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Huff, huff, huff, huff.

She glided across the cobblestone with wings on her feet. Her heart was shredding itself apart in her chest as more tears clouded her eyes and caused her vision to become blurry. Her mind attempted to hinder her from running so far; however, she knew that she needed to get as far away as possible before anyone came after her. As she pushed her family from her mind, she quickly began to think of Xilivicus. Yes, she could run away… run back to the Imperial City and find the Oblivion gate so—no. Her mind wasn't working properly. Going back to Oblivion would be like walking into the mouth of the beast. She needed to find Xilivicus; yet, she needed to stay as far away from Broga as she could.

She rounded the corner near the old Benirus Manor and her shifty eyes lifted to the grand steeples of Dibella. Her heart swirled with detestation as she ran to the temple. With one bound she leapt up the ancient worn stairs and wrapped her petite pale hands around the gargantuan brass handles. She ripped them back and stormed in with reddened cheeks. She sniffled as she walked down the aisle towards the altar. Her hands curled into trembling fists and as she approached the altar with narrowed eyes. Her teeth gnashed together as more tears rolled down her pinked cheeks. Her fists slammed down upon the limestone and she bellowed, "Where are you Dibella when I need you?! He said you'd be there for us! That's what the pendant meant, didn't it? It was a vow for protection and comfort, wasn't it?" Her fists trembled and she closed her eyes tightly as she repeatedly crashed her quivering fists onto the altar causing it to begin to crack. Tears poured and she whimpered, "Help us… p-please help us…"

Her weakening body slid down the altar and she kneeled near its base. Her knuckles had torn and blood now seeped through her broken skin and fell upon the altar; calling for the goddess to come and safe her from this Hell. Her body quivered as she sobbed heavily. Her world was beginning to fall down in ruins. Just like how Kvatch had fallen into ruins. The truth was a wave tossed into an ever darkening ocean. Her life began to fade like a vapor in the wind.

The Chapel door slowly crept open with a long echoing sound. Elizabeth's eyes rose and she clenched her teeth tightly together with a snarl, "Leave me, Jerald."

Bromus slowly stepped near her with saddened eyes, "Miss Asquerana…"

The High Elf spun around with teary eyes. Her tongue flickered over her dried cracking lips and she looked up at her butler. Flashes of her childhood invaded her head as she could see times when she and her father had yelled at each other and she ran off and hid in the garden behind their house. Bromus would quickly find her and take her into his arms making her feel security… and a fatherly protection. The Nord kneeled down and wrapped his arms tightly around her allowing her to sob into his chest. Her shivering fingertips gripped into his vest as she tried to explain to him, but he quickly hushed her and whispered, "Milady… there is no need to explain."

Elizabeth pulled away slightly and looked at him, "B-But… I love a-"

Bromus chuckled and said, "I know what you love, Elizabeth. I… I just wish that Lord Asquerana would have been so much kinder than that. I'm so sorry about him; he hasn't been the same since this crisis began."

The Elf shook her head and growled, "Don't apologize on his account. He isn't worthy for forgiveness."

Bromus furrowed his brow and sighed, "Don't be that way, milady. He's your father."

"He's denied me since my birth. I am an abomination to him." She hissed while tossing her eyes over to the other altars of the Nine.

"He's just… biased." The butler said cagily. "He's been stubborn all his life and… for you to defy him- heh, I suppose he just likes the power over everyone else. Once he cools off and we all come to an understanding then I bet you that everything will go back to normal. Now come along, let's get you back to the tavern and-"

"-I'm not going," she interjected. "I will not return to that vile place."

"Then where will you go?" Bromus scoffed. "All you have is here in Anvil!"

"I will find another life," Elizabeth wiped her eyes with a sniffle. "I don't care if I see any of them ever again."

The Nord narrowed his eyes and shook his head, "Just because your father is a rather cruel man and your mother is distant does not mean that you may label your entire family as hateful. Caldwyn, Orrick, and Daelon love you very much. The twins might not show it as much. But Daelon was the first to come after you, yet Jerald held him back. I'm sure that Daelon is trying to get your necklace out of the fireplace this instant."

Elizabeth furrowed her brow and shook her head, "… but… how can I return there? It shall be entirely awkward between all of us now that they know the truth about…" she strayed and thought to herself.

Bromus shrugged and said, "I don't know how they'll react. Damn, I don't know how the world would react." He smiled weakly and looked upon her with curious eyes. He coughed and then questioned, "… he must be really amazing if you have fallen in love with him."

The Elf smiled and bowed her head, "… he put his life on the line to ensure my safety. He gave me clothing when I was cold and food when I was hungry. He kept me out of harm in the Imperial City and gave me that necklace…" her eyes searched the ground as she felt her throat tighten. Her eyes began watering again and she smiled brighter as the tears rolled down, "… he gave it to me… before he went out to fight to keep… m-me alive." She shook her head frantically and looked up at Bromus, "He's not evil, Bromus. I can promise you that. He praises the goddesses. Our goddesses… Mara and Dibella. He met them in his past. Please, let me leave Anvil."

Bromus bowed his head and sighed profoundly, "… go to the Count's Arms and tell this to Caldwyn, Orrick, and Daelon. I would never let you leave unless you said goodbye to your brothers, first."

Elizabeth smiled sweetly and wrapped her arms around Bromus. They embraced tightly and softly she whispered, "I love you, Bromus."

The old butler grinned feeling his heart swell. "I love you too, Elizabeth."

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The troops stood before the massive Oblivion gate whose Hellfire swirled like a hurricane in the ocean. Their weapons sheathed tightly in their scabbards. Their steadfast eyes were awaiting for orders. Broga stood before them wrapped in the darkest of leathers. A dark burgundy cloth wrapped around his chest and up over his head making a hood. His eyes shone from the cover and he boomed with his strident voice which made the thunder in the heavens cower before him, "Prepare, my minions! You shall all be sent to the Oblivion gates all over Tamerial! The great warrior shall come before you and with all the power from your blackened souls destroy him! Return with his heart or do not return at all! Now, go!" He spreads his arms out and the armies marched forward.

Mages stood before the quadrants with their staffs strapped to their backs. With their darkest of magic they had summoned petite portals that the armies would march into to get to their gates. From there, the Hero would be alerted of Oblivion gates and he would be far too busy to worry about Anvil. Broga watched with a smirk as all the Daedra disappeared through the portals. He turned around to the Anvil gate and advanced forward. A nearby mage looked at the Anvil portal with cagy eyes. He soon looked to Broga and questioned, "Are you sure you wish to go alone, sir?"

Broga glanced sideways and replied, "If I take a troop with me than there shall be a higher chance that we shall be seen. If only I go, than I shall be as silent as a shadow."

The Mage bowed and said, "As you say, sir."

The Commander turned back to the portal and walked through it soon disappearing from the Oblivion plane and arriving upon the Anvil soil.

Faraway, many miles from Anvil near a Daedric shrine, three women kneeled in front of a shrine for their nightly devotions. Rona, a Redguard woman, lit the candles upon the shrine to illuminate their Daedric Prince. Just as they kneeled to worship; there was a clamor in the bushes behind them. Rona's eyes widened and she quickly pushed herself up onto her feet. Her tan hand wrapped around the hilt of a dagger as she called out to the intruder, "Hello? Whose there?"

A massive black and crimson spider-like body crawled from the undergrowth. The three Cyrodiilic women stood in awe as a Spider Daedra walked calmly before them. Her silver eyes narrowed tiredly as she approached the primeval memorial. The three women quickly moved from her way as she stopped in front of the shrine, within her hands a small crimson wrapped item. What the cloth was wrapped about, the worshippers did not know. The Daedra turned her head and purred gently, "Will you please give me a moment of privacy?"

The women bowed before their superior. Their voices trembling and hearts racing in their chests as a true follower of Mephala stood before them! They rushed off into the darkness allowing the Daedra to be at the shrine completely alone. The Spider Daedra's soft gentle hands unwrapped the cloth and her eyes gazed down upon the Nightshade. She lifted it and placed it upon the shrine with vigilant hands. A hissing voice surrounded the shrine and the Daedric Prince, Mephala, called out to its loyal follower, "… how long has it been since we have spoken, Velthada? Surely what has seemed like eons."

The Daedra bowed her head allowing some silver strands of hair to fall into her face, "I have fully infiltrated Mehrunes Dagon's plane, my prince. Your plans are working according to plan."

There was a dark chuckle and the echoing voice questioned, "… and where is the mortal?"

"Alive… and residing in Anvil." Velthada's glimmering eyes lifted up to the shrine. "It… it seems we may have a small dilemma, my liege."

The voice growled and snarled lightly, "And what is that, my follower?"

"It… it seems that the Commander of Kvatch's Oblivion gate has… fallen in love with the mortal as well." She said hesitantly.

Mephala chuckled and Velthada was surprised to hear the Prince so thrilled about this. "My, my, my!" The Daedric Prince cried out, "What a web we have weaved, Velthada! This certain affair highly intrigues me! Far much more amusing than that Bleaker's Way matter that a follower of mine had done for me."

Velthada bowed lowly and called up to her Lord, "I am pleased that you are so delighted by this, my Prince. What shall I do for you now?"

"So persistent! I am satisfied with that as well. Go forth, summon my brothers and sisters. I believe that I may need their abilities in this matter."

"As you say," Velthada bowed and quickly lifted her hand. A black orb appeared in her palm and slowly encased her body. The black cyclone engulfed her and the Spider Daedra disappeared wholly.

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A guard walked across the pathway over the walls of Anvil. His eyes closing slightly as weariness loomed over him and he wished nothing more than to return to the barracks and to sleep. Suddenly, a soft clinking noise was heard from the darkness. The guard froze in his spot and glanced off into the wilderness. His eyes strained as he could hardly see anything. The moon was murdered in the sky by black storm clouds and everything seemed dead. The guard shook his head and quickly took off of his belt a virgin torch. As he pulled it from its package, the rough wrap struck upon the torch and lit it. The guard held the torch up and just as he did he saw a Dremora crouching on the ledge of the wall with narrowed crimson eyes.

Broga sneered as his hand thrusted through the air and snatched the guardsman by the throat. The guard's grip came loose and the torch fell to the floor as Broga stepped off the ledge and loomed over the man like a fortress. He lifted him a few feet into the air bringing him to his eyelevel. The guard's pupils disappeared in a sea of brown and as he struggled to call out for help, Broga curled and twisted his hand. There was a loud and sickening snap and the Anvil guard became lifeless. The Commander looked over the ledge and tossed the body over the wall watching it plummet into the darkness. Broga shoved his foot over the torch, stomping out the flame.

Smoke rose through the air and the Dremora looked out over the entire town of Anvil. The breeze blew across his face causing him to feel coldness for the first time in quite some time. There were many houses surrounding the area. Broga's eyes fell over every one of these homes and his heart began to worry if he would ever find the girl before sunrise. His hands grasped onto the ledge as he leaned over and examined the city. His long black fingernails were tapping across the worn limestone. He heard footsteps and his head jerked up to see a guard stalking his way. He snarled and quickly glanced over the ledge to see that he before him was a mermaid statue.

He backed up slightly and soon as he ran up and onto the ledge he bounded off and landed upon the mermaid; noiselessly. He tossed his gaze behind him and he watched the guardsman walk by, completely oblivious to the fact that there was a Dremora in the city. The man smirked as he slid down the mermaid and leapt onto the hard soil. His eyes lifted and he glimpsed around seeing that the closest thing was a grungy manor. The commander looked around a bit more to see the Mage's Guild and the Fighter's guild far across the street barely visible in the streetlights.

The bells of the chapel tolled midnight and Broga's head swiveled over to see the looming steeples of the chapel that reached into the heavens and broke through the black clouds. The Dremora remembered when the Kvatch chapel had been demolished almost fully to ruins. His soul sang and he started towards the manor.

From the back, there was a rugged barrel which Broga raised himself up on. The Dremora leapt onto the roof of the manor, he then climbed further up until he was shrouded in shadows. He crouched upon the roof and watched as a guard walked around the corner and headed to the chapel. Broga lifted himself and stared at the house across the way. A moderately extreme bound; however, the Dremora knew he could accomplish it. He prepared himself and as he ran to the edge of the manor he propelled his body through the air soon flying over onto the roof with such stealth he appeared as only a ghost. His feet slammed onto the roof and he nearly fell back.

His heart pounded and he fell forward onto his knees with a bottomless sigh. His eyes rose and as he lifted himself to his feet he knew he had to travel to every portion of the city to find the maiden being as stealthy as possible.

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Caldwyn bit into his tongue while a droplet of apprehensive sweat rolled down his forehead. "… Got it now?"

Orrick rolled his eyes as he prodded the hot poker around in the fireplace, lifting and pushing aside pieces of logs. "I'll tell you when I find it, brother! So shut up!"

The twins searched the fireplace thoroughly for their sister's necklace. Their father had resigned to his room; irritably. Caldwyn leaned over his brother's shoulder literally breathing down his neck. Daelon watched a few feet away sitting in a chair with his fingers entwined. His amber eyes gleamed with malice and irritation. How could his father strike her?! His muscles tensed as he watched; apprehensively. Caldwyn blinked rapidly and questioned, "…well?"

Orrick snarled and shoved his brother back, "Do you want me to use this poker on you?! Leave me to do my business!"

Caldwyn fell upon his rear with a glare. Daelon rolled his eyes and murmured, "It's useless, Orrick. The gold has probably melted by now… there's no use in-"

"Found it!" He cried out soon sliding the necklace over the poker and lifting it from the swirling flames. He pulled it out and tossed it upon the brick hearth with a grin.

Caldwyn and Daelon both leapt forward at the hearth to look upon what remained of the necklace. Their eyes widened as they saw that the necklace appeared as if nothing happened to it at all. Caldwyn inched his hand forward and just as Orrick was to scold him for trying to touch the hot gold, Orrick picked the necklace up with a furrowed brow. Daelon's eyes widened even further as he wheezed, "Is… Is it hot?"

Orrick shook his head and muttered, "It's… cold."

Caldwyn jerked the necklace from his brother's hands, "Give me that!" He held it tightly and slowly his muscles relaxed and he looked upon the necklace with a mesmerized gaze, "… he… he's right."

Daelon leaned over and picked up the necklace feeling the cool gold against his skin. His heart fluttered in his chest as he furrowed his brow, "What sort of gold is this?"

"Divine Gold," came a groggy voice from the staircase.

The three brothers swirled around to see Jerald standing at the stairs with narrowed eyes. His once slicked back hair was now a grey fallen mess. His once vibrant blue eyes now seemed as dull as pebbles. Jerald walked over and easily took the necklace from the stunned Daelon. He lifted it up and examined it a little further. Caldwyn furrowed his brow and inquired, "Is it rare?"

Jerald continued to keep his eyes upon the necklace; nonetheless, he answered simply, "It was thought to not even exist… it was what made the golden section of the Amulet of Kings. Forged directly by the gods and goddesses and given to a select human. How would a…" he faded off.

Daelon stood and leaned close, giving the necklace a good look. Suddenly, he blinked rapidly and said, "That's Mara's Rope!"

Orrick and Caldwyn stood as well and leaned close. "Yeah, and that's Dibella's Flower!" They chimed.

Jerald narrowed his eyes with drawn lips. His hand closed on the necklace and he bowed his head reluctantly. Daelon grinned and questioned, "Does that mean that the Daedra is actually good?"

The High Elf Lord raised his gaze and snapped, "Or that he's a thief."

Caldwyn groaned and said, "Father… why won't you believe that the Daedra Elizabeth fell in love with is good?"

Orrick nodded and added, "Why is it so bad anyway?"

Jerald's eyes lit up and he laughed softly, "Why is it bad? Am I the only one sees that Daedra are evil and cruel beings?! They destroyed Kvatch and nearly everyone who lived there! They killed your friends! They killed your mentors and monks!"

"But this Daedra we speak of gave his life for Elizabeth! Father, I truly think that he loves her." Daelon argued.

Jerald shook his head and spat, "Preposterous."

Upon the roof of the Count's Arms was a dark figure who listened intently for the window near the front door was cracked open for a cool night's breeze. Broga listened intently with wide eyes. Daelon shook his head and said, "Stop being selfish, father!"

"Selfish?" Jerald questioned with a flame of anger, "How am I being selfish?!"

" Elizabeth is in love with a Daedra. It appears that Caldwyn, Orrick and I are completely fine with it! Mother doesn't mind much either from what I tell! You're the only one here that is afraid it will ruin your royal façade! You question how it will affect your popularity and how people see you. Stop thinking about yourself and start thinking about your daughter! You struck her! And now she has run off and only Gods know where! Hopefully Bromus has had some luck in finding her!"

Jerald shook his head and muttered, "… she's at the chapel."

Orrick furrowed his brow and asked, "How do you know that?"

The father looked up with distressed eyes, "… when she was little… and… we fought like this. She would run out of the house and I would follow after her. Each time she would run into the chapel and run to the prior boy, Martin, so someone would comfort her. She found reassurance… sitting in a pew at the chapel. I always followed silently so I wouldn't anger her." He laughed softly and his eyes became watery, "… she thinks I have never been there in her life," holds the necklace tightly and whispers, "… I've just been hidden in the shadows the whole time."

Daelon furrowed his brow as his sympathy began to come back to his father. He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around his father, hugging him tightly. Jerald grabbed onto his son and leaned his weeping head onto his son's shoulder. Caldwyn and Orrick bowed their heads in sadness.

Broga grinned and he lifted his eyes to the chapel with a grin. This was going to be easier than he thought.

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How could he?

He wasn't going to get away with it.

Dagon would figure it out and force Broga into a cage with him.

Xilivicus' piercing eyes broke through the cage doors. His quivering hands already bloodied from attempting to escape. There was no use of trying to fight it. Broga would bring Elizabeth down here to him just to boast. He'd let them touch and talk but then the Master Slaver would pull her away and make sure that the Churl could hear her screaming. Xilivicus' veins pulsed with hatred as he gripped the bars. His jagged teeth ripping into his lower lip. Never before had he felt such malice and power pumped through his blackened veins… worthlessness soon following. He promised to her that he would protect her from everything. His lips trembled as he wanted to cry out. How could he protect her? Xilivicus roared and turned around facing the back of his cell. He walked to it and placed his hands on it.

The mocking voices were finally breaking down his walls and overwhelming him. His jagged nails ripped into the wall and with all the frustration he slammed his fists into the wall and watched the wall crumble and fall apart. Just as he was to fall upon his knees in desperation, there was a call behind him.

His eyes widened as it was a female who called to him. He turned rapidly around to see a Spider Daedra standing before his cage. Her appearance was calm and inviting. Her hands entwined before her as she questioned, "Do you want to be free, my brother?"

He narrowed his eyes and spat, "What does it matter to you?"

Velthada raised her right hand and exposed the intricate black lockpick whose parts seemed made of metal surely nothing Cyrodiilic, but Daedric. "Come forth and take this Skeleton key. Use it to free yourself and with it you also free the Elven maiden of her terrible fate."

Xilivicus' eyes widened and he rushed forward to the bars, " Elizabeth… what has happened to Elizabeth?!"

The Spider Daedra reached her pale hand inside the cage and handed him the Skeleton Key. Her black fingernails brushed across the Churl's face lightly and she whispered, "You don't have much time, my brother. The gate outside the prison is the gate to the realm of which you wish to be."

The Churl looked at the lockpick than tossed his eyes back up, "Thank you."

The Spider Daedra turned and quickly crawled away down the hall leaving the Churl to himself.

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Before Bromus and Elizabeth could even leave the Chapel, the Nord lead her down into the chapel to find some bondages for her hands. The Elf sat down as her butler bundled up her hands with tan linen cloths, soon tying them at her wrists. She smiled up at him and said, "Could you… call my brothers to meet me here. I would feel so much better if I didn't have to return to that place."

The Nord grinned and nodded, "Of course, my lady. Wait for them in the front pew. Will you be alright alone?" He questioned.

She nodded sweetly and smiled, "I'll be fine."

The two of them walked back into the chapel and as they reached the main area they embraced and Bromus quickly left for the Count's Arms. Elizabeth grinned and quietly she stepped near the Altar. She saw traces of her blood on the altar and a frown came across her face. How could she be so violent towards Dibella's altar?! The maiden kneeled down and put her hands upon the altar; engaging herself in prayer. Her eyes opened for merely a moment and she looked down into the small puddle of her blood. In it, was a gleam of light. Her eyes were about to move away if not had movement caught her eye. She froze and within the collected droplets of blood she saw something hunched over and watching her in the rafters of the chapel. Elizabeth's heart raced and she continued to watch this figure. Its body was massive! She had never see anything quite so-

She stopped.

Her fingers twitched as she watched this appalling form. Surely… it couldn't be! Her heart pounded even faster as she bit into her lips and knew that at once she needed to get out of there. Without further ado she leapt up and sprinted to the chapel doors. The figure leapt off the rafters and landed upon the chapel floor; like a ghost. Just as Elizabeth seized the doors, a hand grabbed a hold of the back of her dress and she gasped nearly falling back. She turned and with one glance all she could see were crimson eyes. She gasped and ripped her body forward soon ripping the back of her dress, exposing nearly most of her pale back. She threw open the chapel doors and ran out into the shadowy wild night with one of her worst enemies at her heels; hunting her down like a runaway slave.

--TBC--

My computer is really crapping out on me and I can't update stories normally so I had to go a different route. I hope it didn't screw up anything. R&R! Hope you enjoyed.