Two cliffhangers in two chapters ;D I am setting a good record for myself here xD

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Morgan shook with fear. She knew that voice. The last time she had heard and met the owner of that voice, she had Shouted at him.

And Shouting at a Daedric Prince was a foolish thing to do but you are stuck with it.

Morgan took the offered daedric blade from the vampire that passed it onto her and swung the blade. She nodded at the fine weapon. It was sharp and well maintained. She couldn't hold it off any longer. She then looked up, into the amused eyes of the Daedric Prince of Domination, Molag Bal himself. He stood at his throne, two young mortal women cowering beside him, red magic chains attaching them to each of his wrists.

She gave a bow, knowing that in his domain, he had more power than before.

"Lord Bal," she said, keeping her head bowed.

"Rise. I bid you welcome, Morgan Aurelius. Welcome to Coldharbour. I am sure you have questions, but first, a test. A test of your skill. I wish to see it in action. SLAVES!"

Morgan raised her head and tried not to jump at Molag's powerful voice. She watched silently as the slaves all grabbed whatever weapons they could from a rack attached to the wall. The vampires and daedra they had been fighting all assembled in the upper floors, looking down on them. A set of thick spiked gates slammed down on the exits, as well as a large red shimmering magical barrier appearing in front of Molag Bal himself.

No way out of this now, I have no choice.

Morgan twirled her blade, fire filling her free hand and she settled into an attack stance, watching the slaves warily. She didn't trust anyone here.

Molag Bal chuckled.

"Good. You know your place well, Dragonborn. You are to kill these pitiful, pathetic wastes of excrement in any way you see fit. When they lie dead, you will gain an audience. If you fall…well, you will have to worry in earnest. BEGIN!"

Morgan hissed and threw herself at the largest slave, a massive Nord with muscles bigger than Farkas. He yelped and staggered back, just as Morgan's blade slashed through the spot where his neck had been a scant second before. She ignored Molag's booming laughter, and concentrated. She was outnumbered twenty to one, and numbers always counted in a fight.

Unless I tip the odds into my favour.

"FUS…RO DAH!"

She grinned a little as she let out her thu'um, glad to know she could still use it. Five slaves slammed into the long spikes surrounding the arena, blood spraying all over the ash that covered the floor.

"Kill her! We need to attack together!"

Dammit. Next target is the smart one.

"Yes! Kill her…if you can! Hahaha!"

Morgan snarled as she backed away from the large group. She could feel that rage within her flaring up again, that desire to kill, to destroy. So she threw her blade to one side and grinned at the slaves, who had stopped and were beginning to chuckle themselves. She risked a quick glance to Molag and saw he was grinning wickedly.

She closed her eyes and let the Dragon free. Bones snapped and re-grew to thrice their size, new bones forming to form wings. Her fangs extended even further, and another set joined them. Talons as sharp as those of a dragon formed on her fingers and toes. An explosion of blood followed, coating the slaves with the viscous liquid.

Morgan emerged in her full Vampire Lord form. She laughed as she began to float in the air, her huge red and black wings beating gently.

"Face your end!" Morgan snarled, blood dripping from her fangs.

Morgan hissed and dove right into the mass of slaves. Every time a blade hit her, it left a severe gash. And each time it happened, she grasped a slave and drained them dry, the wound healing over almost instantly. She eventually had three slaves left to deal with, and she wanted her questions answered. The first slave was torn in half by a savage swipe. The second was backhanded into a spiked gate and left to slide off the protrusions when the gate was raised.

The last man scrambled away and bowed in front of Molag Bal.

"My Lord! Help me! I will do anything you ask!"

Molag Bal laughed again.

"Dispose of this filth."

The man screamed as Morgan wrapped her wings around him from behind and picked him up in an inescapable embrace. She bit into his neck and drank until nothing passed through his arteries before dropping him to the floor. She closed her eyes and floated to the ground, letting that rage subside. And when she opened them, the barrier was gone and she stood before Molag Bal, who was smirking widely.

"YES! A fine performance, if a little…predictable. But you have pleased me, and you shall have your answers. Follow the path to the palace little one and do not keep me waiting. Elissa, come with me."

Morgan bowed and watched as Elissa walked past her and fell into step beside the Daedric Prince. The two female slaves no longer had any chains, but when Morgan made to speak to them, they hissed at her, their eyes red and bloodthirsty.

"Yes, they were vampires. His Lordship was testing you on whether you would waste your time trying to save them. I will see you again, pretty one," Elissa giggled as she walked away.

Morgan spat a piece of bone out of her mouth, a bone from the neck of one of the slaves, and then closed her eyes, glad to be alone for the moment.

I need to get through this, somehow. I must get through this.

Morgan stopped when she saw the Palace. She frowned and narrowed her eyes, trying to get over the shock at what she saw. She had likened the arena she had just fought in to the Arena in the Imperial City, and now she realised just why she had made that observation. There was no doubt in her mind.

The Palace looks like the White Gold Tower. Just covered in blood, fire and corpses.

She ran her hand across her face, unable to grasp what she saw was real. But it was. As she watched a scream issued from the top of the tower, a man falling from the very top of the spire. She then saw three other figures leaping off, and she could see the wings forming as they fell, catching the falling man and holding him off the ground in their grip, laughing as he feebly tried to release himself to die faster.

Are they…purebloods like Serana?

She shook off her musings, knowing she needed to move.

"It's her!"

"Look at her!"

"Flee, before she kills us all!"

She tried to block out the yells and cries of the damned, but she couldn't. Every time she passed a mortal, they cowered in fear and ran…usually into the arms of a vampire. The vampire then carried away their prey when they met her gaze as quickly as they could, leaving Morgan completely nonplussed.

After a few more minutes, she came to the huge doors that led inside the Palace. The two dremora opened the doors, their black soulless eyes meeting hers evenly.

"Enter."

"Thanks," Morgan replied dryly, walking past the heavily armed beings and entering the Palace.

And she stopped when she saw Molag Bal sitting on a throne made of bones, blood and pieces of flesh. She blinked, fighting the urge to flee at the horrific sight, and then took a moment to compose herself. She knew she was afraid, but she also knew she couldn't show that fear to the Prince. Morgan stepped forward and stopped before the smirking Daedric Prince.

"Lord Bal," Morgan said again, kneeling onto one knee, head bowed.

"Rise."

She did so, and then spotted someone kneeling next to Molag Bal. It was a stunningly beautiful woman, with long black hair and a red dress, similar to the one that Elissa had worn. And then she saw her face.

Valerica?

Valerica's eyes widened slightly and her mouth fell open when she spotted Morgan. But then she fixed her face to an impassive look, as though fearing what may happen should Molag see her surprise.

Molag bal chuckled, his hand reaching out and caressing Valerica's breasts with his hand.

"You are familiar with Valerica, yes? Of course you are, you do fuck her daughter after all."

Morgan gritted her teeth and remained silent.

"Not as talkative as you normally are. Ahhh, you have questions don't you? So full of questions you mortals are. Ask, but keep them simple."

Morgan winced as Molag grabbed Valerica and threw her onto his lap before placing a hand on her thigh, grinning at her. She felt sick. She gulped and took a breath.

"Why am I here?"

"Simple. Because I wished it so. And also because you brought me the necklace. You did everything as I planned, little Dragon."

Morgan frowned. She knew there was something he wasn't telling her, but she also knew asking him further would make him enraged. So she moved onto her most pressing question, the one that had plagued her mind as she travelled through Coldharbour.

"The vampires, most of the slaves and even that scaled creature all backed away or even ran away from me….why?"

Molag Bal pursed his lips, leaning back into his throne and moving his hand across to rest on Valerica's breasts. Valerica's face remained stoic, although Morgan could see a hint of revulsion in the eyes of the Volkihar vampire.

"Two reasons, curious one. The first reason is because I told my subjects to leave you be. The vampires were given explicit orders to allow you passage through my realm. As for the rest, the daedroths, the pitiful weaklings…maybe it is better if I showed you…"

Molag Bal waved his hand, and he nodded to Morgan's right. She turned and she staggered backwards at the sight.

A colossal white dragon stared back at her. It was massive, a wingspan larger than that of Odahviing and possibly bigger than Paarthurnax. Only Alduin had been larger than the creature before her. But unlike all those dragons, this one was a brilliant white, the scales shining and clear. There were silver tints along the wings and the membranes had red veins crossing through the skin. And when Morgan opened her mouth in shock, the dragon did the same, showing off rows of curved white teeth and a bloody red mouth.

"Fuck me…" she whispered.

"Now you see why you were allowed to move freely. This is how you are perceived to many in my realm."

Morgan was speechless. She managed to close her mouth, and the dragon did likewise. She moved closer…and then the image vanished from sight, a snort of amusement coming from Molag Bal. she turned to look at him, and he started chuckling, a deep rumbling noise that set her on edge.

"Now, onto other matters."

Morgan stood still, and only moved when Molag Bal grabbed Valerica by the arm and threw her onto the floor. Valerica landed on her feet, and she straightened her dress, not meeting Molag's gaze and fixing her eyes onto Morgan's.

"A gift, Morgan. Take her for yourself. She is delectable, I can attest to that hahaha!"

Morgan hissed in anger. The thought of even kissing Valerica was disgusting. She was Serana's mother for Sithis' sake. And when she saw the same feelings in Valerica's eyes, she knew that she agreed with her thoughts.

"You refuse? You pitiful little bitch, I could crush you within a moment! But all is not lost. Valerica. Take her for your own. It would not be the first time you dominated another here, would it?"

Morgan took a moment to prevent her from yelling an insult. She braced herself and she was grateful when Valerica gave a very small shake of her head when Morgan met her gaze again. Valerica turned around and she knelt down.

"I cannot do as you ask, My Lord. I accept any punishment you see fit to myself, but I will never harm my daughter again."

Morgan had no time to blink as Molag Bal snarled before holding his hand out. Valerica suddenly shot towards him, and he laughed as she ended up kneeling on his lap, his arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace.

"You will live for eternity as my toy, Valerica. Your weakness will fuel my drive. Now, if you do not wish for another round of punishment…Morgan Aurelius. I have a proposition for you, if you will. You returned the necklace to me. I have need of it, yet as you see, it is broken."

He smirked wickedly.

"I may fix the necklace and in doing so, you will be able to wear it, gaining new powers as you feed. You will become the most powerful of my creations. You may also find a use for the necklace but I shall allow you to find out for yourself what that may be."

"And in return?" Morgan asked quietly.

"You must suffer the pain and pleasure of another mortal. In doing so, you shall gain new insight in being what you are. You may also understand why you were chosen by Serana as her first Sired One."

"And if I refuse?"

Molag Bal ran his hands along Valerica's back before placing a hand down the back of her dress. Morgan gasped as a green hue hit her from Molag's free hand, and she felt herself toppling backwards, and was only prevented from falling to the ground by a pair of slender yet strong arms wrapping around her. Elissa's face came into view, and the vampire stole a kiss from the paralysed Morgan before setting her upright, her arms still wrapped around her.

"If you refuse, then I will 'experiment' my craft with Valerica here. And Elissa shall have her way with you at the same time. For eternity. Your answer! NOW!"

Morgan's lips quivered. She knew she had no chance now. At first, she had hoped that she may bargain with Molag Bal somehow, possibly send some souls to him as payment for returning her to Nirn. But she knew now that he had no intention of doing so without her having to pay a hefty price. Elissa's hands gently caressed her stomach, and Morgan couldn't help but moan slightly as her fingers found their way through her armour to rest on her bare skin. It felt like her fingers were on fire, and she craved more.

She was barely aware that Molag Bal was laughing, and when she felt Elissa's lips on her right earlobe, her fangs grazing her skin, her felt her legs going weak.

Damn him. I have no choice. I cannot allow Valerica to suffer so…and I cannot face Serana again if he uses Valerica in that manner.

"I accept, My Lord," Morgan choked out, hating the tears that had begun to fall.

There was silence for a few moments. Morgan kept her head bowed. She could not face his gaze now. And when he started laughing once more, all she felt was despair. Even the touch of the vampire holding her upright was forgotten.

I am so sorry, Serana.

"You have chosen wisely. Valerica. Begone! I shall have need of you in the future, but for now, leave me with our guest."

Morgan felt her head being lifted and she met Valerica's gaze only briefly. Serana's mother gently held her face with her hands before giving her a light kiss on the forehead before whispering in her ear.

"Thank you."

Morgan said nothing as she felt her grip loosen, and allowed her gaze to fall on the stone floor. She felt herself being carried bridal style by Elissa, who was still looking at her with lust in her fiery eyes, and Morgan realised that she was still in grave danger.

I am alone.

She felt herself being placed on something, and she glanced around briefly to see she lay on a bed, thick with rugs and furs. Four chains were attached at each corner and were glowing slightly, a sickly red hue emanating from the metal.

Morgan then faced forwards and saw Elissa was kneeling on the bed next to her, her gaze fixed on the Daedric Prince, who had walked away from his throne and was standing there with a smug expression on his face.

"You will survive a day of a mortals suffering. Should you succeed, the necklace shall be repaired and you shall be returned to Mundus. In you fail, and die during the ritual….you shall experience more pain than any before you before He takes your useless carcass for himself. Now, meet the mortal whose pain and pleasure you shall feel!"

"No…" Morgan whispered when she saw who Molag Bal had been talking about.

It was not her in person, more a shade, a spirit. But Morgan knew that she had been tricked. If it had been any normal mortal, she may have been able to survive. She had died once already after all. But when she saw the woman on her knees, chained between two stone pillars and her white dress ripped open to reveal her small yet perfectly formed breasts, Morgan cried out loud.

"Serana…"

Then she yelled as the chains at the edged of the bed sprang to life, wrapping around her wrists and ankles before pulling themselves taut so that she was pinned to the bed. She struggled, yet they never moved slightly. Her vampiric strength was no match for the magic that held her.

"YOU BASTARD!" she screamed, her fangs extending.

"Elissa, keep her quiet."

Morgan was helpless to prevent Elissa from grabbing her head and wrapping a piece of red cloth around her head, blocking her mouth to form a gag. She could taste deathbell on the fabric and she spotted the torn piece of Elissa's dress and knew she had torn her own clothing to make the gag.

I cannot Shout. I am defenceless.

Her eyes widened as Elissa nodded to Molag Bal, as though he had told her to do something else within her head, and she moaned in her gag as the vampire slowly stood up and looked down at her, her dress resting on her stomach. Elissa smiled before lowering herself onto Morgan's lap, her dress smothering Morgans legs. Morgan moaned again when Elissa's hands rested on her breasts. The sensations going through her were driving her crazy.

So she tried to buck Elisa off her, but she rode her easily, as though she were merely a horse. The vampire hissed playfully at Morgan and lowered herself so that she lay on top of her, her hair covering Morgan's face.

I am so sorry Serana.

"BEGIN! Hahahaha!"

Morgan felt the tears falling again, and as she tried to think of Serana once more, Molag Bal's voice filled her head.

"By the way, I neglected to mention that the ritual takes fourteen days. But seeing as you are in a hurry, to see your beloved Serana once more, all fourteen days shall be compressed into one. Thank you for your services, Morgan. Give my regards to Serana. HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Morgan screamed, but no-one would hear her. Because in Coldharbour, no-one was stupid enough to do anything about it…

A/N 3 for 3! Muhahahaha! *runs away cackling* O_O XD