=CH.22 Restoration=

Ancano slipped into the private room of Azure making sure not to be spotted much thanks to the gift the little Argonian gave him recently. After the little reptile abruptly left the college for some reason Ancano knew it was his chance for some information gathering after Azure departed while in the middle of a lecture. He apologized profusely before disappearing as if into thin air. Taking the opportunity the Thalmor agent took the initiative to learn more about the highly interesting Argonian. Closing the door behind him Ancano glanced around the room.

Nothing was amiss or initially of interest. Then Ancano spotted a rather large elaborate jewel box. Knowing Azure never wore such things he instantly thought it must contain more of the Argonians creations. Opening the box Ancano was surprised at the fine master crafted rings, earrings and necklaces that filled the box. His Altmer blood allowing him to feel the vary magicka radiating off the substantial gathering of powerful items. But then his senses directed him to one ring in particular.

"Oh! your different from the others."

Picking up the gleaming ring he examined it in the candle light. It's features were exquisite and the amount of skill required to make it considerable. Feeling it couldn't hurt he slipped the simple thing on his finger. Instantly he felt odd as if the rings energies and power were pulling him in every direction at once. Shaking his head the Altmer focused realizing it was the rings function.

"Can this ring teleport me to another location?"

While in thought over the matter Ancano focused and with full intention willed the ring to take him to the entrance of Winter hold. A ripple of light and shadow engulfed the Thalmor agent instantly sending him to his desired location.

Ancano glanced around in near shock. "Amazing! I wonder what it's range is?"

Focusing again he formed the mental image of the Blue Palace in the capital of Skyrim in Solitude. Again his form disappeared and was transposed to his new location.

In the blink of the eye Ancano found him self at the home of Elisif the Fair current Jarl of Haafingar hold.

Ancano grinned understanding the many uses such a ring could have. "If only we had such a thing during the war. We Altmer would be the ones ruling Tamriel by now. I must get this to Elenwen at the Thalmor Embassy. That Argonian is worth even more to us now. Still there's something off about him?"

With his sudden appearance and departure having gone unnoticed Ancano teleported directly to the office of the Thalmor Embassy.

=Meanwhile=

Elenwen sat at her desk reading up on reports of this dragonborn. He had slain a dragon by Whiterun on request of the Jarl and from there had visited several ruins and High Hrothgar. Apparently the Greybeards had summoned him there and sent him off on several quests. My agents tracked him to a small town of Riverwood after words but lost him. The agents picked up the trail again after reports of another dragon attack occurred in East-march south of Windhelm where Thalmor Agents found the skeleton of a dragon at Kynesgrove. The Dragonborn must have gone there after stopping in Riverwood. Tracking the Dragonborn's movements are difficult but we need to keep tabs on such a powerful entity.

Elenwen's written report to her bosses in the Summerset isles was interrupted when she felt a odd magicka disturbance she didn't recognize. Looking up her brow contorted in surprise and confusion.

"Ancano?! What are you doing here? No never mind that how did you even get in here? Your supposed to be at the Winterhold College."

"Ah yes sorry lady Elenwen. But I had to show you what I found!"

Elenwen sighed standing up and walking over to her agent. "What is it?"

Ancano held up the ring he had stolen. "This is a ring the Argonian Azure made. He abruptly left the college so I figured It was a chance to see what he held in his room."

Raising a eye brow Elenwen glanced at the ring noting its fine craftsmen ship. "It's finely crafted but what can it do?" she said already having a rather good guess.

Ancano smugly smiled holding his hand out. "Allow me to demonstrate. Seeing is believing."

Elenwen huffed a breath of annoyance at the agents bravado. "Vary well but if..."

The moment their hands met they were teleported to High Hrothgar just outside the Greybeards monastery. Elenwens words cut off as her eyes went wide as she stared out at the vast expanse of the Skyrim province below. She held her tongue fore several moments before turning to Ancano who had a big stupid grin on. Elenwen realized she was still holding his hand and quickly let go.

"How did we get here. Explain Ancano."

Ancano bowed respectfully. "Yes my lady. This ring can instantly teleport the wearer and anyone their touching to any location they have been to before. It appears to have no limit to it's range. And even better it's not all that tiring to use. I've already used it several times to travel all over Skyrim and I barely felt drained."

Elenwen nodded as she absorbed the information. "So that Argonian made it. Their even more of a priority now. If they can make items of this power then they would serve us well. That is if we can get them on our side. How is that going anyway?"

"Well actually. I've already built something of a friendly relationship of sorts with Azure. He even made this ring for me."

Ancano activated his illusion ring becoming a Dunmer, then a Nord, then a Spriggan, then a Dwemer automation then simply turned invisible then reappeared as himself.

Again for the second time Elenwens eyes went wide in surprise. "Those illusions were impressive! And he forged that ring just for you?"

"Yes. He had me watch while he made it. His technique was...? I'm not a forger but it was impressive. Both he and his apprentices all seam highly skilled in making enchanted items of considerable power and worth."

"Why thank you."

Both Ancano and Elenwen turned to see the short Argonian standing just a distance away accompanied by a young green haired women.

Azure scratched his head. "But you know stealing is vary rude. Especially stealing from someone who trusted you!"

Ancano felt like a kid who's mom caught him stealing from the cookie jar. "Ah Azure?! How did you find me?"

I rolled my reptilian eyes. "Oh please. I always put a tracking spell in all my creations. Especially when I expect them to be stolen by a Thalmor agent."

"What!"

Ancanos deadpan reply made Elenwen smirk for a moment as she enjoyed the dumbfounded look on his face. "Seems you've been outplayed."

Ancano breathed a deep sigh of humiliation. "So you were expecting me to do this the whole time huh?"

"Yep. Actually I was expecting to meet with your boss Elenwen here in the Thalmor Embassy. Not High Hrothgar." I cast a AOE temperature control spell that instantly warmed the area keeping the cold out. "There. A freezing mountain is no place for a conversation. But we can now enjoy the view without freezing our butts off."

Elenwen looked impressed. "Impressive. I've never heard of a fire spell that just warmed the area around your self?"

I chuckled. "That's because this worlds magical systems are quite low bar and unimpressive. At least compared to the magical and arcane systems beyond this world that is. But enough with this exposition. Allow me to introduce my... true identity."

Ancano and Elenwen stood straighter upon hearing that. Azures words indicated he had been using a false identity this whole time. And if he could casually create illusion rings and rings capable of teleporting people across a vast land like Skyrim then who exactly was he really. Then it happened. The two Altmer watched as the small Argonian morphed into a tall gray skinned humanoid with vivid almost glowing purple tattoos and a impressive pair of black horns.

I made a sarcastic bow placing one leg back, moving one hand over my midsection and bowing. "Allow me to properly introduce my self. I am the Cosmic-Demon-Lord Anon'xil." I looked them straight in their eyes with a big grin. "And I've come to conquer this world and reap it's resources for my own use."

The two Altmer were stunned silent as they felt the immense magicka radiating from the self-proclaimed demon-lord.

"Oh!" I said noticing a certain someone... no scratch that two someone's had detected my showy mana release. "Well that's a problem. We should really find another location for our conversation. Hey Ancano meet you back at the Thalmor embassy."

I grabbed C.C. and teleported away.

Instantly arriving in Elenwen's office at the embassy I waited for the others to arrive. After a moment Arcano and Elenwen appeared.

Elenwen glared at the demon-lord and his green haired companion. "So I take it your some kind of Daedra?!"

"Wrong elf! I'm not from Oblivion. I'm from the vast multiverse beyond even that. There is far more to reality then just Nirn and the realms of the Daedra in Oblivion. Also sorry for not introducing her before. This is one of my many servants/lovers C.C.. C.C. this is Ancano a Thalmor agent assigned to the College of Winterhold and his boss Elenwen head of the Thalmor embassy here in the northern Tamriel province of Skyrim."

C.C. locked eyes with the Altmer women and nodded slightly. "A pleasure to meet you."

Elenwens eyes went a tad softer at the women's respectful behavior. "A pleasure to meat you too. Well since introductions are over." Elenwen stared at the demon-lord feeling a bit out of her league. "Well since introductions are over what is it you want with us? I doubt you set this whole scenario up for no reason."

"Quite true. Elenwen of the Thalmor and Aldmari Dominion. I want to propose a alliance."

Elenwen raised a eyebrow at that. "How so?"

"I've already begun making friends with the Argonian people of Blackmarsh and ingratiating my self with the people of Winterhold. And my minions have already begun a campaign to conquer Hammerfell. But I have no need of openly or forcefully conquering the Summerset isles as our goals align. However my opinion of the Aldmeri Dominion is less then the Argonians of Blackmarsh."

Elenwen and Ancano both felt a sting to their pride at that remark.

"And why would that be?!" exclaimed Ancano. "Why would you hold those reptiles in higher regard then our people. Have not the mer of the Summerset isles built a grand civilization. We also fought off the Deadra of Mehrunes Dagon centuries before during the oblivion crisis."

I nodded acknowledging these facts. "I understand that however. During the oblivion crisis the Argonians were able to fight off the Daedra invasion without any significant losses. The Altmer of the Summerset islands on the other hand lost the crystal tower. Say what you will about how crude and backward the swamp people are but they are to be respected for their determination and unity in the face of crisis. Something to consider when the various races of mer are scattered, devolved and more often the not needlessly make enemies because of needless brutality. For example I've heard in the ancient past some Ayleids turned cruelty into an art form, from setting human children on fire to making sculptures out of human bones and making gardens out of human entrails. And even sacrificing slaves to appease the Daedra."

Elenwen felt a sense of shame at being compared to the Ayleids but was also interested in Anon'xils wording. "You said devolved. What does that mean? I understand that the various races of Mer such as the Dunmer, Altmer and Bosmer all live in different provinces of the continent but none are devolved? Unless... you mean the Ice elves?!"

"Yes I do. You know that the Falmer creatures are the modern day survivors of the once great people, the Ice or perhaps Snow elves rather. I plan on returning them to their once proud status. I even know where one pure Snow elf yet lives."

Elenwens expression turned to incredulity. "Impossible! For even one of their kind to yet remain! Where is he?"

"In a secret sanctuary. I've had my people keep watch on him from a distance as I don't plan on meeting him just yet. And also concerning the Falmer I plan on altering them to restore them to what they once were as a people. Though that will take time. The degeneration they have incurred is far reaching and not so easily undone. I plan on making the last Snow elf survivor the king of the restored Snow Elf people when I get around to recruiting him. But I highly doubt he'll accept unless he has a people to rule."

Elenwen nodded in agreement. "Understandable. If he's been on his own for untold centuries he will not take to the new position easily. He will need time too acclimate."

I shrugged with a huff. "Well that's for later anyway. I'll come by later so that we can have a more formal meeting. Until then lady Elenwen. Oh and Ancano you can keep the ring. Not like I need it anyway."

Ancano and Elenwen watched as the the demon-lord and his companion teleported away.

Elenwen stared into space deep in thought. "Well this has been a interesting day. I have much to think about and to consider. And the leaders of the Aldmari Dominion must be made aware of this development. Weather or not this Anon'xil will prove to be a powerful ally or enemy has yet to be seen. And Ancano."

"Yes lady Elenwen?"

"Give me the rings.

Gulping down a sense of dissatisfaction Ancano obeyed his superior pulling the rings off and handing them to her. "May I ask what your going to use them for?"

Elenwen examined the rings before putting them on. "We must learn as much as we can from them. And they will prove helpful in proving to the leaders of the dominion that everything I'm going to tell them is true. Oh and return to the college Ancano."

With that last command Elenwen vanished in a wisp of light and shadow leaving Ancano to sigh at losing his rings and started the long walk back to Winterhold.

=Meanwhile=

At the college of Winterhold.

After introducing C.C. as another of my apprentices I decided to go looking for another possible recruit for my minions.

"And where are we going?" C.C. asked as she and Anon'xil in his Azure the Kobold disguise descended the stairs into the midden below the college.

"Looking for clues as to the story of some guy called Ulves Seloth. I know he was last to have a powerful Daedric sword and I want her."

C.C. raised a eye brow. "Her?"

"Supposedly Umbra's a sentient weapon. Kind of like my Sword Devil minions except she's just a intelligent sword with powerful abilities. I'm wondering if I can't make her into a sword devil minion granting her the ability to take a humanoid form?"

"And your dragging me along because?"

"To have a adventure together."

C.C. smiled at that feeling a sense of excitement she thought she wouldn't ever feel again. Along with some jealousy. Knowing Anon'xil he wants to fuck this Umbra as soon as she gets a body of flesh and bone.

Descending the stairs they arrived at a room with several hanging cages and a beam of energy in the middle passing through a circular hollow metal bars the center and ascending through another hole in the ceiling. Passing through the ruins and descending even deeper they quickly encountered a pack of Ice Wraiths. The creatures swiftly charged upon hearing the disturbance of their lair.

"What are those things?!" cried C.C. as the three misty creatures flew at them.

"Ice wraiths. Just blast them with a few fire balls. They die easy."

Turning back to the creatures nearly upon her C.C. felt a little scared. Fighting in a Knightmare frame was one thing but doing so with the high risk of her own body in direct combat was quit another. She had also started hating the idea of relying on her immortality to save her dew to the training she received and feeling more confident in her self.

Sensing C.C.'s hesitation I pulled out my fire sword in case she couldn't react in time.

C.C. stared into the non existent eyes of the flying ice creatures nearly upon her. She held her arm out instinctively casting great fire ball. The giant sphere of black- fire filled the whole tunnel blocking off the creatures path and no doubt killing them. But a spell of that magnitude in such a small space burned away the oxygen. Anon'xil and C.C. gasped as they recovered from the rapid decrease of breathable air.

"Gasp! I said a few fire balls not... Gasp! A inferno!"

C.C. gasped for air to as the new fresh air blew in from elsewhere. "Sorry. Gasp! I panicked."

"Ugh just don't do that again. I know personal combat is not your forte but you need to learn to at least control and use your powers better."

C.C. stood up with a bitter sense of shame hanging on her chest. "Ok I get it. Just give me some time to acclimate to all this ok."

Recovering after near accidental self imposed suffocation we continued further into the midden arriving at the Atronach Forge. Looking around I found a old dusty instruction book. It was half molded and some of it's pages were dry and easily crumbled but it was still mostly legible.

"What's that?"

"A instruction book of some kind. I already know all about all of this thanks to my meta-knowledge but to make all this more fun I locked those memories away for the time being so were going to have to follow the clues."

Reading the book cover to cover I realized it had a lot more in it then the game. Eventually I came to the end which sounded off with the mention of a iron dagger and daedra heart. Standing up I pulled a iron dagger from my inventory and casually summon a daedra from Oblivion. Using biomancy and spirit manipulation I pulled the heart from the chest of a vary surprised daedra as soon as it appeared.

C.C. wide eyed just stared.

I turned to the surprised C.C. "What? I needed a daedra heart and he wasn't going to give it willingly."

Placing the two items into the offering box I activated the forge. Unlike the game where you pull a leaver this required me to infuse mana into the forge and place my hand onto the large soul gem on a control pedestal. Which I learned by reading the book.

A summon sphere of like when a daedra was summoned appeared leaving behind a book which promptly fell onto the platform. Picking it up it's title read Ulves Seloths Journal.

"Huh? He actually named his journal his journal? Well whatever."

I read the book and its story was really weird. It was basically about a talking dog of the daedric prince Clavicus Vile showing Ulves to the sword Umbra. He went mad obsessing about the blade so much he never let go of it and went on a killing spree and one day he tripped and dropped the cursed blade which freed him from it's control. So basically like Saurons one ring except the sword sucked at manipulating people unless they touched it and people killed by the sword had their souls sent to Clavicus Vile for all eternity.

Anyway as the journal goes on it said Ulves vowed to unmake the sword Umbra. So he traveled to the college of Winterhold joined the college and experimented on ways to do that. His creation of the Atronach Forge was one step in his new goal and it worked. But instead of destroying the sword he re-forged it into Daumbra. The process purified Umbra or father Daumbra of Clavicus Viles taint and connection. But apparently Ulves abandoned the blade in the dwemer ruin of Zeb. So it should still be there.

C.C. leaned over my shoulder reading with me. "So were heading to some place called Zeb then?"

Sigh. No. I don't know where that particular ruin is because of my memory block. So we'll just have to do things the hard way and look around. There should be a map or something of Dwemer ruins in Blackreach. Come on lets get going. I'll just teleport us there and."

"No!"

I turned to C.C. feeling quite confused. "Huh? Why not?"

"Because if we just teleport everywhere we'll be done with this little adventure much too soon."

Raising my head in thought I sighed knowing she might play this card. Not that I'm in a particular hurry anyway. "Fine we'll go the scenic route. Just don't complain when you get blisters from the horse saddle."

"We can fly you know." she retorted.

It was my turn to stare at her. "I thought you wanted to go slow."

C.C. smirked pulling a customized broom from her dimensional storage. "There's slow and inconvenient. And then there's scenic and comfortable."

I raised a eye brow examining the well crafted broom. "I see your taking this whole Witch thing seriously huh!"

She glared. "Is that a problem!?"

"No no. Just wanted to know what your character settings were."

=Meanwhile=

A few hours in the past.

Just after Anon'xil, C.C. Elenwen and Ancano left High Hrothgar two dragons arrived. One black with a gleaming crimson eye in it's forehead the other a great elder of white and grey. Atop the throat of the world they met landing across from one another atop the relatively small flat area of the mountains peak. The two stared at each other a moment noting their forms. The black dragon found it as odd that the white one crawled on its wings and hand no arms only wings as much as the white and grey dragon found it fascinating that the black one had six appendages two legs, two arms with clawed hands and a strong pair of wings as well as that beautiful red eye.

"Who are you old one?" spoke the black dragon.

"Paarthurnax. I do not know you. And I am one of the oldest dragons of Nirn."

"I am Kalameet. I seem to be where I should not be. Yet I find this land... interesting. I originally hail from a land called Oolacile. It was a dying land on another world. I was taken from my own world by black vines and sent here. I know not why. But being able to see another of my own kind if not the same still fills my heart with nostalgia and joyous companionship of my own kin."

Paarthurnax thought on Kalameets words. "Why do you say that I am not the same as you?"

Kalameet paused a moment then raised up standing up on his back legs.

"You only have but wings to crawl on. I was already attacked by another like you. Though young and brash. I felt his death at the hands of a human after I left him wounded."

"Mirmulnir" Paarthurnax spoke pain in his voice. "I knew him. But do not be concerned. I have no intention of revenge. For he has died once before and had been resurrected. Then chose to use his new life to wreak havoc needlessly."

Kalameet growled in thought. "You said he was already dead and was resurrected? Who would have the ability and desire to bring dead dragons back to life?"

Paarthurnax hummed in thought. "My elder brother Alduin has such an ability. But he has his own objective. He has no reason to return our long dead kin to this material plan. But there are those of the dragon cult. They worshiped us in the ancient past and our egos were stoked in the fire of their fervor and worship. This lead to Alduin in his arrogance to declare him self a god. Seeing how the humans foolish worship of us had corrupted my kin I sided with the humans along side one of the Aedra Kyne teaching them ways and granting them powers to fight off my corrupted kin and their worshipers."

"I would like to hear more about this worlds history and of your kin of this world." requested Kalameet.

Paarthurnax made a fanged grin. "Then let me recount the long tail of this world Nirn It's creation and history from my perspective."

=Meanwhile=

With my arms wrapped around C.C.'s waist we road upon her broom flying over Skyrims mountains and rivers and plains as we made our way to the tower of Mzark the short cut to Blackreach.

"The views breathtaking." C.C. noted with a subtle smile.

"Your smiling."

"And what's wrong with that?!"

"Nothing. It's just before you were always dour and stoic and never smiled."

C.C. thought back to her previous life as a lone immortal living in a world that always seemed to pass her by. Back then no matter how many people she met she always outlived them. They would grow old and die while she would always stay the same and unchanging. Over the many decades and centuries she lost her cheerfulness and love for life. Regressing defensively to protect her own heart by closing it off. That is until she meet a certain demon-lord that pulled her out of her shell.

"Well that's your fault isn't it."

"Guess so." I said with a grined.

Our flight took several hours as we both enjoyed the simple view and the lands natural beauty.

Landing at the tower of Mzark we took the once locked now open elevator down to Blackreach and from there we went to the command room where Drakar met us yet again. Upon hearing what information we needed he shuffled through a pile of papers on all the information he had discovered since taking Black Reach over.

His information on the recorded ruins of the Dwemer in skyrim showed a map and a location of the place we needed to go. And also it was called Xrib not Zeb. My bad but the pages were a bit worn away in the journal. Taking flight once again we headed to a location that was just a few kilometers south west of Winterhold.

Upon reaching the location we looked around from the air quickly spotting the alter below. Landing we examined the location and found a stone slab inscription named Umbra's Epitaph. The inscription was little more then Clavicus Vile propaganda trying to down play and denounce Ulves success in purifying Umbra. But the information did indicate the pit just below the alter was the entrance to the location of Umbras resting place.

I just jumped down while C.C. floated down on her broom. Not that she can't fly without it she just likes the aesthetic I guess.

Moving through the cave we come across some traps and Falmer. I let C.C. deal with the blind creatures while I disabled the traps. Going further in we arrived at some oddly angled ruins. Moving through the ruins we encounter more Falmer easily eliminating them and progressing on words until we reached another ice cave. Moving through the cave we quickly arrived at more Dwemer ruins and started fighting off more Falmer and giant spider pets they had tamed.

Entering the main ruin structure we immediately encounter a pair of Chorus and more Falmer. Battling through them and progressing deeper in we enter a much larger chamber with a high ceiling covered in blue glowing moss or something. Murdering our way through more Falmer and their insectoid pets we finally reach a alter with a Dwemer chest beside it. I let C.C. loot the chest while I examined the alter with the cool looking sword recessed into it.

Examining the blade with my magic eyes I can see that its quite powerful and alive as the pulsing of Mana radiated through it. The alter also seems to be a seal keeping the blade asleep. Yanking the blade off the alter It quickly reanimates pulling out of my hands and levitating in the air.

"Oh! Hello stranger. For what reason have you awakened me from my slumber?" the sword spoke in a melodic voice.

"Will you let my friend grind her pussy against your handle?"

"What!?" C.C.

"What?!" Daumbra.

"Sorry I just had to ask. I'm a perverted Demon-lord so Its my principal."

The two just stare at me accusingly.

"You are quit the... strange one?" Daumbra spoke floating about as if examining the man.

"I like to prefer that I'm the kind of guy that like's to enjoy like and all it has to offer both the good and the bad and perverted. Also question. Do you want to have a humanoid form?"

"Well? It would be interesting to experience what it would be like to have a body of flesh and bone. However I prefer my pure state."

"Well I have minions that can shape shift between a humanoid form and a weapon form like you. Join me and I might be able to grant you the same ability. Though I'm still unsure how it would effect your abilities and power. This would be the first time I make a intelligent sword my servant."

"Hm? I suppose. It's better then wasting away here. But why do you desire my power?"

I shrug. "Oh I have a whole plan to conquer this world and many others while recruiting interesting people and or beings like you. And having lots of sex with said beings. And maybe kids later."

The legendary sword Daumbra floated their silently a moment. Then she burst into laughter while fluttering about energetically. As Daumbra's laughter echoed through the caves C.C. finished looting the chest.

"I think you broke her."

"Nah she's just enjoying her self."

Daumbra's laughing fit eventually slowed and stopped.

"Your a vary strange man. I like you. Vary well I'll join you. After all your the first person to make me laugh. I... enjoyed it."

With Daumbra tagging along we exited the cave.

"Ah! the sky. It's been so long since I felt free. Though I am somewhat famished."

"So I assume you eat life force or souls then?" I asked.

Daumbra floated about. "Yes. It is simply what I am. You eat flesh and wheat while I gain sustenance from the souls and lifeforce of the beings I slay regardless of what they are. Does this disturb you?"

"Not really. Now lets get back to my place and see if we can't upgrade you." I turn to C.C. "We can teleport this time can't we?"

C.C. "Yes this time."

Focusing on the point of arrival and with intent I teleport the three of us across the continent into the Incarnation chamber deep within my dungeon.

"Oh! You are powerful to have used such magic!" Daumbra said sounding quit impressed. "What is this chamber?"

"This is the incarnation circle. I'm going to try and bind you to me while remaking you into one of my Minion types called a Sword Devil. They are relatively weak on their own but they can transform into a moderately powerful magic weapon of any type I choose. But I think you'll be much more powerful then that."

Daumbra floated closer. "Bind me to your self? I already said I would follow you willingly. I don't like the idea of being forced to be your slave?!"

"Yes while this ritual grants me the option to make someone my slave or not it's a requirement for giving you a humanoid form. I know we just met and you have no reason to trust me but believe me when I say I prefer my girls loyal by their own will. I am the Demon lord of perversion and the best type of perversion and or corruption is the kind that's chosen freely of ones own free will."

"You can trust him." spoke C.C. he may be evil and a huge pervert but he's trust worthy unless he intends to actually backstab someone. And your not the kind of... person... being he would betray since he wants you to join his harem. That was what you had in mind right?"

I stare at C.C. "Wow you figured that out huh?"

Daumbra thought a moment. "Vary well. I will trust you."

Daumbra floated into the center of the giant Incarnation circle and I started the ritual connecting with my Demon-Core as the room glows with light from the incarnation circle. Selecting Sword Devil as the minion type I then connected with Daumbras soul as the ritual started changing her existence. I then customized her humanoid form to look like a semi-athletic Demonic women with dark purple hair and violet eyes.

I felt Daumbras soul and existence start to be remade and reshaped.

In the final phase of the ritual I altered her sword form slightly. The first change was moving those four spike things along the blade down to its base and closer together. I then enlarged her pommel and changed her handle to a slightly longer flat black rectangle for proper edge alignment and add silver parts at both ends that widen for a better grip with both hands. The hand guard kept its crystal spikes but was straitened out now extending straight out from the hilt to be actually able to block a enemy blade.

The ritual completed and the reborn Daumbra stood up. Her violet eyes blinked as she perceived the world in a new light and in a new form. She examined her new form feeling her own limbs and skin as various expressions of discovery and emotions play across her face.

I stared at her DD boobs. "Nice." C.C. elbowed me in the side. "Ow! What?"

C.C. rolled her eyes. "Just because."

Daumbra walked up to me and kneeled. "Master I realized I never actually asked for you name? I must properly thank you."

"I am the demon lord of perversion Anon'xil and you Daumbra are now one of my warriors/women. Do you like your new body?"

Daumbra stood up holding her self. "Yes. My previous form was hard and stiff but. This form is so sensitive and... flexible! Weak but expressive."

I ogled her body as she continued examining her self. "Em yeah I beat! By the way why not try out your new sword form. I had changed that too just a little. Just close your eyes and focus on the form you want."

Daumbra closed her eyes and quickly shifted into her new sword form. She again became a floating sword but one that looked more practical for real combat. Not that her previous form was weak it was just not the best designed. Then again she was created by Clavicus Vile so yeah.

She zipped around the room flying in zig-zagging patterns spinning and rotating before landing and retaking her demonic humanoid form.

"I feel stronger then before. Lighter too."

I wrapped my arm around her waist. "Well then lets break that new body in shall we. Coming C.C.?"

C.C. rolled her eyes. "Sure why not."

[Lemon]

Arriving in my private room I instantly striped to my birthday suit and jumped onto my rather large king sized bed posing on my side.

"Ready when you are ladies!"

Daumbra giggled walking over. She leaned over crawling across the bed to me, placing her face close to mine. "I can't wait to enjoy the rainbow of experiences and sensations with this body. I have already enjoyed the sensitive sensation of skin as the air blows across my bare form. I wonder how the act of... physical intimacy will feel?!"

I ran my fingers through her beautiful hair. "I'll make sure you enjoy your self. Though I'll warn you the first time does hurt a bit. But only the first time."

I reached around her head pushing our lips together.

C.C. pulled the last of her clothes off as the other two engaged in passionate lip to lip action. "You could at least wait for me."

C.C. slapped Daumbra on her tight ass and proceeded to finger her women hood.

Daumbra fidgeted as she was tag teamed from both ends. But slowly began enjoying her self. The sensations of the flesh were worlds apart from how it felt for her as a hard blade. The feeling as she cut through a persons ribs or severed their heads was the closest sensation she had ever felt that could possibly approach sex. The feeling of their flesh and bone giving way and their blood and gore drenching her body. But that would have been more akin to a male feeling of penetrating a woman's body. And not in a good way.

This however. She was the one getting penetrated now in both her mouth and pussy. The sensations of her masters tongue slipping into, around and over hers felt vary enjoyable. And C.C.'s fingers were divine the way they played with her folds and that small but sensitive spot between her legs. Yes she was going to enjoy learning about the ways of the flesh vary much.

C.C. was gentle in her stimulation of the newly reborn women's body. Though she had started out as a cursed magical sword she was still her own person. A person with her own desires wants and needs. And right now those needs included learning how pleasurable sex and physical intimacy could be.

The feeling of her tight virgin pussy was enjoyable in it's own way even though C.C. was just using her hands. Her mind drifted back to the recent foursome she had and the pleasure she felt when climaxing with a penis for the first time. It wasn't as intense as a orgasm with her vagina but it was thrilling to have had the opportunity to experience what men feel. A vary perverted thought ran through C.C.'s head. Apart of her thought that if she went forward with this that she would be crossing a line that she couldn't easily return from.

But as she listened to Daumbras muffled moans she made up her mind wanting to enjoy the pleasure of taking this sword women's first time.

"Master can I have that other sword you gave me before?" C.C. asked staring into his eyes.

I raised a eye brow breaking lip contact with Daumbra. "Ok but only because I like your plan."

Reaching between C.C.'s legs I cast Futa and the glowing crest appeared along with the large hard dick. C.C. slowly touched her self rubbing her hands up and down her new shaft while Daumbra watched seemingly transfixed by the situation change.

"Daumbra your now going to feel what it's like to lose your virginity." I told her.

Daumbra bit her lower lip as the previous stimulation of her body they gave her had warmed her loins making them ache for something. She knew what that something was and wanted to know what it would feel like. Her master rolled her around onto her back and held her legs up while C.C. held her rod of meat up before pressing it against the lips of Daumbras innocence.

Daumbra bit her thumbnail in anticipation of what came next and vocalized in various ways as she felt her lips being forcibly parted. But at the same time it was gentle like a nice soft cleaning. She had a few memories of Ulves giving her a cleaning when she was just a sword. But that paled in comparison to this. The only thing that is comparable is the gentleness of the motions and the intentions of affection they convey. But this feeling also conveyed sexual intimacy a fact Daumbra richly enjoyed.

With a final grunt and moan from the two C.C.'s cock slid all the way in poking Daumbras cervix making the two gasp for breath together.

C.C. smiled with a pleasured look on her face as the tight soft flesh of Daumbras body wrapped around her cock. "Enjoying your self?"

Daumbra locked eyes with C.C. "Yes this! Hm! Is quite nice. Like a flower being pollinated by a deadly bee my body has been touched and made whole as it serves out its purpose. A purpose my loving master intended."

I looked down at Daumbra. "This is just a fraction of what I intended when I gave you a womb. C.C."

At my prompting C.C. Pulled out only to push back in, thrusting her hips gently and slowly with intent to build Daumbras sensation of pleasure up to a proper orgasm. Daumbra vocalized as she felt the cock slip and slid back and forth in and out. The sensations of flesh on flesh made her head spin as the building pleasure went higher and higher.

C.C. leaned in kissing Daumbra while I massaged her breasts. Gently kneading them with rotational motions while pushing them up and down. Daumbra moaned in delight as her nipples were pinched and pulled and played with.

After a half hour of this double teaming Daumbra finally reached orgasm. Her body felt a radiating electric sensation from her loins that ran through out her body making her hips thrust and jerk on their own as if they had a mind of their own.

"Ahh! Wh...? what was that?"

I held her chin orientating her face towards mine. "That my dear Daumbra was a sexual orgasm. It's a truly enjoyable thing when given with love and lust."

Daumbra smiled as if realizing something. "Ah yes. I think understand much better now."

We kissed while C.C. had her own orgasm filling Daumbra with her creamy white love juices. We stayed like that for another round of orgasms before it was my turn. Daumbra rolled onto her belly ass up as I penetrated her. The sensation was vary different compared to C.C. as my cock had ribs and studs that rubbed against Daumbras walls a lot more giving a sensation and experience that blew the last one away.

Daumbra pressed her face into a pillow as she was railed from behind by that cock. The rapid fire sensations of the studs and ribs rubbing inside of her walls stunned her and the only thing she could do was hold on.

C.C. watched enjoying the view while stroking her self off. She felt a little left out and decided to go for broke. Stepping behind Anon'xil she pushed her self up against him.

Feeling what I thought I was feeling I craned my head back at C.C. who had a lewd smile on her lips as she glared at me.

"Ok have your fun." I sighed.

C.C. instantly thrusted pushing her way into me. You know if it was anyone but her I wouldn't allow it. But then again I'm a perverted bastard and kind of deserved it so I wasn't all that tore up about getting ass fucked by a futa girl. This is well within my acceptability range of perversion. Ass fucked by a hot women with a dick is A ok.

And there we were. Me pounding Daumbra deep and hard while C.C. wrapped her arms around my chest ass fucking me. It was like a sex slinky the way we moved back and forth, back and forth. Our mass and movements rocking the bed which was saying something considering this was the reason I made the corner feet heavy.

After several hours of enjoyable and educational sex we showered and rested nodding off to sleep.

[Lemon End]

=Meanwhile=

In Hammerfell.

"This is vary grave news." said Haldatu the armored captain of the guard of the provinces capital city Sentinel.

"How can we be sure that this attack wasn't a ploy by the Aldmeri Dominion to try and weaken us prior to another invasion?" asked Imiek Rlormam highking of the province.

Ahtus raised his head. "If our words are not enough my lord then why not send a small contingent of your army to make sure. Surly after my families long years of friendship with yours is worth that much?"

Imiek huffed out a sigh. "Vary well. I'll send two hundred but no more. Weather or not this is a Aldmeri plot or a new invader it matters not as they will pay with their lives for daring to step foot in our lands. The Alik'r sands will run red with their blood."

Outside the palace Owyneen and Talist waited.

"You think they'll listen to him?" questioned Talist rubbing his shoulder.

Owyneen shrugged. "Our family has has a complicated relationship with the family of the current Highking. Hopefully they can work out a deal. If we just wait then who knows how many towns or cities will be taken over."

A moment later the doors opened and Ahtus appeared.

"The king is sending two hundred warriors to confirm our clam of these invaders. But we must be at the head of the counter attack."

Owyneen shrugged. "Will that be enough. We don't know what else these invaders are capable of. They can command giant scorpions and their archers can fly. They seem quite tactically minded seeing as their being so cautious."

Ahtus shrugged. "True. Which is why we will lead a scout force to probe their defenses. Hopefully they haven't conquered any more towns. But if they have we must be aware of it. Once we head out with the army we must be thoughtful and careful but also decisive. We can ill a ford another full scale invasion like the Aldmeri Dominion."

Owyneen and Talist agreed. With in the day the three brothers and two hundred skilled and battle hardened warriors of Hammerfell set off from Sentinel marching on camel eastwards.

=Meanwhile=

A Witch wearing a wide brimmed hat to keep the burning sun light off her hovered high above observing the movements of the Redguard army. She easily noticed the movements of several hundred warriors exiting the city.

"Oh my? Their only sending a few hundred. The Redguard sure are underestimating us... But what if their only sending two hundred from here. They could be sending more troops from other locations? If that's true these Redguards aren't as hurt from the war with the Aldmeri then we first thought. Better tell the boss about this."

The Witch opened a portal and quickly arrived at the home base of the invasion forces. The facility built into the Dragons teeth mountains was a ten level supply and command facility. It's location high in the mountains meant that it couldn't easily be sieged and was normally invisible as only a part of the upper levels is above ground and well camouflaged.

The Witch arrived just over the landing platform quickly making her way to the security check point. After getting scanned and her ID confirmed by the security system and guards she rushed in quickly making her way to the command room where she had to go through another security scan.

Entering the command room she quickly spotted a Demonic Scholar who served as the tactical head of the invasion.

"Reporting. I spotted two hundred Redguard warriors moving eastwards from Sentinel commander."

The demon Scholar sipped her coffee slowly turning to the reporting Witch. "Was that the exact number?"

"Uh? There were three more men at the head of the army now that I remember. Also I think there maybe more being sent from other locations. Maybe?"

The Demon scholar pushed her glasses up as she glared at the Witch. "Your job is not to make theories but to follow orders."

The Witch snapped a salute. "Sorry ma'am. But we were all trained to be thoughtful and never assume... Oh yeah I see what you mean."

"Good. Now that your more self aware why not get back out there and make sure that there are no other army groups heading for our outpost at Stonedale."

"Yes Ma'am."

The Witch departed returning to her duties. The Demon Scholar stood up examining her map of Hammerfell.

"Now that their moving against us we need to be patient and let them fall into our masters plan. Simple as it is I still have to agree with Blackrose and Mimiru that its the best option given the Redguards disposition and culture. Speaking of which I should inform them of the approaching enemy armies."

=Meanwhile=

A day later.

The threesome with C.C. and Daumbra was great. But now it was time to get back to work and get shit done. I had been planning on improving things in Winterhold and gaining the respect and loyalty of the Jarl and the College but it won't be easy as it requires only the use of the resources of the hold and Collage otherwise it wont be worth a damn. Which is why I'm currently in a meeting with the arch-mage and the Jarl.

The two leaders stared at me from across the table inside my house beside the Azure forge shop. Daumbra was a fly on the wall in her sword form leaning against the wall while C.C. served the two men a cup of coffee and a plate of cookies.

"Please enjoy the drinks and snacks if they are to your liking." I said gesturing to them.

The two men took a sip of their coffee and a cookie each looking like they rather enjoyed them.

Jarl Korir set his drink down giving the Argonian a serious look. "So for what reason have you called us here?"

Savos remained silent while listening.

"Well I've known about the history of Winterhold for a while and there's a reason I came here. I always like being productive and creating tools to fix problems. The problem Winterhold has is that most of the land the capital city slipped into the sea along with said city. I can help with that. But it will require the help of everyone at the collage."

Savos tapped a finger on the table. "Are you proposing we some how raise the earth from the sea from which it fell all those years ago?!"

I stared him down. "Are you saying we can't do it?"

Korir listened intently having a vary vested interest in the contents of the conversation.

"Not exactly. Levitation magic is possible but... to use it over such a wide area would take considerable magicka. Collectively there isn't enough between all the members of the collage to even safely attempt the feat."

"Perhaps but I do recall Vivec of Morrowind holding a massive rock in the air from impacting his city. What were doing is only a one time event."

Savos nodded. "I agree but even if we had the energy to conduct such a spell it would take months of planning to understand the layout of the land under and around the college to make sure the land was stable before and after the spells activation."

I smirked. "You mean geographic survey information like this." I say placing a folder on the table.

Savos took the folder looking through its contents. He flipped through the pages reading each fully before closing the folder with a impressed look on his face.

"This is a vary comprehensive data on the geological structure below the college and along the coast. You've come prepared I see."

I shrug smugly. "I did come here with the intention of restoring Winterhold to it's former glory. Plus this project will be a test of the colleges knowledge and power. I'm sure your reputation will spread far and wide once Winterhold is restored."

Jarl Korir entered the conversation. "Hold on now what your proposing could endanger what's left of Winterhold! Could it even be possible to bring the land back to what it was before the great collapse?"

I gave the Jarl a stern look. "Yes yes it is. Also while me and my apprentices conducting the survey of the areas geology we discovered that the former cities foundation included unstable rock and dirt. Weather the storms that ate away at the old cities foundation was natural or not the coastline was doomed to eventually fall into the sea at some point. Such is the ways of nature."

"Are you sure?" asked the surprised Jarl.

I picked up the file folder turning the pages to the geology survey and handed it to him. Korir took it and read through the detailed information. After about ten minutes he set the folder down.

"By the nine divines was the city destined to just collapse like it did." he sighed.

Savos spoke up. "The coast of Winterhold was probably eroding for centuries. The series of storms that struck Winterhold during the collapse just tipped things over the edge of what the land could take. It's not unheard of for large parts of the sea to collapse dew to a strong storm buffering the coast."

Korir stared at Savos. "And how do you explain the collage surviving while the land around it didn't."

"Actually I can explain that one. From what I've learned about the collage and the geology of that pillar it rests upon It seems magicka energy and the midden below the collage has suffused the land with arcane energy. That's entered the surrounding land causing it to be more sturdy then normal. That dumb luck is what saved the collage. But even that has it's limit. The pillar the collage rests on is not one big rock and so it is eroding. Just slower. I would say the collage will collapse in one to two hundred more years. I'm actually shocked and horrified no one's even looked into weather or not the damn pillar that supports the collage would last. Vary sloppy Savos. Tsk tsk."

As I wag my finger in disappointment the Jarl and Savos both lowered their heads deep in thought considering their options.

"How long would it take to restore the land?" Korir questioned.

"I've already made basic preparations."

With a snap of my clawed finger two of my apprentices entered with a floating orb roughly the size of a basketball.

"This is a magicka orb designed to store massive amounts of Magical energy. It and the others we can make will solve the energy problem. After that all we need to do is plan how to move and shift the rock of the surrounding area around to create a stable land that will stand the test of time."

Savos stroked his beard in contemplation. "I feel that it contains a incredible amount of magicka. With a few more of these I believe we could easily reshape the coast line. Though it will still require a considerable effort and focus. And there will always be risk but. I have high confidence that it would work now. Though safety must still be a high consideration."

"And what if this ritual fails and what's left of Winter hold falls into the sea?" Korir questioned.

"Well you don't have to say yes to this plan and keep Winterhold like it is." I countered.

Jarl Korir considered that. To try and restore the city to it's former glory with a risk or to languish in the current monotony and shame. "Winterhold as it stands is nearly nothing. To risk almost nothing to gain everything back isn't a question. Azure you've helped me and my people and even provided rather interesting and helpful items. I trust that you are serious in your desire to restore Winterhold to its former glory. You have my permission to attempt this restoration."

I turned to Savos. "Well the Jarl is on board. What about you Arch-mage?"

Savos took a moment to consider the options and possible consequences. "I am in agreement. This endeavor will take time and resources to properly prepare for but it is worth the possible rewards."

The rest of the meeting entailed how we would prepare the ritual to restore Winterhold. We went through several cups of coffee and plates of snacks while we talked through the day. Savos Aren examined the Magicka orb as I explained its structure and creation. I also proposed that alteration magic be used to create storage rooms in the mountains surrounding Winterhold to act as temporary housing and storage while the ritual is conducted.

After a few days we had everyone in the collage working on one aspect of the plan or supporting those that were. Most of the mages poured their time into creating four more Magicka orbs and then filling them with energy. The others helps create the large scale alteration spell that would reshape the landscape. It included telekinesis and levitation as well as a massive amount of fire magic to liquify the rocks so they could be reshaped more easily along with powerful frost spells to quickly cool the molten rock. After a week the preparations were completed and everyone evacuated the town while the mages remained in the collage to control the spell.

The students Brelyna, Onmund and J'zargo were all quite excited about the project and helped out as much as they could. But others were troublesome such as in the case of Nirya and Faralda. Faralda supported the restoration project while Nirya seemingly out of spite highly criticized it as foolish and dangerous.

Tolfdir as the collages alteration master and Faralda as a master of destruction were heavily involved in writing the spell as it would destroy what was and create something new so Destruction and Alteration were key requirements to make it work and they were the colleges masters in those fields.

My own Witch's and my self were also heavily involved as we provided the Magicka orbs to hold the energy to fuel the spell and helped fill them. I even created special staves to help control the energy as it was much more then normal mages could handle. With the exception of the arch-mage and my self.

Eventually everything that could be done to prepare was done and there was nothing else to do but begin the ritual to restore Winterhold and the reputation of the college of magic. While standing a top the colleges highest point Savos Aren held one of the magicka control staves with the magicka orbs floating around him. Surrounding him was all of the colleges members who would provide support in controlling the flow of energy while the arch-mage would control the ritual spell as it reshaped the landscape.

As the spell activated a magic circle appeared in the sky above the collage expanding to cover several kilometers which would be effected by the ritual. The land shook and sea thrashed about on the rocks of the coast as the water began to boil and steam. The flow of magicka from the orbs to the control staves doubled in intensity as the sea of ghosts receded and a massive flood of magma flowed up from the sea up to and passed the foundation of the college to the coast line.

The steaming churning magma pooled upon it's self raising higher and higher until it formed a small lake of the molten rock. The lake of magma ascended up the rock walls of the coast until reaching near the current coastline near the town. Then the magma pool seemingly started curling back in on it's self as a unseen barrier pushed it from the town and soon the magma reached the foundation of the college.

Then a massive frost spell was cast on the magma rapidly cooling it into dark cool solid rock. The cooling process took a full hour to complete as the deeper parts of the magma couldn't be left semisolid or it would compromise the future cities stability. Looking around the college Savos could see that the massive empty space around the pillar the college rested on had been filled in. But that left the final bit to complete. Checking on how much Magicka was left he once again melted the rock under the sea of ghosts and pulled it up to form a twenty meter thick wall of magma that covered the new coast line and flash cooled it again with a great display of frost magic creating a smooth thick barrier that would resist the future storms that would no doubt strike the new coast.

The ritual completed and the majority of the stored magicka spent Savoes Aren dropped to his knees exhausted from his effort. Even though he was not the only one casting the grand ritual spell he was the one directing the rituals power and that took a considerable mental effort. He retired to his room to rest while the others took stock of the new lands stability.

While I helped to check the lands stability C.C. floated on her broom over head. "You could have simply restored the land your self. I know how powerful you are. Why the subterfuge?"

I kneeled placing a hand on the ground and using earth sense to feel the lands condition. "Because my plan is to ingratiate my self with these people and gain their trust before I reveal my true nature to them. They'll be more willing to join me if they trust me. And after Winterhold gets back on its feet they will have more of a reason to side with me."

C.C. gave a insightful glare. "Your planning on having Jarl Korir become high king of skyrim aren't you?"

I stop locking eyes with her. "Wow! Impressive insight! I'm actually surprised you guessed that correctly. Yeah that's the plan. With the land restored I need only wait for people to start returning here and making Winterhold into the powerful hold it used to be. And concerning that I will only have to wait a few more weeks as I'm planning on attacking Windhelm and restoring Winterhold to its past glory.

=Chapter End=