CHIM
His eyes rolled back with malice that engulfed every essence of his being. Dark, ash grey skin burned with the rebirth of his very soul. He felt absent from the world, as if his mind had fleetingly left his body, and he was now without use. Powerless in the wake of the cosmos. Of Mundus.
The Universe was a sandbox. A dream. He looked to his left and saw Padomay—chaos and change—and it's soul Sithis. At the right, Anu and Anui-El, stasis and order. He heard their cries, their essence and life force speak to him. Vulen. No last name was uttered, for he had none. His existence was arbitrary in this wake of existence, the Aurbis.
The Godhead stood before him. Sleeping. In a deep slumber that kept the fabric of the world together. He felt his power. He knew, as he stared into the vey depths of the void before him, saw the reality of reality, that this was not his domain, nor any others. The dream of the Godhead that he had endured all his life had been revealed to him now. His mind cluttered with the images of his past, of his friends and loved ones, of Morrowind and the Temple. Of Skyrim. It all came to him. He let out a scream, but no one heard it.
The dream swallowed him. His lungs crushed; his body was bent and broken beyond repair. Stasis and change combined together in his spirit, and sucked the life out of his seams. He roared in agony, and in denial. The reality of this world, of the dream he had inhabited in Tamriel had begun to consume him. It had declared itself the victor, while he was left too weak to argue. His mind urged him to say something, to make some sort of reprieve. Wake the Godhead. Wake him. End this! Nothing in the lessons of Vehk had prepared him, nothing could have helped him at this moment, other than himself.
I think. He realized. I think. I AM. He declared to himself. But this declaration rang throughout all of the Cosmos. All of Aurbis, Autherius, Mundus, Nirn, Tamriel, all of the great Dream heard his statement. His body sprang back forth, full force. He looked to the Godhead, the sleeping deity, and spat. I AM. I AM VULEN OF SKYRIM. VEHK REBORN. MY WILL IS THAT OF AN IMPERISHABLE FLAME. A BURNING BEACON THAT SHALL LEAD THE UNIVERSE.
Anu and Padomay shook like the eruption of the Red Mountain. The Time-God, dragon of the past and present, flew forth, his tail burning. The Daedra trembled. Azura looked at him, sheer anger in her eyes. And to the mistress of the Dunmer, Vulen looked back. "The lessons have brought me here." He told her, and waved her away like a dog. He looked back to his home, to Tamriel.
Lorkhan's heart beat with ferocity that pounded in his ears. The dead spirit of the god spoke to him, gone but ever present "This heart is the heart of the world, for one was made to satisfy the other. With it stands the mortal plane. With it, and all others, the dream goes on."
In his arrogance, Vulen cocked his eyebrow, and ignored the words of the world's architect. He was among them now, among divinity. He could see them all. Talos Stormcrown, with his voice of thunder, watched with shock in his eyes. Stendarr of Mercy nearly cowered. Magnus, of whom much of Nirn hinged on, looked with anger. Vulen had joined them, though by no heroic acts as such of Talos or Ebonarm.
He proclaimed to them, with no words, but with his own thought. I AM HE. THE FIRE OF CHANGE ILLUMINATES THE WORLD. YOU ARE NOTHING. WELCOME TO THE HOUSE OF WE. THE TOWER SHALL FALL WITH MY COMING, AND WITH IT I SHALL WAKE THE SLEEPERS. I AM. I AM. I AM VULEN. I AM VEHK REBORN, OF THE LINE OF VIVEC OF WHOM I AM MOST LIKE, AND TAMIEL SHALL BE MY IMPENETRABLE FORTRESS. FEAR ME.