DISCLAIMER: I do not own Skyrim nor the Mods included in the story, Dragonfable, The Legend of Zelda, The Lord of The Rings/Silmarillion, The Inheritence Cycle, DnD/Forgotten Realms, Familiar of Zero, Fairy Tail, The Last Apprentice, and all others.

Some Notes:

UNDEATH (Immersive Lichdom included) AND PERKUS MAXIMUS ARE INCLUDED IN THIS STORY. (I don't own those two either.) Oh, and uh spoilers too as well, like, LOTS of spoilers.

(The Dragonborn is a Breton Lich by the way, so yes, he performs necromantic rituals and serves Mannimarco on occasion)

Sentence Keys:

"Howdy!" - Normal Speaking.

"YOU DARE!?" - Shouting.

"Who might you be?" - Indicates raspy or hoarse voices. A bit like Caitiff. Also indicates mental/telepathic talking.

"Kneel." - A Deep and Intimidating Voice. Thur's voice when he is a lich. A Lot like the likes of Sauron and Morgoth. Also the user's voice when they use the Thu'um or related magics.

'Troubling...' - Mental thought, words not said aloud; a character's inner thoughts.

,,XOTOL-#$GLI!T0H-ANomOly!?" - Usually the voice of an Eldritch Abomination like Demogorgon, Asmodeus, Cthulhu, Yog-Sothoth, and Azathoth.

Now, please keep in mind that with all of these crossovers, there's bound to be mistakes in power scaling. And a whole lot of writing and editing to do. So, don't think this would be like a weekly update sort of thing. I'll try to update whenever possible... But enough delaying! Let's begin the Show!

After the Dragonborn had killed Alduin, Lord Harkon, and Miraak, no one seemed to see him ever again. There are rumors however, that he has taken refuge inside an anicent tower somewhere in the woods southwest of Windhelm... But such rumors have long died out over 300 years ago...

Prologue to Darkness

Dovahkiins, or rather, Dragonborns. They're incredibly hard to kill off or trick, but lure one into your service, like I did with Miraak, and you've got yourself very far onto the path of either betryal or dimensional domination. It really depends on the personality of Dovahkiin you're trying to recruit. They can be a very Daedric Princes and Divines damned nuisance to get rid of. Like ThurSeFaalNil, that one was a complete jackass... Going into my damned library and stealing my forbiddion books and secrets...

-Hermaeus Mora, an Omnipotent Referance to Yog-Sothoth.

- In Ravenscorn Spire's Throne Room-

Thur sighed as he sat in his throne, accompanied by his Skeleton Overlord and Serana. "What to do..." Thur contemplated as he tried to no avail to overcome the immeasurable waves of boredom he felt. Not one good idea seemed to be nearly as good as it seemed to be anymore.

"How should I know? You're the leader aren't you?" Serana taunted lightheartedly, the Overlord simply stood there and awaited orders... or maybe he was trying to sleep through his master's complaints.

"Well... I don't know. This... pathetic land has given me all it could give, I cannot see any new or interesting things to investigate. And exploring Apocrypha is too risky now; I think Hermaeus Mora is now pissed off at me when I took the secrets of lichdom from his realm." Thur mused. "Does anyone have an idea on what exactly I should do? There's nothing left in Tamriel."

Thur continue listing and dithered around, nothing really interesting him anymore. And as such, he continued complaining, until his somewhat silent construct, uncreatively named Skeletal Overlord, had enough of his master's whining.

"Then simply leave this world and find another to adventure and explore in!" The Overlord Construct suddenly rasped, much to his master's surprise, "Why is it that you know the secrets to corrupt and destroy everything whenever you want, but cannot see a simple solution to boredom!"

"As... rude as your suggestion is Overlord, I can see the reasoning behind it, but I already tried it, and discovered that it's impossible to breach the shield surrounding our world." Thur curtly answered.

"Perhaps you forget the Elder Scrolls are above Akatosh's authority?" Serana teased.

"Perhaps, perhaps not, who knows? I certainly don't. No one ever could understand those strange things." Thur muttered.

"And you said you knew everything." The Overlord mocked.

"Silence! *Sigh* Why is it that my only 'loyal' and powerful servants still mock and have absolutely no respect for me?" Thur groaned.

"Because Skeleton Overlords have more free will and much more intelligence than some pathetic construct, and Serana seems to be more of a friend rather than a servant. Maybe the only reason you don't have true loyalty is because you can't tell what it truly is!" The Overlord cracked.

Thur ignored the insult, "Whatever, back to the point- Serana, do you really believe that the Elder Scrolls can breach the boundries that surround Tamriel?"

"Maybe, it is just a guess. It could work I guess, I mean, Alduin was orginally defeated when the first nordic heroes cast him through time using an Elder Scroll right?"

"Yes he was... I'll consult a certain elf god on the matter. And perhaps he can be the remedy to this issue as well. Elder Scrolls are too... Inexplicable and chaotic for my liking." Thur decided.

-Outside of Ravenscorn Spire; Necromancer's Moon-

"Hey Mannimarco! Mind helping me on something I've been doing?" Thur respectfully requested at the Necromantic Alter.

"You don't honestly think he'll bother talking to you right?" Serana sighed in exasperation.

"Sure I am. I gave his Staff of Worms back after all, why wouldn't he?"

"Because there is absolutely no such thing as loyalty or honor among necromancers and gods. Besides, you're always stingy with your souls, he might assume your trying to get another one-sided deal with him again."

"Sometimes even Gods have honor." A disembodied voice bellowed.

"Told you he could do something." Thur smirked. "Mannimarco! I offer you 3 black souls for some advice!"

"Three Black Souls?... How unlike you." Mannimarco probed and sensed that Thur did in fact, have three Black Souls. "Well, what is it that you need so badly for three Black Souls?" The disembodied voice of Mannimarco questioned, unsure why Thur was being so generous for once.

"You see, I have a certain problem, it's that I've lived for so long now, that everything in Tamriel is (mostly) known to me. So I want a little advice on how to get out and explore worlds other than Oblivion if they truly exist." Thur explained.

"I see." Mannimarco contemplated for a moment. Thur had a tendency to corrupt and drag nearly everything to Darkness, and as such, to his service. But sending someone like Thur out on openly hostile takeovers... It was more than likely that the Divines and Daedric Princes would focus their full attention on him if he started sending Thur out nearby to corrupt beings into his service and crush him, but what if he sent them further than those fools thought he was capable of?... Yes. That could... no, would work, he could send quietly Thur to the farthest reaches of the Multiverse and hope he would slowly gain dominion over the life there... And by using his godly intelligence, he soon found a safe way to do exactly what Thur wanted... "My advice is rather simple really, just go into your lich form, sleep inside a coffin, and I will do the rest in exchange for three black souls... and if you spread my influence across the worlds in secret. " Mannimarco answered. Soon enough the light shining on the alter faded.

"Um... that doesn't sound reassuring." Serana cut in, but Mannimarco didn't answer.

"Well, what are we waiting for! Come on!" Thur excitedly chattered as his body exploded into a mist of purple flame, exposing his form as a Draugr (Dragon priest) wearing black robes and an anicent nordic armor chestplate, Thur then levitated quickly into Ravenscorn Spire.

"Wait up!" The Overlord and Serana yelled as they pursed him.

"Alright then, Overlord, you get the dark blue sarcophagus, and Serana gets the black-red sarcophagus, I will be in the middle one!" Thur said as he layed down in the central coffin, "Overlord, use the jeweled idols to seal us in a barrier." Thur immediately ordered as he closed his eyes and drifted into slumber, the lid sealing him in as he slept.

"He really doesn't think that this will work right?" Serana thought aloud.

"Probably. It would be nice if it somehow did work though, at least there would be a chance that I'll get a chance to swing my sword again." The Overlord thought aloud as well as he set up a barrier and put the jeweled skulls into the slots. The duo then walked into their coffins and sealed themselves in.

"Excellent... They will herald my armies into the new worlds... And I will become absolute!" Mannimarco silently laughed as he began to use his godlike powers to transport Ravenscorn Spire to somewhere random.

Author's Notes:

So, this is my first fanfiction! Might seem a bit crappy. I never was really good at prologues... But, that's irrevelant. I never really saw a single truly MASSIVE fanfic as of late, and I never saw one where the Dragonborn was someone who hated his dragonblood and wanted to corrupt and learn the secrets of the Multiverse. Maybe that's just my vision of him after he was hinted to be trapped in Hermaeus Mora's Realm after killing Miraak.

And you might be wondering... "Why is this rated M?" Well, I have some pretty genuinely horrific things hinted and occasionally shown at some point when Thur can show his true colors... And make sure to write a review with some constructive criticism, I like to make my stories high quality and entertaining... as well as horrifying and dark. See you later!