Tarwatskani
Livion and co. walked through Anor Londo, looking for Zenus. Surly enough he was where they last saw him. He was different however. Apon approach, he seemed really distraught.
Livion ran up to him to see what was wrong with him, "What's wrong, Zenus?"
Zenus turned toward her, "I realized something, earlier. I've been here for so long I can't even remember what life was like back in Elsweyr."
"H-how long? Do you remember?" Solaire asked.
"Could have been decades! I just want my sunset, so I can have peace!" Zenus wailed.
Solaire laughed, "Sun don't set here boy! You're in the wrong place!"
"You don't understand!" Zenus yelled, grabbing his katana as he got up.
He raised his katana to strike, but Areon was faster. As the katana swung down, Areon parried, swiping Zenus's sword to the side, and stabed him in the stomach.
Areon kicked Zenus off of his sword heartlessly. Zenus thumped on the ground coughing, sputtering blood.
Zenus barely spat out his words, "You… You so understand. The sun, its," He coughed between his breathes, "It's setting… Finally… G-Goodnight, Livion."
Livion fell to her knees, "Zenus!" She shook his shoulders.
"Don't bother, he's happy now." Solaire patted her shoulder.
Livion looked up, "I only knew him for a couple of moments but, I felt so attached to him. I guess it was because he reminded me of Dar'tsung… My little boy…"
Areon turned around, "C'mon, let's go. The Kiln of the First Flame awaits us."
Livion got up, "That's it!? You just kill and go!?"
Areon scowled at her through his helmet, "You'll be next if you don't put a move on."
"He's right, it's time we met Lord Gwyn. The fate of the Chosen Undead is coming to an end. Someone must choose, the gods, or humanity," Solaire said, quietly.
Hours passed before they reached the Kiln of the First Flame. Areon offered the Lord Souls, and Great Stone Gates opened, showing them there new path.
The black knights were no issue for the squad, as the trekked along. The ash-burned path gave Livion the creeps. She was almost afraid of what was to come, which was strange. The emotion 'fear' was alien to her. She simply built wall between her and fear, because that's obviously the best way to handle things when you don't like something…
They passed the great fog wall, leading to Gwyn. Instantly, they were met by the might of the burning god. The three of them could barely stand up to his unrelenting force. His flaming great sword was unavoidable, as he swung it, usually hitting all of them in one swoop.
Gwyn had bested Livion and Solaire, whom he had almost taken out, before Areon jumped in front of them, shield drawn. As Gwyn's sword flung down, Areon swiped it aside, with finesse. And through Gwyn's heart Areon plunged his claymore. After kicking Gwyn of his sword, he put his shield up, duel handing his sword.
Gwyn tried to get up, but was met with overwhelming force from Areon's claymore, finishing him off.
Livion and Solaire got up. Livion started to walk over to the bonfire, but Areon stopped her.
Areon scowled at her, "What are you doing, I intend on leading the age of darkness."
"What!" Livion yelled.
Solaire drew his sword, and charged Areon, "I can't let you do that, Areon! The sun must prevail!"
Areon kicked Livion back, and with one twist of his body, decapitated the sun warrior.
Livion stared, stunned,"Y-You monster! I trusted you! You betrayed me!"
"You were a tool from the start, Livion! You idiot, if we relight the flame, history will be doomed to repeat itself!" Areon yelled.
"You- You're no better than a hollow, you're insane!" Livion said standing up, "You used me!"
Areon readied himself, "I thought that maybe, you could rule with me, as me queen, but I was sorely mistaken."
Livion picked up Tarwatskani, "I can't let you walk away!"
"Then you'll die, Along with that sorry fool!"
The prowess a god could not even stand up to Areon's might. Something was strange about Areon.
He loved to fight, he lived for it, it seemed. Every cut she drew on him made him strive harder.
She fought to sheer exhaustion, falling to her knees. Standing over her, Areon laughed. One final swing ended the fight, leaving Areon victorias.
Tamriel
"Is that really what happened?" Agzio asked, staring intently at his father, as his fluffy khajiit tail brushed the floor.
"No telling, after all, the time in Lordran is distorted, so any number of things could have happened." Dar'tsung smiled, as he finished telling his four children their bedtime story.