Author's note: This is my first fanfic. Criticize to your heart's content.
Mehrunes Dagon stood facing the glowing red gate. Around him, daedra of all shapes and sizes poured through. For years now, he had been waiting for this moment. Once again he would walk Tamriel, destroying all that opposed him. His followers had been helpful tools in assuring his victory. They had informed him of the Emperor's last living son, this Martin. They had also told him about Martin's little helper, who had stood against them with unrelenting determination. Mankar Camoran, being the fool he was, underestimated this mortal, and was soon slain. Not that it mattered now. The final hour was at hand, and Dagon could taste victory. Taking one last look around his home plane, he stepped through the gate.
The first thing he felt was the stone beneath his feet being crushed by his great weight. When finally he could see his surroundings, a scene of utter chaos met him. The mortal guards were scattered, and became easy pray for the hoards of daedra that flooded the city. To his right a stone dome stood that seemed to silently curse his name. He had heard of it, and he knew that it was the objective of the mortals to get Martin to it. It was called the Temple of the One. On that note, he began to search for Martin and his "champion." Dagon easily spotted a small group of mortals headed towards the entrance of the temple. Taking two long strides, he was upon them. Several froze in fear, but Martin and one other dashed off before he could smite them. Purely out of annoyance, he kicked one of the petrified mortals over the city wall. Quickly turning, he stalked to the side of the dome.
As the dome gave way to his wrath, the two mortals inside recoiled from the falling debris. The one beside Martin drew his sword defiantly, but it was not the Hero of Kavatch that Dagon's attention was focused on; it was Martin. The Emperor glared at Dagon and grimaced. There was a fire in his eyes that made even Dagon stop in his tracks, if for just a moment. Martin placed his hand over the Amulet of Kings. Surely he knows that the Dragonfires will not save him now? Dagon elatedly thought. Suddenly, Martin disappeared in a flash of white light. A moment later something appeared in front of him. Glancing up, he stopped and shuddered. Akatosh! The divine's avatar was standing in front of him! Fear and Rage raced through his mind. Before he could react, the dragon struck with a terrible might. Dagon was stunned and bewildered for a moment, but soon pulled himself together. He struck back, just as fiercely, if not a bit more. Back and forth they fought, trapped in a seemingly endless stalemate, until both were exhausted. Dagon let his guard down for a split second, and the dragon struck faster than a snake. Pain surged through Dagon's entire body, and then as quick as it had come, there was nothing.