Hey guys sorry about the longer update time. I got a whole slew of excuses but that's all they are. I don't own skyrim. Translation goes to ; they were helpful in the words I could not find in the book. Anyway enjoy.

Kirmir cursed himself with every step as Reamra continued to question him. He couldn't get over the fact that he allowed a sliver of his deadric form to slip through his guard. It's embarrassing really. A Half-blood couldn't survive in this realm or Oblivion if he couldn't keep his form under control. What had come over him to even eat the stupid Guardian's soul in the first place? He wasn't even allowed to contemplate that before he was pestered again.

"What are the exact details of your curse" Kirmir was truly getting tired of her pestering for two reasons. 1) She would never believe that he was the son of the Prince of Destruction and 2) he was half Dremora. Those two facts tend to drive people to do very unsavory things.

Kirmir once again ignored her which angered her more. The last rays of the dying sun fell across her hair. Kirmir noticed that there were red streaks that shone whenever the light hit it at the right angle. He looked at her from the edge of his sight as they passed the stables before the first gate into Whiterun.

"What are you looking at?" Reamra demanded.

By Dagon, this woman was impossible. Luckily the guard standing by the main entrance saved him from the work of responding.

"Travelers!" he called as he walked out to meet them, "There's been a vampire outbreak recently. Have any of you been attacked by the leeches"

Kirmir laughed silently at the guard's choice of words. Vampirism is a deadric disease that his uncle Bal created just to mess with humans. Since Vampires were more often than not older than any mortal alive, Kirmir mostly ignored it when mortals insulted The Pale Ones.

"No sir. We just returned from an errand for the court mage." Reamra responded looking slightly bewildered.

"Ok. Don't worry Reamra. We city guard will keep ya safe as long as you're in our city." The guard said flexing his sword arm. Kirmir rolled his eyed at his obvious attempt to impress Reamra.

"She's not that easily swayed." For reason that would someday save her life, Kirmir was purposely kept her from idiot like a town guard. He walked through the open gate and made a detour to the blacksmith to sharpen his knives. Telling Reamra to meet him at the Mare, Kirmir sat down at the grind wheel, pulled out one of his numerous knives and began to sharpen it. He was contemplating the news the guard had told him. If vampires were amassing more of their kind, then there was another kind of trouble along with the return of the World Eater. One he would have to deal with sooner rather than later. Kirmir went through sharpening all his knives in a short amount time, stood up and returned them all to their special sleeves. As he stood, he felt the stares of the blacksmith and the man she was arguing with about logistics; but this was more common then he wished to be. The longer he lived the more mortal fell for his otherworldly beauty and demonic aura; it also meant it was easy to get people to do what he wanted when he wanted it. He moved down the street with a feral grace that was another gift his demonic inheritance had graced him.

On his way to the Mare, Kirmir was pasted by a companion; he scrunched his nose as the scent of mutts filled his nose. Due to a habit that he had acquired by hunting with Hircine, Kirmir bent the fingers of his left hand to look like claws. The female looked at him curiously and sniffed the air before snarling.

"Demon."

Kirmir responded in kind, "Mutt."

The girl continued on her way as Kirmir entered the tavern. He took in the several occupants and noticed some poor fool was drinking with Sanguine. With a small smile Kirmir made his way to the unoccupied side of his uncle. Sanguine took a side look at him, looked away then did a double take. In that moment of surprise, Sanguine's deadric form slipped through; releasing a large burst of power in the form of wind. Sanguine's drinking partner bolted out the door.

"Well, nephew, it's rare to see among civilization after the 'crisis' of your father." He said as Kirmir order some mead from the pretty red guard. Kirmir nodded before taking a few swallows of the pathetically weak alcohol.

"How's the family?" Kirmir ignored the implied question and turned his red eyes at his uncle. Sanguine sighed as he took a sip from his cup.

"your father is still in a tizzy over your departure; Vaermina is draining a small town up north, Azura pissed because some fool stole Star and someone has closed the portal to Evergloam."

Kirmir was impressed by the last bit of news. It was not an easy task to infiltrate the Twilight Sepulcher and get past Nocturnal's Nightingales.

/"And it annoys me to no end that it happened"/ Nocturnal said to the two of them. Together nephew and uncle chuckled. Nocturnal was known among the Deadra for throwing bitch fests and torn whoever was the center of it apart.

"If I find him I'll kill him and restore the Evergloam." Kirmir promised. With a satisfied chuckle, Nocturnal slipped form his mind. Sanguine was giving his nephew a concerned look.

"You know if you fail, Nocturnal will kill you."

Kirmir snorted, "Uncle you know that none of the princes can kill me. Hell most of them can't even touch me."

Due to his birth right as the Heir to destruction and the unusual upraising he had experienced, Kirmir was undoubtedly the most powerful being Oblivion has ever produced. The two continued to talk for maybe another half hour before a guard burst into the tavern and bee lined to Kirmir.

"Looks like the mortals need you again." Sanguine said as Kirmir stood up. Kirmir turned to the guard and asked what was wrong.

"Miss Reamra asked me to send you to the western watch tower." He said out of breath.

"why does she need me there?" Kirmir asked. The guard shook his head.

"You wouldn't believe me until you saw it." Sanguine laughed loudly.

"Boy, he comes from the family of the unbelievable. Try him." The guard looked into Kirmir's red eyes and decided to test his luck.

"There a dragon attacking."

Kirmir was out the door by the third word. He had heard the dragon roar well before it would travel to the city. Kirmir phased through the city gate; scaring the guards with his sudden appearance. Kirmir decided he would take a more direct route. He raced up the wooden platform directly in front of the gate, leaping onto the roof of a sentry post and with one more powerful leap he cleared the walls and landed near a small stream. As he took of he could hear the sounds of fighting up ahead.

Reamra was using a broken section of the tower as cover from the dragon. With a bow taken from a fallen guard, Reamra would wait until the beast had land and pepper it with arrows. Reamra was amazed on how many arrows were sticking out of the dragon after a few minutes or so and yet the beast still tore through the small contingency of guard easily.

"Is it really this hard?" Reamra asked herself as she pivoted and unleashed a steady barrage of arrows.

"Well given how they are the descendants of a god…yeah they usually are." Reamra was stunned by Kirmir's voice as he sped past her to engage the dragon. He had his long sword out and was performing a very stunning dance with the beast. At least until it whipped him with its tail and sent him flying back to her position. Reamra paused in her assault to give her companion a look.

"Oh shut up and shoot him." He growled before rolling to the side as his sword pierced the ground where he was seconds before. Reamra shook her head and sent a very well place shot into the dragon's eye. The beast rose on its legs and cried out in pain

"Dragonborn! NO!"

Reamra watched as the dragon fell to the ground, dead. The remaining guards and Irileth gathered around the corpse and began to talk amongst themselves. Reamra crouched in front of the beast to make sure it was truly dead. When she went to touch the creature; its skin began to glow and burn away. Reamra backed up quickly and heard Kirmir chuckle.

"Well now. Didn't see that coming."

Reamra watched as the dragon was burned away till only bones were left; streams of energy shot from the body, encircled her before the overwhelming feeling in her soul. In a flash she relived the dragon's final moments.

Swooping down, Mirmulnir fried a group of pathetic mortal in a single blast. The battle was going well; the demon triad had yet to show up and the dragonborns were surrounded at the top of the mountain. The mortal army was trying to reach its lead at the summit and was failing miserably.

"Daar kein los un!" he roared triumphantly. His brethren responded in kind. With renewed vigor the Dovahs shredded through the mortals. Mirmulnir smiled; Alduin would be most please with their success. As he continued his assault, he felt a light pressure on the base of his skull. A chill seeped into his bones and very soul as a demonic voice spoke in his ear. (this war is ours)

"Drey hi vodahmaan mii nalkun?" (did you forget us already?"

Suddenly Mirmulnir was forced to the ground. With astounding speed, he carved a ditch in the ground and scattered the nearby mortal forces. Mirmulnir struggle to an upright position; when he did there before him stood the Hokzii Sedmet. (demon triad)

The leader, a red-eyed Nord, stood proud with his demon long-sword that has claimed more than a few dragons he knew. The High Elf had twin lightning bolts crackling in her hand and the Orc was twirling his devil-mace flippantly. Mirmulnir snarled and tried to blast them but a muzzle made of pure arcane energy appeared around his mouth. The elf laughed.

"Drey hi lorot hi vust vudoz mii?" she sneered. Those were the last words he heard in his language before the Orc smashed his mace into Mirmulnir's face. Mirmulnir died watching as the nord cut his brothers and sister down. (did you think you could avoid us?")

Reamra opened her eyes to looked at the skeleton of the dragon she just was. A hand on her shoulder brought her attention to the same red eyes from her vision, the same smile, the same voice and the same deadly aura.

"See anything exciting?" he asked with a looked that sent shivers down her spine.