I, Eternity
Frost Royalty Echo
LN didn't choose a direction. He simply began to walk. His journey took him far to the north, beyond Bruma, beyond the Jeralls and into the heartland of Skyrim. He felt a strong pull east, and heeded the call.
Icy wind and snow blowing in his face, he trekked for days and days, until he came to the ruin.
Looking at the destroyed village made LN's fists clench. Fire and war filled his sight. He growled and magical energy began to course around his body. A blinding light burst from his body, and suddenly he was no longer LN, the 3,000 year old lost husk, he was LN, the young vampire living among mortals in a pious Nordic village.
The village slept as he unleashed his power in the nearby field. A horde of Falmer, in the ages before they were wiped from the face of the planet. He dove into their midst, his youthful energy and his power making him an unstoppable force of destruction.
He charged headlong into the front lines, his new katana swinging madly. Blood flew in wild arcs around him as he drove through to their center. Soaked in the red nectar, he as truly a beast. When he got to the middle of the army, he began slaughtering in circles, the green and white field becoming a ankle-deep lake of red.
After a long time, an elf on a horse in enchanted armor pulled up. His followers made a circle as the Snow Prince of Skyrim dismounted, and challenged the demon to single combat.
His hatred welling inside him, LN violently ripped into the flows of magic around him. Calmly, his opponent touched them.
LN let loose with a massive shock spell. With a wave, the Prince batted it aside. He ran up with his elegant longsword, getting under LN's guard and stabbing him in the side. LN unleashed a kinetic wave from his body, knocking down the surrounding soldiers and throwing the Prince back. Blind with rage and hatred, LN stabbed his mind deeper and deeper into the magic around him. He threw a ball of pure energy at the Prince, hitting him square in the chest. The force spread across the cuirass, causing huge cracks to form. Immediately stabbing farther in, LN called a spark to form between his hands. It began to expand until it was as big as the combatants, then LN threw it, putting all the force he could muster between it.
The Prince managed to launch a stream of fire forward at the projectile, stopping it. It continued to push forward, expanding all the while, until it got so huge it compacted, then exploded, throwing both combatants back.
Both exhausted and unable to reach into unreality any longer, They began to duel with their blades. LN had received no training but war, so his blows were wild, uncontrolled, unbalanced. The Prince used precise, quick blows to get through LN's guard and scored many small hits. Not enough to do any significant harm, but enough to enrage the demon further, making his blows even more imprecise and causing him to leave himself open more and for longer. However, LN's hatred gave him strength beyond comprehension, and the Prince began to tire. Deciding to try for a killing blow, the Prince attempted a low thrust followed by an upward slash. He managed to pierce LN's calf, and on his upswing he tossed LN's sword away, LN being saved by his armor. With the last of his strength, LN ran. What little of his sanity shone through the hate and rage clouding his thoughts formed a plan. He approached a spear-wielding warrior and as the elf thrust, he jumped, kicking his sword up from the ground and catching it as he leapt. The Prince, who had been following close behind, was impaled. LN spun and cut his head off for good measure.
The modern LN saw more than just the fall of one opponent as he watched himself begin to butcher the remains of the demoralized army. He saw the fall of a people, the beginning of a genocide that he had begun. With that realization, he regained self-awareness of his modern being, and like after his dream, consciousness flooded his mind, this time, like the black hole in the cave, leaving him with an ancient power, this time the expanding detonator spell.