Vile stood there between everyone, steaming with anger. Umbra and Barbas seemed to have darted behind the stump chair while Meridia hid behind Malacath. All of them had their hands over their ears and looked at Vile with slight fright. The rumbling of his real stopped briefly as clouds above started to block out that bright blue sky that once blanketed his realm. Vile was angry beyond belief. He couldn't believe that once more, his sphere was used on him and that he was tricked again. He had to get back and he had to do it fast before his anger gets vented to the wrong daedra in the area.

Vile screamed out once more, "HERMAEOUS MORA! COME OVER HERE NOW, DAMN IT!"

Vile was panting a bit from his screaming but looked ahead of him as the familiar dark greenish mass started to form with a small amount of tentacle wiggling out. One of them was holding an opened black book as another tentacle seemed like it was pressed against a page, seemingly reading. Just as that big familiar eye opened up, Vile lashed his claws forward and sliced into that eye. He struck with such a force that before Mora could react to Vile screams, he was flung to the nearby ground with a thud. During that time, Mora shifted his form midair to his more mortal-like appearance as his book was flung with him. Mora almost looked like a sleek, dark green blanket laying on ground with how thick and long his robe was. He slowly lifted his body up from the ground with his shaky arms, seemingly stunned, but was forced back down by the force of Vile's foot.

Vile started stomping his foot down onto Mora's back as he yelled out, "DAMN YOU TO THE VOID, MORA! WHY DID YOU DO IT!?"

Mora tried to speak but the force of Vile's barrage prevented him from doing so. None of the others behind him tried to stop Vile from his outburst and remain in shock behind him. Vile was so mad that he wasn't getting an answer from Mora that he started getting angrier and slamming his foot down harder but it was stopped halfway. It connected with a tentacle that rapidly wrapped up his leg and around his body, snaking under Vile's arms till it covered his mouth. Vile had no time to react to his sudden entanglement till he was lifted into the air. He thrashed slightly against it but to no avail. Vile looked down to see that a bunch of tentacles had burst from a black mass on Mora's back. Slowly, Mora hoisted himself back up onto his feet and brushed off the dirt on his robe then picked up his book, holding it to his side. He sighed and adjust his clothing to properly realine it. Strangely, he let his hood fall from his head and reveal what he was "hiding" under it. Mora never usually let others see his face, not even Vile when masqueraded as an imp child.

Mora kept his head down as he spoke, "That was quite a… violent tantrum. Now, you're gonna be kept that way until you've… calmed down."

Vile struggled against the tentacles a bit but eventually stopped, giving Mora a glare as the prince of knowledge slowly turned his head. His gleaming olive eyes stayed the same as the eyes from before. His face had a strange "cuter" complexion then what Vile imagined Mora to look like under that hood. He never saw it, or what he could remember, before but right now Vile didn't care about it. Besides his adorable face, he had two of his tendrils at the corners of his forehead. Mora sighed and shook his head, flinging his thin white hair around. He placed his hands on his hips as he looked at Vile, waiting patiently for what he asked.

Mora narrowed his eyes at Vile when he didn't say a word. Mora tentacles perked up and curled at something, turning his head to the others. Vile ceased his glare and blinked in confusion before turning his head towards the others as well. Meridia was semi-hiding still behind Malacath, bent over and shaking as she tried to conceal her laughter. Malacath had a hand over his mouth to seemingly stop his laughing, but you could see his wide grin and the bounce of his shoulders gave it away as he lost his cool. As Malacath bursted out laughing, Barbas peeked his head out from the side of his stump chair looking amused by this. Mora's cheeks went a little red at everyone's reaction to his face.

Umbra fell from the side, keeled over and hysterically laughing out, "Haha! He has the face… of a mortal baby!"

After that remark, the rest started joining in on the hysterical laughter. Mora's face turned a darker red as everyone laughed out and even Vile started to chuckle a little bit. Mora narrowed his eyes and dropped Vile suddenly.

"Oof! Hey! I still didn't get my answer!" Vile whined out for suddenly meeting the ground.

Mora ignored him and started marching towards the others, waving his book and yelling out, "You're gonna keep laughing, huh?! Oh, I will give you all something to laugh about…! Especially you Malacath…! You were supposed to be on our side of the plan even if it went wrong...!"

Malacath cleared his throat after a few chuckles and said, "Your side? I just gave you two a curse to use on him!"

"Malacath… hush now…! And quiet it with your laughing already!" Mora growled as threatened with his book.

Vile looked up at Mora with an eyebrow raised as he grumbled out, "A curse huh? What was this curse? What more did you possibly do to screw me over, oh dear brother?!"

"Malacath… don't you dare tell him…!" Mora threatened more.

"Tell me Malacath and I'll remove you from my scroll! No strings attached! Deal?" Vile bribed as he gazed was still fixed on Mora.

Malacath calmed his chuckles for a moment as he said, "Alright Vile, heh… we have a deal. They told me to make a curse to use on you that makes the other princes extremely attracted to you in a sexual manner."

"Really now… So that was also you..! By Anu, I should curse you…!" Vile snarled as he gritted his teeth so he'd not yell out again, narrowing his eyes at Mora.

Mora glanced slightly at Vile before muttering, "...Not me, we...little brat…"

"What was that?!" Vile shot up right next to Mora, pressing himself against Mora and clenching his fists.

Mora tried to ignore Vile's threat posture pressing against him and looked at Malacath, who was still laughing, as Mora groaned out, "Malacath! Why did you accept?! You agreed to keep it a secret! And for Anu's sake, I said stop laughing!"

"What?! I wanted off that scroll! And… how can stop when those chubby cheeks pout like this little one when he was an imp kid! Haha! It's just amusing how you have such a baby face!"

Malacath laugh got louder as he suddenly fell on the floor, clutching his stomach. Barbas muffled a slight chuckle, but Umbra joined Malacath in the action. He was cracking up on the floor as well. Meridia was slowly getting there as she never stopped laughing at Mora. This just made Mora angrier.

"Why you little brats…!" Mora snarled out as he pushed away Vile, marching forward and snatched up Malacath with his tentacles.

Malacath's chuckling abruptly stopped with being suddenly grabbed and gagged by Mora. Mora was fuming with anger as he narrowed his eyes at Malacath but snapped them to Meridia, Barbas and Umbra who still were laughing. Mora quickly seized the next closest one, Barbas. He laughing was cut off as he yelped from being yanked up by his chest with great force. By then Umbra and Meridia realized what was happening, taking off in the opposite direction as an enraged Mora starting swinging his black book at them as he tried taking them as well in his tangled mass of tentacles from his back.

"Come back here you two!" Mora screeched out as he started chasing them, swinging his book.

"W-Wait! Leave me with my master, Hermaeus Mora! We can't leave him alone…! Not again…!" Barbas whined out as Mora ran farther and farther away from Vile.

"Hey! Wait! You still have much to answer for, Mora…! MORA!" Vile shouted out to them before crossing his arms and pouting as he knew bad things usually happen when he is alone, mumbling out with a sigh, "Damn it… Why did he have to have such a cute face… it ruined my plan to get Mora to spill his plan! Wait…"

Vile put a hand over a part of his toga that met his shoulder, feeling the lump that was the scroll underneath and sighing in relief. Mora didn't take it, but that also made Vile suspicious of why. Vile tap his chin slightly, as he looked down at his own shadow. Vile thought that if Mora's plan really didn't go as plan, why didn't he try to get the scroll in his toga? He certainly would've known that it was there considering his sphere. Vile stopped tapping his chin as he had the sudden idea that maybe this was part of Mora's plot against him. He then started to think over what he now knew and what he should do. What he couldn't confirm was if it was Mora who messed with his memories, but he did know that it was Mora that was the cause of why the other princes suddenly knew about his virginity and was also the cause of the other princes attraction though he seemed to have some help from Malacath. Vile shook his head, thinking that Malacath probably didn't have much to do with this plan due to the conversation the Oathkeeper had with Mora. The more Vile thought about that conversation, something struck him as odd. Mora kept stating 'we' and Malacath kept saying 'you two' when they were talking. Mora had planned this with someone else but who, Vile thought.

"Ughh… why did my so-called big brother need to do this me?" Vile muttered as placed his head in his hand, feeling his headache returning and he muttered again, "And… who did he plan this with then?"

None of this was making since to Vile as he never did anything bad to Mora, as far as he could remember. Even if he did something in his imp-child form, Mora wouldn't of gotten this angry that he would cause such strife with an elaborate plan. As Vile kept thinking about it, a sudden chill crept up his spine. An old familiar feeling came back, as well as another question. He felt someone was watching him again, similar to the feeling he had before Malacath and Meridia came. Vile shivered and lifted his head, stretching his shoulders but froze at the sight of his shadow. It didn't look like him at all. It was larger than normal and more bulky with what seemed like armor as the outline jagged with thin, long barbs. Looking more close, Vile gasped slightly as he saw that his shadow was holding a large spiked sword. Vile gripped his own hands as this sudden change in shadow accompanied by the chilling feeling still of someone watching him just made Vile uneasy suddenly. He backed up slightly but paused when heard and felt something snort air on him then he realized the shadow was not coming from him at all, but something behind him.

Vile gradually turned around, looking up as he whispered to himself, "Now don't panic, Vile… don't panic… don't panic…"

Vile squinted his eyes as the light from his realm made the outline of the figure shine brightly. Vile couldn't make out a most of the figure as it seemed to be wearing a large torn up cape. The figure started walking forward stiffly as if were a dwarven centurion as it's shiny, iridescent armor gleamed at Vile. He stumbled backwards until he fell down, holding a hand up to shield his eyes from the gleam. Vile thought he needed to stop the light in his realm from being so damn bright as it reflecting off the figure.

As his eyes adjusted, he realized he knew who this was as he said, "J-Jyggalag? Is that… you?"

This was indeed Jyggalag as he slowly but perfectly leaned down towards Vile's face saying, "Indeed, Prince of Bargains."

Vile shuffled back as Jyggalag's face was way too close. He couldn't remember Jyggalag having this kind of armor as it seemed spikier then what he had previously before being cursed. Especially with his helmet since it covered his eyes, or it looked like it did to Vile, and had a large horn-like spike protruding from the bridge of the nose. The lower half of his silver-skinned face was the only fleshy thing showing from under all that armor. Vile didn't like this new armor as it made it seem like he came here to raid him, but that just brought up a question.

"So why are you here Jyggalag? What do you want?" Vile asked as he backed up, trying to get some room between them but ended up just hitting the side of his stump chair.

Jyggalag stayed silent and still for a bit before responding with, "Hmmm... Calculating response…Calculating... Do you still not get it yet, Clavicus Vile?"

Vile blinked his eyes in slight confusion for a bit but just remembered what he was just thinking previously, mumbling, "You're the other…"

"Yes! I was the one who came up with the plan in first place, Clavicus Vile!" Jyggalag growled out impatiently as he got super close, holding up his sword and continuing, "But then you had to go and ruin it with your curse! Then that blasted scroll ruined things even further for my partner…!"

"If you were the true mastermind, then why? What do you want from me?!" Vile yelled out.

"Your power…"

"Wha-what?!" Vile yelled out, shocked and starting to feel uneasy as Jyggalag's sword was slowly coming dangerously close.

"I want your power, little prince! Ether we'll make a deal for it or I'll take it from you!" Jyggalag growled his threat as his free hand clenched onto the stump chair's bark.

With that, Vile realized Jyggalag had cornered him. He was trapped against the stump chair with Jyggalag right in front of him. No way this situation could get any worse. Vile jolted when he felt Jyggalag's hand come from the bark to his side, trailing from it to where the part where his toga wrapped up his shoulder. To where he kept the scroll.

"Now what do you say? Shall we make a deal, little prince?" Jyggalag offered as a slight smirk creased those dark grey lips.

Vile gulped a bit but mustered enough courage to spit out, "N-no! No! You won't take my power from me! Why would you want it anyway?! It's not even your sphere!"

"Because! You're the only one who could grant it to me using your sphere! Besides, you're the weakest target when alone and whatever power you have can help bring me back to full strength with a single wish~! Now we WILL deal, whether you like it or not, little prince!" Jyggalag snarled out with his head held high.

"You better let go of me or I'll sign tha-" Vile started.

"That scroll? Oh, but that won't work little prince~! Don't you remember what you did? You didn't even include me on there… so it has no effect on me! Now… let's DEAL!" Jyggalag practically was holding back from yelling as he went to grip that part of Vile's toga.

Vile stayed silent. He couldn't admit that he wasn't frightened. Jyggalag in the past was ruthless in conquering most of Oblivion and the fact that he's seeking Vile out to restore his old self, that scared him. But this would also mean disaster for the other princes and it would put the blame on him if he made this deal with Jyggalag. He had to escape.

"I-I said no…!" Vile yelled as he slapped away Jyggalag's hand and ducking underneath it, trying to run off towards the direction Mora went.

He knew even if he did something to anger Mora, he wouldn't do something like this to him. Jyggalag must've never told him this part of the plan or at least this is what Vile hoped. As he scrambled back to his feet, he felt something halt him. He couldn't move. He slowly looked down and saw that the silver blade that Jyggalag wielded had pierced through his body. A piercing pain quickly rushed throughout Vile's body as Jyggalag lifted his blade into the air, making Vile's body fall down on the blade. Vile screamed out but as the first second of a noise leaving his mouth, Jyggalag quickly whipped the blade to his right, which sent Vile smashing into the ground. Vile had the wind knocked out of him as he quickly struggled for a breath. He lifted his head to see the scroll in front of him. It had been thrown from his toga when he crashed into the ground. Vile went to reach for it with a shake arm but felt something heavy stomp with crushing force onto his shoulder. He tried to scream out in pain but couldn't find his breath as that silver pierce right through his chest. He looked up at Jyggalag, who loamed over him like a giant, press his body weight onto that blade. His face emotionless at the act he was doing to Vile.

"Then I will force you. Clavicus Vile. You will surrender your power to me!"