I, Eternity
The Awakening
His eyes flitted open. He hissed and rose. A blood fiend incarnate, he was drawn and pale, bizarre tattoos around his face and neck, tracing down to his bare white chest, where it twirled into the pattern of a blade-shorn heart. He wanted blood. He glanced at the weaker creature sleeping nearby. Much younger. No blood in her. She would be thirsty when she awoke. He looked through the total darkness of their lair for threats. Nothing. His hypersensitive vampire eyes could see, plain as day, the filthy stone walls, the ratty carpet, and the brown crust of what was once the beautiful red nectar.
He left the lair, into the dark of night. He prowled along the walls of buildings, like a malevolent insect, until he saw two men. Both impure human stock of some form or another. One had the smell of death about him, the others the smell of parchment. A hunter. A hunter of his kind. His blood would be a well-won prize. He didn't know why, but the idea of a fierce battle with a worthy foe excited him. He didn't care, either. He just knew that it did.
He tracked them both. He followed the scholar first, primarily. They went into a building. He noticed other men on the roofs. Sneaking, waiting and watching, but not seeing him. He went up and found a window. The hunter and the scholar were talking.
The stones shifted, a small piece of the wall came tumbling down. He fell. Two stories to the cobblestones head-first.
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Noise. Smoke and flame. Blood-soaked blades.
A woman, fierce, small, indomitable. She had a spear. She loved him. He loved her.
Elves. Elves!
Father of my enemy, I RENOUNCE YOU!
Cannot be stopped.
My friend, reconsider! He is too powerful for us to change! Leave him as he is with his filthy offspring.
A monster in a ship's husk. The sword of the Snake-men enchanted by it's blood.
A beautiful young woman. A beautiful young woman who held the death of thousands in her soul in the future. They were in love. Their passion nearly destroyed the world as they knew it.
Years passing. More death. Snow. A village. Raiders. Elves. One had honor. He tricked him to death….
A librarian. Ancient secrets of his clan. A son-killer.
Travel. A young Khajiit. He always liked Khajiits. Fatherless who needed a father. He wanted to be the father.
His son nearly dying. To save with a curse or to let him die?
The woman with the spear. He loved her. She hated him. She was of his kind by his hand…
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He snapped up the instant he had hit the ground, but what was done was done. So our story begins, with the Enemy of Gods, the Friend of Legends, the Lover of a Myth, awakened.