All his life, Alastair had had an obsession with all things dead. Animals, humans, even Deadra. If they were, dead, he would examine it, or poke it, or even set it on fire. Sometimes he would stab the corpse to make it bleed more.

That was his second obsession. He was mesmerized by blood. It's dark red tint. How it flowed. He loved it.

He wrote all of his dark obsessions down in his journal. He could often be found writing in it, and some of his older friends figured him to be a writer when he grew up. Unfortunately, they were correct. Well, in a manner of speaking.

However, as he grew older, it became more of a guilty pleasure. He found that no one else shared his fascination. So, he hid it away, deep, deep down inside.

And his parents certainly weren't supportive. His mother was addicted to skooma, and his father did nothing but talk about how Orcs were abominations. He had lost his job to an Orc, and had never let it go. Unfortunately, this hatred slowly seeped its way into Alistair's mind as well.

Luckily, he did discover in his young age a knack for magic, in particular Conjuration. By the age of fourteen, he could summon a Skeleton Guardian. He would amaze his friends with his feats of magic.

He also began to develop a powerful leadership ability. He began to learn how to twist words around. He learned how to make others do his bidding, whether through threats, jokes, or more... persuasive means. Soon, he was the self acclaimed leader of his small group of friends.

Once he was eighteen, he joined the Mages Guild. He got pretty far into it, Warlock rank. For a long time, he was a successful member of society. But then, suddenly, he came upon his journal from his child days. It graphically depicted his fascination with the dead.

After reading this, he gained his lust for the dead once again. In complete secrecy, he became a necromancer, and began experimenting with bodies that he found or that he himself killed. Most of them were necromancers who had been killed by other mages, but some were mages who had "failed" their missions.

However, one day, he was found out. Another Guild member saw him perform one of his experiments. He confronted Alistair, even threatened to report his actions. And he would have too, except for the fact that Alistair shot a lighting bolt out his palm that landed on the face of the other mage. It killed him instantly, sending shockwaves through his entire body.

Though Alistair went through a lot of trouble to make sure the mage's body was never found, it turned up. It took no time at all for the trail of breadcrumbs to lead back to Alistair.

Luckily for Alistair, however, by the time word had gotten around of his misdeads, he had made friends and was living with a band of necromancers in a nearby cave. Once again, he used his powerful skills of leadership to tame them to his will.

Then, one night, he got all his newly ill-gotten cohorts, and together they invaded the guildhall. They killed all the mages inside, and then set the place ablaze. Then Alistair disappeared, and was smuggled into the land of Cyrodil.

He was accepted into another necromancer band, and once again lied, decieved, and threatened his way to the top. He met one strong Khajiit, named Kud' Ta, whom he took a special liking too. He appointed him as his personal assistant.

In actuality, Ta was not his assistant. He was his bodyguard. Alistair had seen how powerful he was, both in hand to hand and with destruction magic. He knew that Kud' was much more talented than he. Luckily though, Kud' did not know this.

For a while, things were quiet. Then, news came of the hero of Kvatch, who had defeated Mehrunes Dagon himself. All of his followers were in a sad, pathetic state. But where they saw misfortune, Alistair saw opportunity. Great opportunity.

He knew people and how they worked better than he had ever known magic. People who lose something close to them always want something to replace that. Even, Alistair thought, if it wasn't real. So he formulated a plan. It was something he knew would either give him more power than he had ever had, or bring him to less than dirt.

He knew it was worth it.

So, he began to silently spread word about a god know as Temulus. Temulus was a powerful god, and brother to Mehrunes. He was fake, of course. But Alistair didn't tell the people that.

Word began to spread, and Alistair kept it spreading throughout all of the towns and cities he came across. He set up a meeting for followers to come to, deep down in the sewers. There, he would further spread his lies. Soon, if all went well, he would have a following. And though they thought they were following a god, they were truly following him.

The only people who knew of the scheme were he, Kud' Ta, and a few select necromancers who he elected to help him in his endeavor. Kud was to be Alistair's right hand man, and take control of the cult if something were to happen to Alistair, though he knew nothing would. This was just too great. He would have power beyond anyone's expectations.

Alistair was often found laughing to himself. His cult was about to form.