-North-west section of Cyrodiil-
It is wild in this part of Cyrodiil, filled with forests and plains. Snow drifts down covering the land in softly glowing white. The small settlement is far from any of the larger ones and a small contingent of the Imperial army is near the village, though they have not yet realized they are about to be under siege, since the group is hidden by the forest. Jeziasi places a hand against one of the trees, trying not to tremble, and not just from the cold. She had hoped she could sway Viperish Night but knew in her soul she would fail. He was so far in the dark, he forgot what it felt to be in the light, and he had gotten a taste for it. Jeziasi's hands fall to the knives by her side, resting against her armor. The feel of a bow is on her back. Her helm is a little strange, almost like a mask. Zirasha had insisted upon it for her and had pulled her hair in something that resembled half a ponytail, half a braid. Jeziasi's eyes glance at the settlement, then at Viperish Night who's standing just outside the woods, the snow falling upon his scales. Blue necromantic energy is moving down his arms, into the ground. The long-dead are rising, in the graveyard near the town and in the woods. A skeleton bear passes Jeziasi and she stares at it as it moves out of the forest along with other undead creatures. Her mind remembers this, but the memories are not clear. This is as crystal clear as the snow.
Viperish Night turns his head. "Let her off the leash, Tyranius. I am ready to send the dead at the soldiers, it's time to play."
The end is in Tyranius's hands, he moves to Jeziasi and she resists the urge to snarl at him as he unclips it and lies it in the snow. "Be a good wolfy," Tyranius says and turns, removing his scythe. "Or not." He laughs. "Come along, wolfy. Time to get your hands dirty."
Viperish Night raises his hand and the dead surge toward the town, toward the soldiers. Zirasha laughs and flows into her mist form, following them. Tyranius stalks across the field and Jeziasi moves, stopping by Viperish Night's side. Viperish Night glances at her and withdraws his swords. "Come, Egg-mother. You may find you start to enjoy it." He stalks after the others and Jeziasi slowly removes her daggers. The look in his eyes chills her, but she will not turn from him. Will not change her mind. And so she follows.
The Imperial soldiers stream onto the field fighting with the undead. The ones from the forest have surged and attacked their front, the ones from the graveyard their flank. Zirasha is moving through them at vampiric speed, stopping to drive a solder to the ground where her fangs and claws make short work of him. Tyranius walks into the midst of a group of them, his scythe flying as their weapons fail to even scratch his armor. Viperish Night is a blur of speed and swords, laughing as he cuts them down. A soldier moves behind Viperish Night and Jeziasi lets instinct take over, the countless battles and hunts she has been in fill her mind as she leaps, her blades cutting through the weak points in the armor to fell him. Viperish Night turns to look at her and smiles before turning back to the melee and Jeziasi joins him, fighting by his side. Soon all the soldiers lie dead on the snowy ground, their blood staining it crimson. Blue necromantic energy once more flows and the soldiers rise all around them, their skeletons leaving the flesh behind to stand ready at Viperish Night's side. He turns them upon the now unguarded town and stalks after them.
Tyranius moves behind Jeziasi, placing a heavy hand on her shoulder. "You've been a good attack dog, but you are used to fighting curs like this. Let us see if you keep it up with the villagers."
Jeziasi turns to look at him, snarling softly. "It is what Viperish Night wants, so I will." she turns and stalks after her son.
A man bursts out of his home with a crossbow aimed at Viperish Night. Jeziasi's bow is in her hands in moments and her arrow flies, the shaft sinking into the man's neck. The crossbow drops from his hands and he falls. The dead surge into the village...and the screaming begins.

-Skyrim Tomb-
Viperish Night's portal takes them back to the tomb. Viperish Night moves to his throne and Jeziasi starts to head toward him. "Wolfy," Tyranius says.
Jeziasi turns to him and then takes off the bow and arrows and the daggers, handing them back to him before turning back to sit by the throne. Tyranius follows, clipping the chain around her neck again and placing it in Viperish Night's claws.
"So full," Zirasha says, she has fallen to the floor and is staring up at the ceiling. "I need to stop tasting every one of them. But I can't seem to help it."
Jeziasi takes off her blood-splattered helm and lies it nearby. The town on the edge of Cyrodiil was not the only one they had gone to, in total three towns. It had been nearly dawn before they returned. Jeziasi's head spins and she rests against the throne, closing her eyes, the images of the battles...the slaughters playing behind her eyes. She could understand enjoying the hunt, she lost herself to it enough times. But to enjoy this? It made her breath catch in her throat. She had done her best to use what she learned with the Brotherhood to cast emotions aside and give in to her instincts to hunt. But now that it was over she finds herself trembling slightly.
Viperish Night's angry hiss has her eyes snapping open to behold a familiar blue glow has appeared at the end of the room. Mannimarco.
Zirasha bolts up from the floor and is in front of him in a moment, he startles back slightly. "You!" She hisses, looking him over. "I don't know if you are still pond scum or not. Viperish Night hates you, so that's a point for pond scum. But you never were like the other damn Altmer, so that's a point for you."
Mannimarco raises an eyebrow at this. "She's awake then. I will need to speak to Viperish Night then. Alone."
Tyranius nudges Zirasha. "Let's go spar, girl. Let the big boys talk." He glances at Viperish Night. "Hey pup, want me to take wolfy with us?"
"She stays," Viperish Night hisses. Tyranius and Zirasha walk out of the tomb and Mannimarco walks until he's in front of Viperish Night. Jeziasi softly growls, fingernails scratching the stone floor. Viperish Night tugs on the leash. "Stay, pet." Viperish Night hisses. "I wish to rend him to pieces too, but until we have his true form before us...it will not be satisfying."
Mannimarco's eyes move over Jeziasi. Her eyes, now awake. Splattered in blood, allowing Viperish Night to leash her. His eyes show utter confusion.
"My pet hunts with us, Mannimarco," Viperish Night says, his eyes narrowed as he stares at his former mentor. "She wishes to follow my river, and so she follows my desires." At Mannimarco's unbelieving look Viperish Night shrugs. "Zirasha used her vampiric eyes on her. Unlike you, she does not deceive. And she has proven to be a vicious little attack dog."
"I can see that," Mannimarco says and laughs. "I never expected her to break, much less to join you. This has been...entertaining." His gaze turns back to Viperish Night's furious one. "So she has told you who I am. Is that the only thing she has told you?"
Viperish Night flexes his claws. "She told me everything she knew, I know who my Egg-Father is. He is a monster, but monster is to tame a word for the Lord of Domination even in this strange mortal form he's taken."
Jeziasi flinches and then clenches her fist, trying to regain in her emotions, trying not to give anything away, though she knows she's failing as Mannimarco's attention turns back to her and so she just growls softly under her breath.
"Of all the torments I could have imaged for you leaving me to his mercy when you could have freed me..." Mannimarco softly says. "I could have never thought of one such as this and the fact that you willingly submitted to him in such a way makes it even better."
Viperish Night hisses and slams his fist against the throne. "Enough tormenting my pet. She is mine, not yours." His eyes move to Jeziasi's and she glances at him. Stay calm, stay silent, he seems to be telling her. "Get to the point, Mannimarco." Viperish Night hisses. "Why are you here today?"
"Someone I trust has been rounding up what remains of the Worm Cult, those that escaped death and imprisonment," Mannimarco says. "They are yours to command, Viperish Night. When you need them, they will be ready. Many are necromancers, though not on our level. Use them as you will. They are gathered in Reaper's March, The Rift, and Rivenspire. I'll leave a map with their locations." He puts a map on the table before turning back to Viperish Night. "I am also working on finding the remnants of Veiled Heritance."
"Is that all?" Viperish Night says. "My pet is tired, and I need to rest before our next assault."
Mannimarco stills. His eyes move from Jeziasi to Viperish Night. "You have no talent for deception, my former pupil. But this seems real, is it?" he gestures to Jeziasi. At Viperish Night's narrowed eyes he puts a hand up. "No need to tell me. It is to your benefit if it is. He will come to you, soon."
Jeziasi goes utterly still, the blood draining from her face. Viperish Night looks startled. "In my dreams, he told me I would come to him." Viperish Night snarls in anger. "He failed to tell me how to find him." Mannimarco opens his mouth and Viperish Night hisses. "Yes, I intend to rend him to pieces too. I do not care who he is, all I care about is what he did to us. I will make him suffer for everything."
"He made you powerful." Mannimarco snarls. "Do you think that the level of power you have always had is due to just Bosmer and Argonian blood? The essence of a Prince runs through your veins. It is where your necromancy comes from, it is where your death magic comes from. Do you understand?"
"Then why did the Wyrd never sense it? They knew that I was half mer, despite the fact I appear fully Argonian." Viperish Night snarls.
"Really, Viperish Night?" Mannimarco says. "If anyone could tell what you were they would have hunted you down and killed you before you ever came into your power. Ever became what you are."
"Perhaps that would have been best," Viperish Night says. "Because they will all die now! Why would HE want that? What is the reason behind all this?" Viperish Night suddenly rises and leaps from the throne, landing before Mannimarco. "Tell me, what is the reason for helping make me into THIS kind of monster?"
The pain in his voice, Jeziasi flinches as she realizes he thinks of himself as nothing but a monster. Nothing but an abomination that should have never been hatched. She should stay quiet, but she cannot. "You're not," she says softly and both of them turn to her.
"Then what am I, Egg-mother?" Viperish Night says.
"My son," Jeziasi says and Viperish Night blinks rapidly and returns to his throne.
Mannimarco looks at Jeziasi oddly. "This is not some kind of trick, is it Jeziasi? You really..."
Jeziasi snarls at him. "I will help Viperish Night kill you, in any way he wants. I will help him hunt Swims-In-Silence and do the same." Her crystal clear eyes show the fire still within her. "I will help him cleanse this world of all the living, I will follow him into Oblivion if I must, Mannimarco."
Viperish Night's eyes are on his Egg-mother. Wonder, confusion, and so much more in his gaze. He had done nothing to deserve this, and yet...he had her. Just like that. Confusion colors his gaze. Why? Slowly he breaths and turns back to Mannimarco. "Back to the matter at hand," Viperish Night slowly says.
Mannimarco is silent for a moment before speaking. "Mortals have their failings. Emotions are one of them. He has made a grave error in what he has done. He has all the mortal failings now. He has what he wants, yet he will not end his vessel's life and return fully to what he is."
"What he wants?" Viperish Night says. "What does he want? Or are you bound to silence on this too?"
"You broke part of what binds me to him," Mannimarco says. "When you learned the truth. So I will tell you this, he is the one who gave the King's mage the knowledge to make the Band of T'zlich, for those who die by the dead it raises, their souls belong to him. Do you understand now? He has what he wants, though I know you will not care. I can see as much, Viperish Night. You will not stop until either your dead or everyone else is."
Viperish Night's claws touch the band. "So that is what this was about," he slowly says and glances at Jeziasi.
"It's what it always is about with him," Jeziasi says softly. "It's why he tried to consume Nirn, for the souls of all those who dwell upon it. Out of all the Princes, he is the worst of them."
"Your both wrong," Mannimarco says and they both look at him. "It was just about that, yes. But I told you, he has made a mistake. Mortal failings, he's obsessed with both of you. It is why he's still here. He could turn his back on both of you now that it is done, but he will not. In his mortal form, he wants his bonded mate and his son by his side for eternity. Do you understand, now?"
Jeziasi snarls, only the collar and Viperish Night's claws upon the chain keep her from springing up and trying to rend Mannimarco to pieces. Memories flash, ones she will never be able to forget. "Never again. NEVER. I made a mistake, I ignored my instincts that would have told me who he really was had I not been so damn foolish, never again. I will hunt him, I will make him my prey. I have done it before."
Viperish Night's eyes glitter with hate and rage. "He may have created me, but that will not stop me from hunting him with my Egg-mother and killing him as brutally as possible."
"Do you think it will be that easy?" Mannimarco asks. "I can see it now. He walks in here and you two set upon him with hordes of the undead." Mannimarco throws back his head and laughs. "He may only have a fraction of his power in this form, but it is more than you two have."
"I have hunted him before," Jeziasi says. "Made him my prey, stopped his scheme of taking Nirn."
"You had a little trinket to help you with that, Jeziasi." Mannimarco snaps.
"And I have my little trinket," Viperish Night snaps at him.
"That he thought up!" Mannimarco snaps back.
Jeziasi scratches her fingernails against the stone and growls loudly, causing both to stop snapping at each other to look at her. Viperish Night laughs. "My pet wants you to get to the point. You have an idea?" Viperish Night's eyes narrow as he asks this.
"Again those murderous eyes of yours," Mannimarco remarks. "I never tire of them." At Viperish Night's furious hissing he gets to the point. "Let him come, let him think he can have what he wants. Lure him in, wait for your chance and then kill him. Simple."
A fanged grin crosses Viperish Night's face. "He never let his guard down with you, did he? Not even once. And now you expect us to be able to do this? You failed, so it should be easy for us." Viperish Night hisses. Jeziasi has fallen silent and she slowly turns her eyes to Viperish Night. He glances at her. "I will do what it takes to get both of them close to us. Close enough to hunt and kill, Egg-mother. It is what I want, so you have little choice but to follow it." At the look in her eyes, he adds, "You are my pet and not his. I will not let him near you if I can help it."
"It may not be that simple, but do what you want," Mannimarco says crossing his arms over his chest.
Jeziasi turns her eyes to Mannimarco. "You want us to kill Swims-In-Silence. That is what will set you free, is it not?"
"A small price to pay," Mannimarco says. "You two can try and hunt me after you kill him. I will not make it easy for you. I know how to hide until a more opportune date arises."
"Try?" Viperish Night says with a laugh. "We will hunt you and when we find you..." his eyes flash with untold horrors. "You will wish you stayed with your master."
Mannimarco glares at Viperish Night before turning and vanishing.

Viperish Night sits with Jeziasi in her room and just looks at her. He can see how tired she is but he must ask. "Why, Egg-mother? Why do you not see me as an abomination?"
Jeziasi looks into his eyes, those mad eyes filled with darkness, hate, and icy cold...but also filled with so much pain and despair it breaks her heart. She leans into him, pressing her forehead to his much as he had when he had been trying to reach her. "All I see when I look at you is my son. It took me a long time to realize that is why I could not kill you, even if everything says I should." Viperish Night is silent and Jeziasi cups his face with her hand. "You will never see yourself as anything but a monster, will you?" she asks sadly.
Viperish Night suddenly rises. "Rest Egg-mother. Zirasha will bring you to me later." He turns and walks out.
Jeziasi's eyes follow him before lying down and closing her eyes and falls into an uneasy sleep in moments.
Viperish Night walks away from Jeziasi's room and pauses, glancing into the shadows. "When Swims-In-Silence comes, keep more of a watch on her." Viperish Night says. "He must not harm her. I need to be patient, need to wait to shred him to pieces. I will lose all control if he hurts her." Viperish Night turns and heads to his room as the mist in the shadows forms into Zirasha. She stares after Viperish Night before entering Jeziasi's room to settle in beside her.

"Who do we get to eat tonight?" Zirasha asks over dinner the next evening. She and Tyranius are at the table, Viperish Night on his throne and Jeziasi is sitting by the throne's side.
"Vvardenfell," Viperish Night says. "I have heard my pet likes hunting Dunmer, and we have not been there yet." Viperish Night glances down at Jeziasi. "Egg-mother, you have been all over Vvardenfell, you will pick our targets tonight."
Jeziasi slowly puts down her fork. Memories swirl of her time on Vvardenfell. She had been hunting down the causes of Vivec's loss of power when she had been...distracted. So much had happened, enough to snap her control and drive her into a blood frenzy. Days spent hunting down the Telvanni's slavers, the memories were so hazy. She had been lost in her wolf and not once returned to mer form until she had come across as Ashlander village and almost did the same to them as she had with the slavers.
"She wants to go after the Telvanni I think," Zirasha says with a delighted hiss. "She's like me, it's so hard to wait to go after the fun ones."
"Telvanni are powerful mages," Tyranius says. "To take on all of them will attract a great deal of attention. Pick smaller targets, wolfy."
They are waiting for her. Jeziasi lowers her eyes. It seems like a test. As if she will refuse, she knows the razor edge she walks upon. Jeziasi looks up and names two targets. "One is near the northwestern coast, they hold with the Telvanni's anti-pact policies," Jeziasi says quietly. "The second is a small settlement of Ashlanders if they still reside there. They are far from the main encampment of Ashlanders."
Viperish Night nods and rises to ready a portal when suddenly his eyes narrow. Mannimarco has appeared. Viperish Night moves to him. "You intend to watch again," Viperish Night hisses. His former mentor has tagged along in the past on occasion to study the band as Viperish Night raises the undead. "Or is it my pet you want to watch?"
"Do you blame me? I knew her when she would not dream of doing anything of this." Mannimarco says. "It is utterly fascinating that she would go this far for you. She always has been so ruthless in dealing with threats to Nirn. To see her become the threat..." he laughs and then at Viperish Night's furious hiss he shrugs. "Yes, yes. This is the part where you tell me how you will horribly kill me. I got the point years ago, my former pupil."
Viperish Night turns from him to the others. "Prepare yourselves. We hunt again."

-Vvardenfell-
Vvardenfell brings back many memories. The shroom beetles and the cry of cliff striders, the mix of breathtaking beauty paired with the fiery volcanic danger. Jeziasi had hunted the Dunmer here, even as she was attempting to save them. Tyranius moves in behind her, his hand near her neck. She resists the urge to growl at him as he unclips the chain.
"Heard about your adventures after the war. Hard to believe the Vestige would ever go on a killing frenzy." Tyranius remarks.
Jeziasi just stalks away from Tyranius to fall in besides Viperish Night, who glances at her curiosity in his eyes. "Why?" Viperish Night asks simply.
Jeziasi falls silent for a moment. "It is a long story," she finally says softly. "Love, loss, then I got tangled up in the damn Telvanni. I found I hated them... hated that they kept people as slaves. For a while, I think perhaps I wanted to end them all."
"You understand then, a little." Viperish Night hisses.
Jeziasi watches as Viperish Night moves away from the group a little and blue necromantic energy starts to flow from him into the ground of Vvardenfell. Her eyes look at him with a sense of loss. Perhaps for a time, she wished that but she found things worth fighting for again. Viperish Night...there were no words she could say that would ever change that. All she can do now is follow him into the dark and so her blades find her hands and she follows Zirasha and Tyranius down the hill into the Ashlander camp as Viperish Night stirs the countless dead of Vvardenfell.

Jeziasi leaps from a rock as a Ashlander leaps at her. She grabs his arm and throws him into the lava. His scream and suffering are short. Zirasha is a tornado of fangs and claws tearing apart two Ashlander warriors and Tyranius is nearly buried in Ashlander warriors but as he hacked away with his scythe he is laughing. Viperish Night concentrates on slowly raising the dead since this was the first foray into Vvardenfell. And last and least, Mannimarco watching the carnage, his gaze focused on Jeziasi, utterly amused.
As the last warrior falls the newly risen dead surge into the settlement, finishing off those who are left. Viperish Night laughs and snaps open a portal as his dead hide in nearby lava caves.

The portal opens near the sea, a small village nestled next to it. Viperish Night wastes no time in raising the dead to send into the village. A flash of intense fire suddenly blooms in front of the dead, spreading across the ground around the village, protecting it. Jeziasi steps toward it, the heat hot against her skin. "Telvanni," she slowly growls. Old hatred rises and her blades are in her hands without thought.
Tyranius laughs. "Do they taste good, wolfy?" and laughs again as Jeziasi snarls at him.
Viperish Night's claws wrap around his staff and he slams it on the ground, a wave of ice streaks forward and slams into the fire with a sizzling hiss. The Telvanni behind the wall slams more fire magic into the ground and Jeziasi suddenly bolts forward racing towards the flames and ice. Zirasha laughs and flies into the air as blood-red mist and streaks over Jeziasi, and over the colliding magics to reform above the Telvanni mage. He turns his magic on her, seconds too late as she lands and tears his neck to bloody ruin. Another Telvanni mage raises his staff from the shadow of a building and Jeziasi leaps over Zirasha and collides with him with an angry snarl, her blades slicing into him even as lightning bolts run up and down his staff and into her. Viperish Night snarls and more dead rise and flood into the town. The crash of ice magic against them has his head turning and he dashes through the undead to find a third Telvanni mage who turns and casts a rain of icy spikes down upon him. Viperish Night's staff sparks with fiery crimson as he answers with fireballs before springing on the Telvanni, his jaws seeking the mage's throat.
"DAMN IT!" Tyranius yells as he marches into the village. "Hogging all the Telvanni for yourselves."
"You want one of us, you will have your wish before you die." Tyranius turns to find a fourth Telvanni mage that has appeared behind him. The mage raises his hands and lightning explodes all around him and surges at Tyranius, encircling them. With a mighty bang in contracts and a blinding flash washes over the imminent area. The Telvanni mage smirks but the smile falls from his face as Tyranius crashes toward him laughing. "Best you got? Not enough cur!" The scythe flies down and slices the mage from neck to sternum with a mighty splash of blood he falls.
Jeziasi stands over the Telvanni mage shaking from the lightning shocks. Blood drips from her daggers as she stares at the bloody mess she made of him, even without her fangs and claws. She had thought past this hate, but this brutal existence she let herself fall into for her son brought everything to the surface. Her head snaps up as she hears Viperish Night's cry. She turns toward him then stops her eyes widen.
The Telvanni had slammed his hand on the ground creating a rune of ice that had blasted Viperish Night away before he could savage him with his jaws. But Viperish Night leaps back into battle and his staff slams against the Telvanni's with enough force to wrench it from his hands. Viperish Night's eyes fall upon the Telvanni, the Dunmer, and for a moment memories of the island shoot through his skull and it seems as if Valsvis is standing before him once more. The world seems cast in red and Viperish Night sets upon the mage with claws and fangs and even when he lies dead Viperish Night still rends his flesh until nothing is left but bloody carnage. Viperish Night stands and breaths hard, his eyes full of uncontrolled fury.
"Viper," Jeziasi calls to him softly.
Viperish Night turns to her and hisses, "Do not call me that, Egg-mother! NEVER CALL ME THAT." Viperish Night closes his eyes briefly trying to reign in the anger. When he opens his eyes they are filled with icy cold. "Kill the villagers. Kill the Dunmer. KILL THEM ALL." he orders them.
Jeziasi slowly nods. "Yes, Viperish Night," she says softly and turns to the village to follow Zirasha and Tyranius to deal with the villagers, now that their protectors are gone.
After the battle, Viperish Night stalks through the village raising the dead and Jeziasi sits on a rock, dropping her head down, blood dripping from her. When she had lost control all those years ago for a time, she never was fully sure if every Dunmer she had slaughtered had been a Slaver or if there had been innocents in the mix. And the truth of it? She never bothered to find out. Just wrestled control back and went to save them. She stood in front of Vivec and wondered if he knew. And if he did, why he did nothing? She knew now he knew what she had done, and let her get away with it, for her part in saving him and Vvardenfell. Jeziasi's eyes move to the village, to Viperish Night. He had even more reason to hate them, but what she had seen in him with the Telvanni went far deeper than that. It was personal. And the flash of agony in his eyes when she accidentally called him Viper.
A blue glow interrupts her thoughts. "Go away, Mannimarco." Jeziasi snarls.
"Don't you want to know?" Mannimarco asks. "The cause of that little outburst?" he chuckles. "I could tell you, Jeziasi."
Jeziasi jerks her head up, her eyes filled with rage. "No," she snarls as she gets to her feet and stalks to him. "I will hear such things from my son, and only him. Not from you."
Mannimarco looks at her puzzlement in his eyes. "You love him, Jeziasi." he laughs. "This grows even more amusing. Your son will destroy everything you fought for, and your greatest enemy is his father. And yet, you love him." Still laughing, he moves to watch Viperish Night.
Jeziasi flexes her fingers. If she had her wolf still, if he had been in his true form...someday nothing is going to stop her from rending him to pieces. Or...watching her son do it. Jeziasi's eyes once more move to the village, to Viperish Night who's finishing up. She knew him for such a brief span of time. He had tried to kill her, he had done the most horrific things imaginable, and he would not stop. And yet there was more to him that and...he was her son, and she did love him. It defied reason, common sense, everything she knew. It drove her very path now, and it would not end in anything short of utter despair. She moves to him as he meets up with Zirasha and Tyranius. Time to return, to rest until the next night.

-Skyrim Tomb-
The portal snaps shut and once more Mannimarco moves toward Jeziasi as the portal closes. Jeziasi's eyes narrow. If he says one more thing about Viperish Night she may snap. "What do you want now?" Jeziasi hisses.
He studies her carefully. "I needed time to gather my thoughts on your performance today," Mannimarco says. "No hesitation at all, I would not think you to turn this easily. If Molag Bal had convinced you to join us during the war...things would be very different right now."
Jeziasi flinches and then growls and stalks toward him, murder in her eyes. Tyranius snaps the chain in his hands. "Down wolfy, Viperish Night wants to wait. You know why."
Jeziasi halts, her eyes filled with fury as her body shakes. "Damn you Mannimarco." she hisses. "The things I will help Viperish Night do to you, I swear on Oblivion."
Tyranius moves behind Jeziasi, clipping the chain to her collar and taking back her weapons. "Let's get you back to Viperish Night now, so you can calm down wolfy," Tyranius says, tugging at the leash. Jeziasi's furious eyes turn to his for a moment before she turns and walks with him to sit by Viperish Night who's resting on the throne with his eyes closed, leaning back and recovering his strength and calming from the rage that had gripped him.
Viperish Night finally opens one eye to gaze upon her. "Patience is so very hard," he hisses. "He can be hurt in this form, but seeing him bleed blue blood is not as satisfying as red will be. Perhaps we will eviscerate him and watch him slowly perish. There are so many things we can do to him."
Jeziasi rests her head against the cool black stone. "Yes," she softly says.
"I can still hear you, you know," Mannimarco says, arms crossed.
Viperish Night's answer to that is to grin, showing each and every one of his fangs. Mannimarco glowers before vanishing and Viperish Night throws his head back and laughs.

A little while later Viperish Night leads Jeziasi back to her room and once inside she starts to pace around the room before turning to look at him. He was so vicious with that Dunmer, so filled with utter out of control rage. "Will you tell me what happened?" Jeziasi softly asks.
Viperish Night stiffens and his eyes narrow. He knows what she means, she means what happened when he was in slavery, what happened with Oblivion's Isle. Slowly he starts to hiss, his eyes lock onto hers angrily.
Jeziasi sits down on the blankets and lowers her head. "I...should not have asked," she quietly says.
Viperish Night stands there and slowly calms down enough to sit beside Jeziasi. "Love, Loss," Viperish Night says, quoting her words from earlier.
Jeziasi looks at him. "You had a..." she trails off.
Viperish Night hisses softly. "The old me had a mate, yes. A Khajiit named Rishima." Viperish Night turns his eyes from his Egg-mother. Thinking of Rishima is not something he allows himself to do anymore. She is of the past, and of the old Viperish Night. She has no place in his thoughts, in this blood-soaked future he was creating. He never speaks of the island either, or his days there. But on this night, just before dawn, he decides to. "Betrayal, Egg-mother." Viperish Night starts and slowly he tells Jeziasi of what happened during those five long years. When the last word falls Jeziasi sits there in stunned silence, her face pale and her eyes filled with unshed tears and utter rage at those who hurt him so. Viperish Night rises and turns his back on those eyes. She cries for him? Rages for him? He may break if he looks into those eyes now. "Say nothing, Egg-mother." Viperish Night whispers in a broken hiss. "I told you so you would perhaps understand why they must all die. Not so you can cry for me."
Jeziasi raises her hand and intertwines it with his, doing as he asks and saying not a word. Viperish Night lowers his head and shudders softly, his clawed hand grips hers for long moments before he untangles it and leaves.
Jeziasi stares after him for a long time before she lies down. Her son is so very broken. In so many pieces that the only way he could put himself back together and avoid more pain was to become a monster. To try and destroy any part of him that cared, that could be hurt. He suffered so many betrayals, losses, such unending pain. All because of a single choice she made that sent all of this into horrific motion. Viperish Night...he needed her even if he did not think he did. She will stay by his side as she promised. Until the end. And she knows the end will come, Nirn has a way of providing heroes to stop the end of everything. It called her to do just that, and it calls even now on those four. She does not wish to fight them, but when they come for her son, she will. She will fight as fiercely as a wolf mother and kill them if she can. And if she cannot? She will die before her son ever does. She will protect him with her last dying breath. Jeziasi closes her eyes and falls into an uneasy sleep.

All is darkness and it is so very cold. Those eyes, they hunt her through the dark. No escape, no way to flee, nor to fight back. Jeziasi suddenly wakes up in a cold sweat shuddering. The room is bathed in the soft glow of the lamps and a presence is pressed against her back. Zirasha. Jeziasi's mind remembers this, though Jeziasi cannot fathom why she would do this. Still... not being alone causes the dream to fade and the terror to ease and soon Jeziasi relaxes again. She takes a breath to speak and Zirasha sleepily responds before she can.
"Ask why and I will bite you," Zirasha hisses.
Jeziasi closes her mouth. Silence seems to be best here. It was unsettling to sleep by a vampire, but it was more so sleeping alone right now. And it was oddly familiar, how many nights had Zirasha slept by her like this?

Viperish Night paces his room, his mind unable to rest with the memories stirred. Why had he let them out? Why had he told her? Those eyes of his Egg-mother, why did they contain...Viperish Night stops and lowers his head. Why did she love him? She never knew him before he was a monster, and in truth he always had been an abomination. His Egg-father had made sure of that. He always thought it was the necromancy that had driven the Hist to banish him, and then later perhaps the fact that he was only half Argonian. But...this had to be the truth. Daedric essence that flowed through his very being, always there, always lurking under the river like a venomous serpent. He never once questioned why his power seemed to be more than it should. It just was. Viperish Night swallows slightly and sinks to the floor his mind in turmoil. The answers to questions he always had threatened to drown him. Viperish Night shudders for a few moments then throws back his head and howls. The answering calls of the dead echo for a few moments before all falls to quiet once more. Viperish Night's eyes narrow. He needs to focus on what is right in front of him. Focus on his war, and focus on hunting his Egg-father with his Egg-mother. Viperish Night settles into his bed, but it is a long time before sleep claims him.