I, Eternity
Getting Hands Dirty
It wasn't a very long wait between the two different events. It seemed that one night LN was giving advice to Octavian, and the next he was needed again. Because he was. No sooner had Octavian returned than he received a psychic message from Jongard, telling him to gather the vampires. It was time to fight to the death.
LN teleported as many as he could. He sprinted towards the battlefield. It was a dire situation. The Imperial army was a bleeding, dying hodgepodge of guards and militiamen before the horde of Daedra. LN sprung into action just before what would have been the final blow, deflecting the arrows with a thousand magical blades.
"Never have a party without adult supervision!" he said. "See? Someone could put you eye out with these things!" He then launched himself to battle.
It had been so long. He had known battle for all his life, but war was something different from battle. War, he felt in his bones, the desire, the euphoria of a war unremembered. He was War once, and he would be War again. His tattoos and eyes glowed for the brief instant that he allowed War to sweep through every fiber of his being, then LN took control of his own body again, energized for what needed to be done.
As Octavian sprinted into the gate, so did he, along with Jongard and a woman. As he looked at the siege engine, the massing armies of Dremora in the distance, he felt War pulse through his veins again.
"Use that power, kid!" LN said. "It won't screw you up here! Transform!"
"I can't control that! I need to react to a Divine Sphere!" Octavian shouted.
"Damn you STUPID KIDS!" And with no time to lose, LN threw the woman at Octavian. He let them do what needed to be done.
Cut a path for us kid, you two can work this out later." LN grunted.
Jongard barked in agreement.
"Okay. I'll cut a path. One of you grab the Stone." Octavian said, unfurling his wings with a cry.
"What a punk." LN griped, then ran into a nearby watchtower with the other two at his heels. They ran through, War craving it's bloodlust be satisfied. LN went first, slaughtering any Daedra which stood before him. He began to breathe heavily and erratically as war demanded a higher and higher toll. Before he truly overextended himself, they came out to the Sigil Tower.
"Let's go. We need to get at that Sigil Stone before that thing gets too much further." LN said. They ran into the Tower and up the ramps, through room after room. The Tower was quiet, most of the guards were distracted by Octavian. LN's breathing leveled off, as war began to filter out of his consciousness.
"What a rush!" he exalted. "I haven't fought a war for a very long time."
They reached the Sigil Chamber, and LN grabbed the Stone. Then the entier realm began to shake.
"Fuckberries!" LN shouted. "This looks bad!" He grabbed Jongard and the Woman by the waists, and jumped out of the tower.
"What the fuck are you doing!?" The woman shouted at him as they fell.
LN landed evenly, and saw the white glow in the sky begin to flicker and fade.
"Double Fuckberries!" He yelled, and charged toward it. He saw Octavian begin to drop like a rock, assuming his more human-like form against his will. LN needed to time it perfectly right. Too fast, and he'd swing right under him. Too slow, and he'd get to watch the most unpleasant landing in history.
Just before Octavian hit the ground, LN swept under him, grabbing him by the straps of his chest plate, and flung out of the Realm before it collapsed.
With a remark, LN left Octavian and the woman to do their business. He approached the man in Royal armor.
"So you must be the new boss-man." LN said.
"Yes, I am." He said. "I am Martin Septim."
"You're little Champion did good." LN said, "And I think we got something you wanted."
He showed Martin the Stone. "Now, I think I want to make a deal with you."
"What?" Martin asked. "The whole world is crumbling and you want to bargain?"
"Nothing time-wasting." LN said. "In your regime, I'd like to see my kind get a nicer hand dealt to us."
"Very well. Now give me the Stone!"
LN handed it over casually. "Alright then. Some of my kind will stay to help with what you need to do."
Ln then walked over to where Octavian and the woman were talking.
"Oi! Kid!" He shouted.
"What? It's not that good a time for this." Octavian yelled back.
"You two can do that stuff lovers do inside. It's so cold out here she won't enjoy it anyway!" LN shouted back. He was feeling giddy from his experiences in the war.
"Damn, what's with you?" Octavian asked as his woman laughed. In response to that, he lightened up. "What is it?"
"I gave your boss the Sigil Stone. In return he said that he'd write up decrees immediately to give our kind some slack. So your pact with Janus is done." LN told him.
"How did you know about that?" Octavian asked.
"My pupils always keep in touch. Unless they die. Which he did." LN lied. In truth, he discovered it via accidental psychic discharge, but he didn't see the need to complicate Octavian's thoughts any more than he needed to. Octavian needed to be focused.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I'm the oldest living thing outside of Argonia, kid. I'm over three thousand years old, and one of the three surviving members of Lamae the Bloodmatron's direct Clan." LN responded. He wasn't sure where that came from, but it sounded right. He figured it was probably a part of his still-filtering memories of the Second Era.
"You sound proud of that." Octavian said.
"Well, princes are proud to be the sons of Kings, aren't they?"
LN looked to the horizon. "Only an hour to get back to the Waterfront. That Malendil may not look like much at first glance, but she's a nut job in bed." He said with a wink. It wasn't something he actually knew. He and Malendil cared about each other as friends, but were not lovers. They both had too many memories for that kind of bond, but it was their explanation if people asked who they were. He then ran off. "Later kid!" he yelled.
He had an inkling of what would happen next. He would bide his time in the Imperial City, because some primordial thought told him that that was where M'Razzar would be ended.