The figures of Akatosh, Dibella, Mara and the rest of the 9 Divines stepped through the golden doorway.
"What in oblivion is this nonsense?" Akatosh demanded.
"Ah, Akatosh, Arkay, Julianos…. We haven't seen you in quite some time." Molag Bal said with a smirk.
"Dibella, looking lovely as always." Sanguine purred. The table expanded and chairs materialized as the deities took their seats at the table.
"You too, Sanguine. You don't look a day over 5000." She brushed her luxurious golden hair. Mara looked down at Xerxes.
"Is it really necessary to have the hero of Nirn to be this small?" She flicked her hand and Xerxes suddenly felt himself growing. Soon he was sitting at the head of the table, in his proper scale.
"Thank you," he smiled at her.
"Of course, dear." She looked at the Daedric Princes, "You know why we're here."
"Sorry, but Molag-Bal has claimed his soul." He crossed his arms. Namira snorted.
"Whatever." She mumbled, "He's mine."
"Stop this." Julianos grumbled, "You act like spoiled children, fighting over a toy or something. We've come to sort out a solution for the afterlife of the Dragonborn. Right Arkay?"
"Right." Arkay pulled out some scrolls from under his robe. "I've come up with some options to right this ordeal. Option one:…" he squinted at the scroll, "Feed his soul to the void, no one gets him." Everyone in the room grimaced.
"No, what a waste of raw power." Mephala said.
"Not to mention he deserves an afterlife." Shor stated, giving Mephala a sour look.
"Ok, scrap that," the scroll suddenly combusted, burning up immediately. Arkay produced another scroll.
"Seal him away in a crypt and awaken him as needed. Kind of like that vampire girl…. What's her name?"
"Serana." Meridia said bitterly.
"No, that won't work." Zenithar shook his head.
"Ok…" Again, the scroll was gone and quickly replaced by another, "When his time of passing comes, I just don't take his soul?"
"No, no. Then he shall be damned to wander the earth as a shade." Talos shook his head."
"Then…I don't have any more ideas. I've never dealt with anything like this." Arkay shook his head in disbelief.
"He needs somewhere to rest his soul. We need a solution at this moment." Tsun declared.
"Well, how about he chooses me? To live in Sovngarde forever?" Shor grinned.
"I see where this is going…" Xerxes said to himself.
~~10 Minutes Later~~
"Mine! The hall of Valor awaits you, Dovahkiin!"
"The hunting grounds!"
"The Shivering Isles!"
Xerxes stood up and took a deep breath. He shouted something, anything, in the dragon language. The thundering sound made the room silent.
"Now that you all can now listen to me… I have an idea."
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