Ok, I know that the time frames in this chapter aren't right according to the game. Like—it only took you maybe two or three days to complete the whole main quest (if you beat it a few times), well I'm gonna stretch it out and make it more believable like… three weeks. That gives the Hero time to rest and drink and do quests than come back and rest and drink again. Just thought I'd cover myself before anyone flames me for making the time period too long. Thank you for reading, I'm so happy to see people enjoying this story. I'm also happy to read critiques and try and get better. Hope you enjoy.

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Three weeks had passed since the assassins' attack in the Imperial Prison. The Asquerana family had found that the mansion they bought indeed was haunted; therefore, they moved their settlement out to an abandoned farm called Gweden. After a few hours at the farm, the Asquerana family found that there was a series of crimes and murders there, so they quickly sprinted back to Anvil and stayed in the 'Count's Arms'. The reunion of mother, father, daughter, butler and sons was a rather joyous one. Her eldest of brothers, Daelon, had long straight black hair that shined like oil. Part was braided and pulled back into an Elven bound hairstyle while the lower and longer part of his hair merely fell at his shoulder. His eyes were of amber, just like his mother. When he first caught sight of his sister his long sun kissed ears perked and he sprinted at her embracing her tightly. "Elizabeth…!" He wheezed in a faltering voice. "I-I… you're alive!"

The maiden grinned and hugged her brother's tall slender body back nearly wrapping her arms fully around him, "Yes, I'm alive."

Her other brothers were twins; Orrick and Caldwyn. Both were tall like Jerald with sandy blonde hair inherited mostly from their mother. Their eyes were moss color and there skin was nearly as pale as Elizabeth's skin. The twins grinned and walked over to either side of the girl wrapping their arms around her and taking turns to speak.

"We thought surely that you were dead!" Orrick chuckled.

"Looks like you proved us wrong!" Caldwyn laughed while messing up his sister's hair.

"How was Oblivion like? Was it scary? What did the Daedra look like?" Orrick questioned.

Caldwyn slapped away the questions with a groan, "It's Elizabeth we're talking about, brother! Surely, she fought off all those nasty brutes like they were only prairie rats!"

Daelon smiled and hugged Elizabeth the tightest. Being the oldest he took on the responsibility of looking after his younger siblings. The day that Kvatch was under siege and Jerald told him that Elizabeth was not coming with, he did all that he could to attempt to go and find her, but Bromus had to drag him through the secret passageway out of Kvatch.

As the brothers departed, Elizabeth looked ahead and saw the old friendly face of the Nord Butler. The girl smiled greatly and rushed over to him with wide arms. The two embraced and Bromus nearly sobbed onto her shoulder. Elizabeth's mother seemed the least pleased about her daughter's return. At sight, Mrs. Asquerana gave her daughter a weak smile and she turned back to her duties. Elizabeth's heart broke and Daelon quickly took Elizabeth away. He smiled as he showed her room in the tavern.

Daelon pushed open her door with a grin, "Orrick and Caldwyn got together and prepared your room for you. They… they knew you only liked to sleep upon down sheets and pillows and that you liked to have a glass of water by your bed."

Elizabeth walked in and held her hands before herself with a smile as she looked upon this beautiful room. There was a little roll of parchment on her bed that had her name on it. She walked over curiously and picked it up soon unrolling it. She blinked and smiled sweetly at what was upon it. Daelon chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck with a weak smile, "Orrick wanted to draw you a picture… and… I guess that's what he did."

Elizabeth looked at the picture of six elven blobs in a huddle as well as a Nordic blob. Surely, this was the Asquerana family. The girl's deep sea eyes shimmered as she looked upon this. Her family had changed so much. Once upon a time they were rude and hateful, but now they seemed to love and cherish each moment together. Daelon leaned upon the doorway and coughed, "… I overheard, father telling mother about what happened in the Imperial City… with the Daedra."

Elizabeth tilted her head to a side. Her eyes narrowed to catlike slits and she questioned casually, "Oh, and what had he said?"

Daelon furrowed his brow while walking inside the room. He wrapped his arms around his sister's neck, leaning his thin jaw upon the crown of her silver head. "… He just said that you had a close brush with assassins. It's absolutely insane that the Daedra are so absorbed into catching you. You're becoming one of the most known Altmer all over Cyrodiil!"

Elizabeth's eyes shimmered in the candlelight. Her hair turned to gold in the dim light that surrounded them. Her eyes searched the floor as she thought wordlessly to herself. "Daelon… may I ask you a question?"

His amber eyes turned into fireflies as he looked down upon her. The candlelight affected his appearance as well, "Of course."

The maiden moistened her lips and inquired; "If…" she creased her brow as she thought of how to word it. She turned to her brother and looked up at him. "If you were a member of the Blade and you… fell in love with a woman of the Mythic Dawn, what would you do?"

Daelon scowled with a slight confusion. Where had this question evolved from? He cleared his throat and let that question process through his mind for a moment or two. It was a very contradicting question, it was. Love was a very beautiful thing and between two people it could end wars—but a Blade and a Mythic Dawn? So opposite. Surely their brethrens' blades would clash more than one time in their courtship. "I'm not specifically sure, Elizabeth. I would say it depends on the person, but even then it would not matter that much. If they were truly in love, then I suppose they would both quit their unions to join one another."

"What if they couldn't?" questioned the girl with wide wondering eyes, "what if they were bound by blood to their unions?"

Daelon's mind fell even further into deliberation as this question developed into quite a challenge. His hand lifted and he rubbed his chin harshly. A profound sigh was let off and he answered, "Eloping would neither solve the problem nor take away the endeavors for everywhere they go the couple shall be judged and hated. I… I would say that it would be easier to move on than to love at all."

Elizabeth turned away and walked to the other side of the room, "I… I see." Devastation and misery overcame her voice and Daelon looked her over with worried eyes.

He stepped near her bed and crossed his arms across his chest, "Why would you ask that question?"

Elizabeth sat down upon her soft luxuriant bed leaning back slightly with fallen eyes. Could she tell her brother? Would he understand? Or would he be as stubborn and cynical as her father was? She closed her eyes and shook her head, "There's no reason."

Daelon watched her posture very carefully. He saw how tense and stressed she was and how tired her muscles were from working so much. Her bowed defeated head gave him another sort of answer. He would not force her to go further into the subject. She would speak when she needed to speak. "Well… I hope you enjoy your room. Dinner is at eight. Don't be late," he walked over to the door and just as he was about to leave he stopped in the threshold and glanced back into the room. His shadow cast over her as she hunched over and placed her elbows upon her thighs. "I'm always here if you need me, Elizabeth. No matter what, you know that right?"

The girl nodded her head simply and called back, "Yes, I know… thank you, Daelon."

He smiled and grabbed the door soon closing it gently. Right as the door had closed, Elizabeth fell to her side in a sobbing fit. Her hands grasped at her pillow as she buried her face into it; hushing herself. She pulled up and glanced to the candle seeing the flame dance for her. Her tired eyes closed and she whispered softly, "Xilivicus… why won't they just understand?"

Her lips pursed as she let the smell of the candle intoxicate her and allowed the darkness to overwhelm her and cover her like a blanket, praying that Dibella and Mara were with Xilivicus, wherever he may be.

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Three weeks.

Twenty One nights of torture.

Twenty One days of heartbreak.

Twenty One reasons why following under the law and authority of Mehrunes Dagon fueled a certain Dremora's hatred and eternal wrath. A dark purple hand rested upon the wicked barred doors of one of the cells of a prison. Ebony fingernails tapped across the bars in rhythm for this was the only form of entertainment that he had gotten. His piercing fiery eyes still alive as ever. When the gong of night had been struck, he had begun his exercising to make certain that his body did not waste away in this Hell.

He carved oval holes in the walls where he could place his hands. He lifted his body off the floor and lifted himself until his head pressed onto the ceiling. He would repeat this one hundred times until his arms seemed entirely dead to him. He would fall upon the floor and begin sit ups. This carried on until the slavers came for him.

A guard unlocked the cell and looked in upon the Churl. "You there, arise."

Xilivicus stood and turned to the guardsman with a somber face. "Is it time already for the torture chambers? My… how time flies in this little room."

The guard shook his head, "Your punishment has come to a halt for the Commander wishes for your company."

The Churl narrowed his eyes with a growl, "Broga wishes for my company? How odd… did he say for what reason?"

"No," the guardsman said, "you are to report to the Watch room overlooking the courtyard. If you stray anywhere else than it shall be back to the torture chamber with you."

Xilivicus stepped out of the cell. His bare back exposing many jagged and morbid scars upon his back appearing as creative designs. His skin had fully healed over and became so much stronger. "Shall I be given no proper clothes to present myself in?"

The guardsman chuckled, "You're lucky he didn't order you to walk there completely bare."

The Churl bowed his head to the guardsman and he began his journey. It felt wonderful to walk down these chambers. He hadn't seen the sky in such a long time that he had forgotten what it looked like. He skipped up the stairs and he came to the threshold that led out to the planes of Oblivion. He rushed out and looked up at the crimson sky and rolling clouds. His heart fluttered as he saw this masterpiece. His eyes quickly located the watch tower where Broga had ordered him to come. Just as he began moving, his eyes came to the great gate that led out of this Hell.

His soul pushed upon the walls of his heart, screaming for his getaway. However, there were guards looming before, behind, and around it. He was far more skilled than them, but they could hold him back long enough for Broga or worse commanders to come and arrest him. His head turned to the watch tower and he quickly jogged over to the main door. His arms throbbed in ache as he approached at the front grand door. The Kynmarcher standing near the door gave Xilivicus a curious look behind his mask for all that the Churl wore were a dirtied and tattered pair of linens. "Sir," the Churl bowed respectively, "I have been summoned by Commander Broga."

The Kynmarcher nodded and turned around to grasp a large black lever. The doors clicked as they slid back into the walls like plates. Xilivicus quickly walked into the darkness, ascending the stairs that led to the great watch room.

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The great watch room was a rather expanded area. Every wall was one majestic looking glass. Holding the glass up were black spider web like structures. There was no sun that resided in Oblivion. Instead, the raging waves of lava acted as Oblivion's light. Far up in the air, the rooms of buildings became much darker. The watch room was an excellent example of this. In the center of the watch room was a great fire pit. It illuminated the entire room. Four benches swirled around the fire pit where Kynmarchers and Kynreeves would rest during their rounds.

Near the window, stood a gargantuan figure that looked over Oblivion as if he were its god. The man's crimson eyes looked at his own reflection on the glass that was before him. His arms wrapped around his back as he stood fully upright. His right firm ebon hand grasped his left wrist in a military manner.

There was a clamor behind him and his jagged curved ear perked. He tilted his head to a side giving a petite glance behind him. He smirked and said, "Ah, brother! How wonderful it is to see you still alive! I feared that you weren't strong enough to last out three weeks in the prison. It appears that you have proved me wrong."

Xilivicus walked forward with hatred swirling like an inferno in those piercing orange eyes of his. "Yes… it appears I have. Why have you called me, Broga?"

The commander turned around soon smoothing a thick black and crimson strand of hair from his face. He grinned and said, "I have shown Oblivion's hospitality to many a stranger who wander by our gate. They have had some interesting things to say in the last few hours of them residing here. Would you like to hear what they have to say?"

The Churl narrowed his eyes and spoke stridently over the roaring of the fire, "Either way I answer you shall force me to tag along, won't you?"

Broga chuckled and crossed his arms over his Daedric attire, "If you answer no than I shall send you back to your little cell for the rest of eternity. Why would you wish that upon yourself, hmm? Come… follow me to the grand tower."

Xilivicus watched Broga walk over to a door that led out to a bridge which crossed over to the grand tower. The commander turned round and shrugged slightly, "Well… are you coming?"

The Churl was hesitant; however, he quickly stormed over and followed his superior over to the grand tower where things could only get worse.

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The chapel bells tolled eight and Elizabeth's weary eyes slowly slid open as though prince charming had kissed her and broken her from her spell. She rose from her bed and glanced to the door which was still shut. Everyone would be gathered downstairs in the dining room to enjoy dinner together. She could not skip if she tried for surely Daelon or Bromus would come up and beg her to come down. If that didn't work… than Jerald would be the one to force her out of her room. She slid her hand through her silky silver hair, pushing it from her light face.

With sadness still burdening her, she walked out of her room and quickly made her way across the living quarters. With every step, flashes of the Oblivion corridors hampered her mind. It had been nearly a month since she was even near an Oblivion gate. Why could she not rid herself of this powerful ghost? She shook it from her mind as she opened the door and walked down into the main room of the Count's Arms. At the bottom of the stairs, Bromus stood with a smile lightening his face. He bowed and said, "Milady, your family awaits you in the dining room. Shall I announce you?"

Elizabeth grinned and shook her head, "There is no need to announce me, Bromus. I am just a girl, not a Queen."

The Nord chuckled and shrugged soon stepping back allowing the girl to walk into the small dining room. The regular circular table had been taken out and replaced with a long rectangular table. Jerald sat at one end and his wife at the other. Upon one side were the twins and the other was Daelon and an empty seat which awaited Elizabeth.

"Ah! So you came!" Caldwyn chuckled.

"We didn't think you'd want to eat with us," Orrick nodded with a large portion of mutton in his mouth.

Ms. Asquerana sneered and said in a graceful beautiful tone of voice, "Orrick Asquerana, you will choke if you do not take smaller bites!"

Orrick waved away the advice taking another extreme bite. His eyes widened and he coughed a few times. Caldwyn tossed his eyes over unimpressed. He raised his hand and thumped his brother upon the back sending the piece of mutton flying out onto his plate. Daelon rolled his eyes while taking a sip of wine, "Nice one, Orry."

Jerald frozen eyes tossed over to his daughter and he hissed, "Take your seat, Elizabeth. Your food will get cold."

The girl walked around the table leisurely. Daelon stood and pulled his sister's chair back with a grin. Elizabeth stood in front of the table as her brother pushed in the seat for her and she sat. Daelon took his seat again and passed the mutton to his sister who cut herself a portion and placed it down. Orrick took a sip of ale and chuckled, "Wow! Someone is being a gentleman for once. What's with the change?"

Daelon laughed and shrugged, "I don't want to be a distant brother anymore."

Caldwyn furrowed his brow, "You don't act so pleasant towards us—what's with that?"

The eldest sibling rolled his eyes and snorted, "You two are stubborn idiots and it's rather hard to keep sane while around you both."

Orrick laughed and took a bite of his meal, "Just because you're older you think you're more mature."

"And… this is coming from the Elf who still blows bubbles in his ale." Daelon scoffed.

Jerald sighed deeply and groaned, "Don't fight at the dinner table, boys."

Elizabeth dabbed her napkin at her lips and as she leaned forward to put it down, her necklace chimed from gold dancing across gold. Her mother's eyes glanced up at the glitter and she smiled, "My, my, what a beautiful necklace!"

The maiden held up her hand and felt the flower pendant. "Oh… thank you," she smiled softly.

"I do not believe I have ever seen you wear that, Elizabeth," her mother said while leaning forward to give it a glance. "May I see it?"

She was cynic and very hesitant, for she didn't want to take it off and hand it away like it was some little trinket. After a moment, she nodded and reached up and slowly undid the golden link. It caressed down her neck and made a tingle run through her chest. She caught it in a hand and gently presented it to her mother.

The elder woman took it and held it by the ends of the necklace with a grin. Never in her life had she seen such pure gold! Her beautiful face lit up and her eyes widened in astonishment, "It is very beautiful… did you get it from the Imperial market?"

Elizabeth smiled at the compliment, soon pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "Actually, I had gotten it from a friend."

Jerald's eyes flashed with interest and he looked up at the necklace with a vexed glare. Caldwyn and Orrick leaned close with a smirk, "What kind of friend, Elizabeth?" They chimed.

The maiden laughed lightly and saw the gold glitter. She remembered when Xilivicus had presented it to her and wanted her to wear it. "Just a good friend of mine…"

Daelon saw her crystal eyes lit up with happiness that he had never seen before. His mind began working and the pieces of the puzzle began fitting together. Just as the elder woman was about to hand back the necklace, a hand swiped in and took it from her. Elizabeth blinked rapidly and glanced up to see Jerald with the necklace clutched tightly in his hand. His eyes pierced her skin like daggers. He glanced at the necklace and snarled, "Out of this world craftsmanship… completely pure gold, and designs that I've never seen in my life." He looked back to his daughter and demanded, "Who gave you this necklace?"

The girl's eyes iced over and she snarled, "… give it back to me."

Jerald narrowed his eyes hatefully, soon turning and leaving the room. Elizabeth leapt up and sped after him. The twins stood up and followed in wonderment as did Ms. Asquerana. Daelon lingered for a moment wondering why his father got so fumed over that necklace. Jerald stormed into the main room and Elizabeth seized his arm and twirled him around, "Give me that necklace!"

"Who did you get it from?!" He boomed.

Elizabeth pursed her lips in anger. Her nostrils flared and she snarled back, "Someone you don't know, give it back to me!"

Jerald chuckled madly and turned to the fireplace with heated eyes, "You got it from him didn't you?" He turned back around to his daughter and snarled, "Didn't you?!"

The rest of the Asquerana family stood by and watched this madness. They were utterly confused but slowly they too pieced together these actions and words and could tell what was happening. Daelon walked up behind the twins and watched the black figures of his sister and father fight back and forth with hateful words. Elizabeth curled her hands into fists as she snarled, "That necklace is very precious to me, father! Give it to me now!"

Jerald held it up and waved it a little with a chuckle, "This little thing? Now… how can it be so valuable to you? You don't even remember who gave it to you!"

Elizabeth stepped forward and screamed, "Give it to me!"

The High Elf Lord boomed back, "TELL ME WHO GAVE IT TO YOU!"

Tears burdened Elizabeth's eyes and she shook her head, "Why tell you what you already know, Jerald?"

His eyes widened and his pupils disappeared seas of raging blue. His nostrils quivered as this hating wrath built inside of him. His hands shook as he gripped the necklace tighter. His eyes fell to the fire and he rolled his body around and chucked the necklace into the burning hellfire. Elizabeth's eyes slowly followed the golden necklace as it hit the back of the fireplace and fell into the burning coals turning invisible. Elizabeth's mouth fell open and she looked to her father with such shame and grief. Her lips quivered and she snarled, "I love him, father. Is that what you wanted to hear all this time?! I love him and I always will and you may pick every man in this world to be my suitor but I will never marry anyone! Xilivicus is my love! Xilivicus has my heart!"

Jerald shook his head and yelled at her, "He's a Daedra!"

The Asquerana family stood motionless as they heard this. The owner of the tavern froze as well, trying to force this quarrel from his mind. Daelon stepped forward and called out gently, "…Elizabeth…?"

The maiden shook her head and snarled, "He's not like the other Daedra, father! Why can't you just comprehend that?!"

"Because it is not the truth, you stupid girl! He's a monster!" He snarled.

Tears streamed down Elizabeth's cheeks as she cried out, "The only monster I see is you!"

The High Elf man could constrain himself any longer. His tongue exploded, "Forget all about this damned Daedra! At the end of the war you shall be married off to the Hero of Kvatch and soon the Hero of all Cyrodiil! I have already promised him your hand in marriage and he wishes not to cancel our agreement."

Elizabeth's eyes widened and she hissed, "How… how could you… I don't love him! I barely like him! Father, please!"

"No! There is no other way! You and he shall be wed and that is that! This pathetic Daedra must be pushed from your mind and discarded for you shame your entire family even considering him as a lover!"

"He is more than that, father." She snarled with tears in her eyes, "I hope you perish in the war… than I shall marry who I want and I won't be bound to the heartless and barbaric knight whom you seem to grovel over!"

Jerald gnashed his teeth together and swiftly backhanded his daughter. Elizabeth gasped and her cheek immediately turned pink as more tears fell down her face. The High Elf Lord then snarled, "How dare you!"

Elizabeth grabbed her cheek and glared at him, "I hate you!" She ran to the door and slipped out into the coldness of Anvil.

Jerald watched her with narrowed eyes. Daelon glared at his father then tried running at the door but Jerald stopped him and boomed, "… Stop…"

Daelon glanced over to his father and snarled, "How can you just stand there?! Do you have no sympathy to your own daughter's feelings?!"

The High Elf Lord shook his head and hissed, "I have no daughter."

Daelon's eyes widened as he watched his father walk away. The eldest son looked over to his mother who stood there as if nothing had happened. How unfeeling this family was! Caldwyn and Orrick gave Daelon saddened looks and slowly they stepped away and walked to their rooms. A hand touched Daelon's shoulder and the boy looked over to see Bromus. The Nord had a weak smile, "I will get her. Go upstairs."

With hesitance; Daelon lingered than quickly stormed away. Bromus scowled and sighed profoundly soon slipping out into the night.

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Broga grinned as he stood by a railing of a balcony; he looked down and saw four bound Cyrodiilic hostages. Behind them stood armored Daedra. Xilivicus soon followed and looked down upon these people. His eyes widened as he saw them. Their bodies drenched with their own blood and sweat. They cried out behind bondages that grasped their lips. Broga called out to the Daedra and they lifted a young Argonian male to his feet. His scales shimmered in the firelight. One Dremora pulled off the rag that was tied around its mouth. The Commander leaned on the rail and called out, "Tell me what you and your friends had told me… about this city Anvil."

The Argonian's shifty reptilian eyes looked back and forth between Broga and Xilivicus. His tongue skimmed over jagged teeth as he hissed, "I… I saw a very royal and rich family come into the city in the middle of the day many days ago. They had hailed from Kvatch! I… I was intrigued and asked around and found out who… who these people were."

Broga nodded and called out, "Carry on, reptile."

The Argonian nodded and pulled on his bondages a little soon saying, "The… The Asquerana family. Fully consisting of Jerald and his wife Hiera, his sons, Caldwyn, Orrick, and Daelon, and his only begotten daughter, Lady Elizabeth Asquerana."

Xilivicus' body tensed as he heard her name. No… it couldn't have been. Broga caught glimpse of his brethren's face and he smirked soon turning back to the Argonian, "Anvil was it? Could you pinpoint that destination on a map for us, precisely?"

"Yes… m-my lord." The Argonian stumbled for words.

"Good," Broga grinned and he questioned, "Your beloved Hero of Kvatch… where does he reside?"

"Last I heard—he was still in Bruma with the Emperor's son!"

The commander pouted his lips for a second then inquired, "How far is it from Bruma to Anvil, hmm?"

"V-Very far, sir… it would take many an hour to get from one location… t-to the next." The Argonian stated.

Broga chuckled and nodded, "Very good… very good…" his eyes lifted to the Daedra and he called out, "Find a map for this nice gentleman. Kill the rest."

The three other hostages gasped and tried screaming but they had no time. The Daedra who loomed behind them took out axes and with one forceful blow, their heads fell- separated- from their bodies. The last Daedra grabbed the Argonian and hauled him off to Dagon's Court.

Broga turned around and walked back out to the bridge with a smile on his face. Xilivicus was frozen in his footsteps; awestruck. Suddenly, he turned and raced after Broga. They walked into the watch room and Xilivicus snarled, "Why did you have to kill them?! They were innocent people!"

The commander rolled his eyes, "So merciful… I find it disgusting."

"Damnit, Broga!" Xilivicus boomed, "Why did you call me here?!"

Silence overcame them and the commander turned and looked at his Kyn. A smile broadened his face and he said, "Elizabeth, my brother, Elizabeth… she is in this city right now! Three weeks of searching and capturing these filthy humans and Mer and we have finally found her hiding spot! The Hero is no where in sight and this shall be our chance… an Oblivion gate is being anchored right now as we speak, and to keep the hero busy… there is an Oblivion gate being anchored next to every major city."

Xilivicus narrowed his eyes and hissed, "So that's it, hmm? You wanted to boast about how you are going to finally capture her?! And what will you do after that? She will be Dagon's and after he is finished with her—"

"—she will be mine," Broga chuckled. "Just like Dagon has pledged. I bring him the girl, he gets the facts and figures he needs… and I get whatever is left of her." A dark chuckle came from his lips.

Xilivicus gnashed his teeth and hissed, "You bastard…"

Broga turned to look out the watch room, his hands grasped behind his back. "We invade tonight… on the hour of the new day. That way everyone shall be sound asleep and no one will escape. Not like they had last time… you may depart for your cell, brother. I have no further use of you."

Xilivicus' rolled his purple hands into violet fists. His body trembled; however, he knew there was nothing he could possibly do. He turned to the stairs and stormed away. Broga listened to him leave, a smirk on his lips and that lustful gleam in his eyes. He chuckled and turned to the fire; ambling closer. "Oh, Tamerial… how you shall fall feebly into my clutches," his risen hand gripped into a fist as he imagined Tamerial in his palm. He chuckled and watched the flames dance for him and only him. His eyes narrowed torpidly and he purred, "Oh, Elizabeth, how you are like this fire." He stepped nearer until his skin felt hot. "Beautiful and fascinating… so tempting to touch," he extended his hand and the flames kissed his fingertips. It singed his black skin and he recoiled his hand with a chuckle. He was fond of pain. "But you burn anyone who touches you… leaving your mark forever."

He turned around looking at the small burn mark on his hand. He walked to the window and looked out with a sigh, "In time, I shall quench your fire and make you vulnerable once and for all." He chuckled darkly and looked to the quad of Daedra who loomed in front of the newly anchored gate. "It's Showtime."

--TBC--

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