
nearest structure for support.� What was it?� A tree?� A vine?� He did not
care.� His body shook violently with every heavy step he took.� He wanted the
tremors to stop, he wanted to regain control of his senses, yet found that he
could not.� But they were taking it away, taking it all away: the pain, the
pleasure before, everything.� He was becoming numb to it all.� He didn�t care.�
The pain, the horrible pain� it was leaving.� Who cared if he felt nothing
afterwards?
Around him, the ground was covered
in sludge.� It was difficult to wade through and he nearly collapsed. �Clutching
the vine for support, he sunk down into the grimy muck which covered the
landscape�s surface.� He glanced down to examine himself.� The blood remained,
staining the once-vibrant gold of his skin.� It appeared dull, lifeless.� His
body was still naked, and he found himself standing in the midst of�
someplace.� Someplace filthy.� Someplace horrible� yet strangely familiar.
Moving slightly, he sunk deeper
down into the grimy muck.� He could feel something against him, and he reached
out his hand to touch it.� It was soft, crumbling, round� he pulled it from the
mud to examine it.� Suddenly his eyes widened in horror and he fell back, only
to find himself pressed against more of these strange pliant objects.� They
were corpses, a sea of bodies.� The ground was littered with them, the
decomposing flesh creating an oasis of slime.� He tried to cry out, breath
still absent as his eyes darted desperately around the barren landscape for
some sign of life.� Yet he could see none.
A deep voice laughed heartily, and
he grasped the vine around him to pull himself up, trying to ignore the skulls
sinking in the muck around him as he forced himself forward.� He clung to the
vine, trying once more to scream as only empty air escaped his lips.� Tears
fell like rain, freezing his skin as they burnt away in the frigid air.
�Do you like it?� the voice asked,
rumbling from above.� Soryn made no reply, clutching the branch in horror as he
glanced around for the source of the sound.
�Do you recognize this place?� the
voice asked again, as Soryn�s trembling intensified.� He clung tightly to the
vine, his eyes wide with fear.
�It is your home.� Welcome home,
Soryn Uvirith,� the voice continued, breaking out into a round of sinister
laughter.� Soryn glanced around the eerie burning, decomposing landscape in
horror.� Suddenly his eyes widened.� The deep voice was not lying.� This WAS
his home.� He could make out the schoolhouse, or what was left of it.� It was
nearly burnt to the ground, as were the half-consumed smashed mushroom pods
lining the landscape.� There was Marien�s house off in the distance, with
stakes poking out of the sludge-ridden ground at sinister angles.� He blinked,
looking closer.� There were more of these stakes scattered about the landscape,
and on them appeared to be� Soryn looked closer� yes, severed swollen body
parts: heads, limbs, torsos, likely not from the same individual.� He closed
his eyes in horror, feeling ill.
�Don�t you like it?� I thought you
would enjoy seeing your family�s old mushroom pod again,� the cruel voice
snickered menacingly.� Soryn glanced up, falling back into the muck when he saw
himself looking directly into the cold lifeless eyes of his mother and father,
as their swollen heads swung from the very same vines he now clung to.� He
turned his head as his eyes welled with tears, feeling both ill and terrified
at once.� His body shook with horror, but still he could not cry out.� He sunk
down, no longer caring about the corpses and their swollen bursting flesh
littering the landscape around him as he buried his face in his hands sobbing
silently.� His parents� what had happened to them?
Suddenly he felt smooth scaly
fingers grasping his shoulders.� Claws grazed against his skin gently,
caressing him almost seductively.� He looked up into cold sinister yellow eyes.
�Do you know who I am?� the same
deep voice asked of him, lowering to a seductive whisper.� The huge man
standing before him was clearly reptilian, and oddly familiar.� Soryn
recognized him as the daedric statue in the shrine: Molag Bal.� He opened his
mouth to speak, to reply, yet found he still had no breath.� He brought his
hands to his throat in horror.� Why� why couldn�t he breathe?� The creature
laughed, seemingly enjoying his pain.
�Come here, Soryn Uvirith.� Stand,
so that I might give you breath again,� he sneered.� He grabbed the young mage
roughly by the shoulders, allowing him little room for protest as he was hauled
to his feet.� Molag Bal pulled him close, yellow eyes peering deeply into the
green that were his own.� Soryn tried to look away, but the daedra caught him
by the chin, pulling him forward as the young Altmer found himself pinned
helplessly between powerful hands.� Scaly skin brushed his cheek.� Slowly, the
daedra brought his mouth to the trembling lips of the terrified Altmer, opening
them gently with his long tongue.� Soryn tried to struggle, to push him away,
but his body was failing.� Suddenly his lungs were filled with air, and he
gasped as the daedra pulled away, trembling violently as he fought to catch his
breath.
�Let me go!� he hissed, still
struggling to free himself from the clutches of the daedra.
�Ah, but you are mine, beautiful
one, whether you like it or not,� the daedra smiled, �After all you were given
to me freely as a gift.�
�I belong to no one, and I am no
one�s gift to give!� Soryn protested, trying his best to appear calm as his
body shook and tears welled in his eyes.� How could Eldafire do this to him?
�Oh, but you are,� the daedra
grinned evilly.� Soryn pressed against him, looking around desperately for
something to use as a weapon.� A skull, a long bone� anything would do.� But he
could reach none of it, and the daedra�s skin appeared to be impenetrable.� He
gasped, trying to summon up enough magicka to affect some sort of spell.� But
he found he was drained entirely.
�You don�t want me!� I�ll never
cooperate!� Soryn protested, �I know who you are!� I saw your statue in the
shrine, and I heard Eldafire speak with you� she called you� Molag Bal.�
�Oh but of course you know me.� And
I know you too, Soryn Uvirith,� the daedra grinned, running his hands down
Soryn�s smooth golden skin and causing him to cry out in discomfort.
�Let me go!� he insisted.� The
daedra laughed.
�Let you go or what?� Such
arrogance.� You are indeed insolent, my beautiful one.� You cannot make demands
of a Daedric Prince.� Not if you expect to gain what you desire,� Molag Bal
grinned, �Or are you really so innocent?� You put on quite the show back in my
shrine.� I do think you rather enjoyed your own sacrifice.�� Soryn opened his
mouth to protest, yet quickly shut it again.� He was clearly in over his head.�
His eyes welled with tears and be began to cry openly, ignoring the burning
sting of the tears as they froze on his skin.
�Ah, but you are innocent� in your
own unique way.� And that is what I love about you, Soryn Uvirith.� You are
going to be the instrument of my will � my right hand, so to speak.� And you
will beg me for this honor before we are through,� the daedric price grinned
evilly.� Soryn shook his head, tears still flowing down his face.� No� he did
not want this to be� this could not be happening�
�Don�t you find this place
beautiful, my dear Soryn?� Molag Bal asked, running his fingers along the Altmer�s
smooth skin to wipe away the stains left by the frozen tears.� Soryn turned his
head defiantly, afraid to look at the daedric lord any longer.
�Wake up, wake up Soryn!� he whispered
under his breath, closing his eyes tightly as his body trembled in fear,
�Please wake up!�
�Ah, but you are neither asleep nor
awake my beautiful one,� Molag Bal grinned, �You are in that place between life
and death, and it is here that you shall stay.� For now you are safe in
Oblivion.� Welcome to my realm.� Welcome to Coldharbor.�
�I�m not dead!� Soryn protested,
shaking violently, �I am not!�
�No, my beautiful apprentice, you
are not dead.� I only desired to meet the one who would be my champion,� the
daedra grinned.
�I do not belong to you and I shall
do nothing of the sort!� I�m not who you think I am!� Soryn cried.
�Ah, but you are.� Now don�t you
wish to take revenge on your murderer?� the daedra grinned, �I can help you.�
�Eldafire?!� he asked
incredulously, �Murder?� But why?� Why would she do this to me?!� I�m NOT
dead!�
�You shall understand in time.� She
has learned a lesson which you simply have not discovered yet: trust no one but
yourself.� Everyone is expendable.� Even you, my dear Soryn,� the daedra
grinned.
�But why?!� What would she have to
gain by killing me?!� Soryn protested, �She claimed she loved me!�
�Ah, but the irony is that she
tried not to.� Yet she failed at another important lesson in daedra worship:
never bargain with a daedra lord.� We always get what we desire, and with us,
it is always all or nothing,� Molag Bal laughed.� Soryn cried out, his heart
racing as he struggled with the Daedric prince before him.� Still he could not
free himself, and the scaly skin around his bare flesh deeply disturbed him.�
He felt vulnerable.� The way the creature was touching him, holding him�
�Do you see this?� All of this will
come about in time.� And you are going to help me to do it,� the daedra
grinned.
�Please� please don�t make me� let
me go home� please!� Soryn begged, frozen tears streaking down his cheeks.� The
daedra laughed again, bringing Soryn closer as his long tongue licked the tears
from his skin and his hands slid down his body.
�You WILL kill her, you know,� the
daedra whispered seductively, �I have seen it in your future.� And you will
bring ruin and despair to this land.� It will be breathtakingly beautiful to
watch.� Nearly as beautiful as you are yourself.�
�Please!� Please just let me go
home.� I want no part of this.� I want my family, and I want my life back!� he
cried, trembling as the daedric prince ran his hands seductively down his
spine.
�You want to go home, do you?� the
daedra smiled, �But I told you Soryn� you ARE home.�
�NO!� This is NOT my home, and that
broken burning pile of vines is not my pod, and those� those corpses hanging
over the muck are NOT my parents!� Soryn cried, shaking his head and pushing
back against the daedric prince and trying to pry his scaly fingers away from
his flesh.
�It doesn�t matter whether you
consent or not, my dear Soryn.� For I am the Prince of Rape,� the daedra
grinned.� Soryn�s eyes widened in terror and he gasped, his struggling
intensified.� His heart was pounding in his chest.� He threw himself against the
daedra, trying to escape from his powerful grasp.
�You are beautiful when you
struggle,� the daedra whispered seductively.
�Please� please don�t do this to
me!� Soryn cried desperately.
�You are even more beautiful when
you beg,� the daedra continued.
�Please� what do you want from
me?!� Please, for the love of� this place, or whatever it is you hold dear�
please let me go!� Soryn cried.� The daedra chuckled softly, running his scaly
hands through Soryn�s soft black hair.
�You have a choice, my dear Soryn.�
It is not one I often give.� You may stay here with me, or you may return to
your world and fulfill my every desire.� I have seen it all, as I have seen
you.� You are perfect, in every way.� Destruction runs in your blood � it flows
through your veins like water through a stream.� But you are beautiful, and you
are mine, and so I may yet enjoy your company here if you should choose to stay
a while longer��
�Let me go!� I won�t be an
instrument of destruction!� Soryn protested, �I want nothing from anyone but to
be left alone to my studies!�� The daedra laughed.
�Ah, but you already are!� he
grinned, �They will never leave you alone to your studies or anything else.�
For you are different, and people cannot stand those who are different.� You
shall see.� You need no help from me.� In fact�� the daedra leaned closer,
taking Soryn�s lips tenderly in his mouth even as he struggled in vain to
resist, �You shall not even remember me when you return.� I shall be but a
forgotten dream, a hidden nightmare amongst the shadows of your mind.� But I
shall remember you.�
�Then let me go!� And leave me to
my own devices, as you say!� We shall see who is right and who is wrong!� Soryn
protested.� Molag Bal laughed, releasing the young Altmer suddenly so that he
fell back into the swampy sludge.
�Oh, but I shall enjoy watching
your life unfurl!� the daedra grinned, �And I think that you and I shall get to
be� very good friends.�
�Whatever you say,� Soryn glared,
backing away quickly from the Daedric Prince.
�Ah! You cannot barter with me,
mortal.� But you are so spirited, so defiant!� So pompous� so very like an
Altmer, although I doubt you know it yet.� Yes, my dear Soryn� this shall be
fun,� he grinned.� He raised his hand, and a vortex appeared behind him, swirling
mists encircling a strange golden portal.� He stood to watch it, pulling
himself up along the broken burning vines.� He had seen another of these�
somewhere�� He blinked, trying to clear his vision as well as his mind.
�Go home, Soryn.� Go home to your
beloved family.� Go home to your beloved school, and your beloved cursed
Eldafire, the very same girl who brought us together.� Enjoy the gift you have
been given: your life� for whatever it�s worth,� the daedra laughed mockingly.�
Soryn could feel himself being pulled forward towards the spiriling vortex.� As
he neared the portal, the numbness he had experienced earlier began to wear off
with every step he took.� Icy pain shot through his body and he cried out
helplessly, afraid to take another step as the pain intensified.� Yet he knew
that if he did not then he would never get home� and so on he persisted.� His
breath quickened as his body froze and burned all at once, but still he pressed
on, crying out as he quickened the pace.� He was nearly there, and soon it
would all be over.� Or so he hoped.� As he stepped through the portal he
glanced once more up at the fiery sky overhead.� He glanced down and cried out
in horror.� To his surprise he was not moving, not teleporting.� His body had
erupted into flames, charring his flesh and choking his lungs as he was rapidly
consumed by the fires of the vortex.� Pain� burning� helplessness as his golden
flesh was seared black as coal.� His vision went dark, and he collapsed into
the sludge below, another blackened body in a sea of corpses.� But perhaps it
was all just a dream: a forgotten nightmare amongst a sea of nightmares.� He
suddenly felt as though had been asleep.� But perhaps� perhaps they were all
asleep� waiting� dreaming�
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