They brought her out of the temple and into the morning dusk. "Where is the gem?" Said the leader.
She gave it back. "Good," the dark cloaked figure said. Then, one of her captors pulled out an amulet. Haelia realized that it was an amulet of recall, and knowingly, she waited.
The scene changed. The appearance of fog and early morning in Hla Oad was soon smothered by a dark cavern. She appeared to be in some type of rocky hallway. In front of her, she could see the exit of the cavern. The exit glowed a reddish hue, just like the ruby soul gem did. For the first time, she caught a look of her captors. They were dunmer with fiery eyes, blue greenish skin, and nostrils that had too much hair. At the same time, she could smell this grotesque stink from her captors. The leading one murmured something harsh, and the rest grunted back. Where am I? She thought.
They lead her through the entrance to a voluminous fire pit. "Oh no!" She cried, as the flames curled smoke upwards and crashing waves of boiling crimson flew over every crevice and rock beneath. "No!" don't throw me. She suddenly wished she hadn't enchanted herself with the soul gem.
A rumble emanated from beneath.
"Where is my consort's soul?" It rumbled. It was a heavy godlike voice.
"Here," the leading cloaked figure said, as he raised the ruby gem for all to see.
"Ahh, yes." Said the fire pit. "Have it closer. Finally, I am reunited with the love of my life. Bring it closer. For the years I've searched for you. You were hidden by a devious magician! Now, he is dead. You and I are once more! Bring it closer, slave!"
The leading figure walked forward, feeling proud of himself. He lifted his hand straight into the air. On it was the ruby. Haelia Dhur remembered that the soul was not in the gem. And then she thought, Did the PIT say consort? There was a rumble. The wall shook. "There is nothing here!"
"I… I… I'm sorry, your godliness!" Stammered the figure. Suddenly, flames spiraled upwards from below. It engulfed the figure. It appeared the fire pit was angry.
"Where is the soul?" It rumbled.
Haelia Dhur suddenly felt a need to speak out. "I have the soul."
"You?" Said the walls. "Come closer."
Haelia Dhur walked to the fire pit, nearer to the edge.
"Well!" The walls said, "You do have the soul! – Prepare the wedding ceremony!" It said to the other dunmer. They began to scatter, preparing things for the ceremony.
Haelia Dhur jumped. "Wait…! Whaaaat?" she stammered. "Whose wedding?"
"Your wedding!"
Haelia was dumbfounded. "With who?"
"Me!" Suddenly, a large beast appeared twenty feet tall. It had a reddish glow, scales, fire wreathing from its nostrils, and on top of that, two big round horns from the side of its head. The smell of this beast was copper and sulfite.
"And who the devil are you?" Screamed Haelia Dhur.
"I am Molag Bal." The beast smiled, a hideous wretching curve on its sizzling face. It moved closer, "At last, you will marry me, darling!" As it moved, its bulging muscles ripped through the suffocating air above the fire pit.
"No!" cried Haelia Dhur.
Haelia Dhur turned around and ran out of the pit. She sprint through the dunmer slaves, who quickly moved out of the way. They didn't want to interfere with any household crisis that involved Molag Bal. She sprinted through the long cave, and out into the morning sunlight.