*Eye infection today. Hurts like a B. Won't be writing until next week I think. I dunno. Maybe I'll upload my secret stash of chapters.

Chapter 8

Lielle was astonished at the power in which Vivec had destroyed the mercenaries, but at the same time she was worried for him. The ritual's idea was to imitate the power of a dragonborn; however it was done at the cost of the user's life force. Therefore, the weak, normal heart of an elf was replaced by a Daedric heart, the most suitable substitute.

Vivec walking out of the cave, Vivec stumbled over slightly, as he grabbed his heart.

'I knew it.' Lielle thought as she bit her lip.

She rushed to his aid, but he pushed her away lightly.

He wiped his mouth, filled with blood and smiled at her reassuringly.

"I'm fine. I just need time for the heart to synchronize with my body."

"You don't look fine." She sighed, and immediately began healing him.

Vivec relaxed himself as Lielle touched his chest with small delicate hands, with the healing spell radiating a golden glow. The snow piled up slowly on her red hair, and she began shivering.

"That's enough for now." Vivec said, as he pushed her hands away from him lightly. He knew that if he had just said 'that was enough', she would've been persistent; therefore he decided an act was necessary.

"Are you sure?" Lielle looked up at him with worried, night-black eyes.

"The healing's only temporary anyway." He responded. He stood up, and faced towards the road, near Winterhold.

"We leave for Solstheim immediately." He said.

Lielle walked beside Vivec, and looked down towards the road. She sank her face in his shoulder and closed her eyes.

"Lielle. We should go."

"Just a minute…" She muttered.

"We won't get much time to be together like this once the second part of the ritual starts, so… Please…"

Vivec's eyes fell down to her.

'I should keep her safe… Away from the impending bloodshed…' He thought to himself.

In that short time, minutes seemed like hours to Lielle. The footsteps through the wind however, woke her back to reality.

"Stay here." Vivec told her.

He walked down the road, and came face to face with a small army of guardsmen, and members of the Dawnguard: A group of vampire hunters.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" An Orc asked.

Vivec scanned the army. They clearly would be difficult to deal with, in his state.

"I'm simply a mage from the college, friend." He replied.

"Ha! With those necromancer robes? I don't think so, elf." Said a guardsman.

Vivec frowned. He forgot that he was still wearing his vampire disguise.

"Are you part of the vampire group? No, what am I saying… I don't care!" Another guard shouted.

In an instant, the organized group of soldiers dispersed, and with trained movements, they charged at Vivec with various weapons.

'When will these humans learn?' He thought to himself.

"Tiid Klo Ul!"

Durak blinked. When he opened his eyes, the entire front line lay dead, in the snow.

The remainders of the army were stunned. Various shouts of confusion could be heard.

"That was the shout! How does he have the shout!?"

"He's not the Dragonborn! The Dragonborn is a Nord! Kill him, quick!"

The second wave of soldiers charged in with a greater number than the first, but with much more hesitation. Their eyes were no longer of that of a hunting predator, but were of scared prey.

Vivec's hands glowed with a light-blue aura, as he stretched towards the soldiers.

And with a deafening crackling noise, a beam of electricity shot out of his hands, searing off the unlucky soldier who was directly in front of him. The soldier's skin burned, and his blood sizzled at the extreme intensity of the spell, and the other soldiers behind him shared the same fate.

Some exceptionally lucky ones managed to dodge the stream of lightning, and the ones who were even daring were now advancing towards Vivec, from a different direction.

Vivec acted swiftly. He moved his hands in a sweeping motion towards the soldiers, and destroyed their bodies completely, leaving only a trail of ash. The lightning was like a giant knife, cutting through the soldiers like butter. The snow path was now a mix of human flesh turned ash, and the smell of heated skin hung in the air.

"Let's go quickly. I hate to kill civilians due to the trouble it brings afterwards." He stated.

Lielle nodded, and followed behind him, as they ran down the snowy path, headed towards their ship near the shores of Winterhold.

To be continued

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