It's funny how this concept of fanfic came to be, anyway, this is another three-shot after this, it doesn't make an ounce of sense with the pacing but at least it exists.
Main Author: Flight Nest
Assistant Author: Kleave Guy
As per usual, the authors owns nothing.
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"Each event is preceded by Prophecy. But without the hero, there is no Event."
Zurin Arctus, the Underking
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Lord Indornil Nerevar.
Hai Resdaynia!
Long Forgotten.
Forged Anew.
Three belied you!
Three betrayed you!
Born once more in dawn.
Given breath in dusk.
Hail Nerevarine!
Hail Hortator!
Hail Azura's Wrath Incarnate!
Champion of Azura.
Nerevar-Born-Again.
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Eina Tulle's day was going fine this morning after she saw Bell run off to the dungeon alongside a Knight of sorts who is the newest member of his family, but alas it seemed fate didn't smile on her today as just now she saw Hermes dragged into the Guild office and directly into Ournanos chamber.
That is not a good sign. Never has been. Combined with the sight of Asfi Al Andromeda pacing in front of the guild receptionist's desk, Eina couldn't help but think what happened with the Hermes Familia?
They always avoided trouble well enough with their god's clever leadership, not to mention paying their tax on time alongside providing valuable courier service to Orario, delivering letters and items on time and without damages.
"Um… Miss Asfi is everything alright?"
Wrong question to make it would seem, because as soon as she inquired, the Captain of the Hermes Familia snapped her head directly at Eina to meet her face, Bloodshot eyes locked with her concerned ones.
"Alright? Alright?! Alright, she asked?! Oh, it's just WONDERFUL! DELIGHTFUL EVEN! PERFECT YOU CAN EVEN SAY!"
"Oh um…"
"I'm just so OVERJOYED that fucking MORON decided to get himself entangled with a DAEDRIC FUCKING PRINCE! So yes! I am quite "ALRIGHT"!"
"Miss Asfi please-"
"I've told him to not get involved with Daedra, much less their PRINCES! But did he listen?! Oh noooooo… HE DIDN'T! INSTEAD HE DOUBLED DOWN!"
The captain of Hermes Familia aired out her accumulated frustration and grievances. Normally she would just sigh and accept it as reality but this time? It snapped- no, it utterly obliterated the camel's back and the rest of its entire skeleton.
"Ooooh! "Can I get a Smooch if I deliver this, Zu-Chan?" He said! "I deserved a Reward for helping you, the Star of my life!" He said! That FUCKING LECHEROUS PERVERT OF A GOD! NO WONDER WHY ZEUS LIKE HIM! BUNCH OF FUCKING WORMS THAT ONLY THINKS WITH THEIR SECOND HEAD!"
Asfi slammed both of her hands on the table, she was running low on fuel but she kept going until the very final stretch.
"AND WHO THE HELL IS THE HORTATOR?!"
Out there in the nearby street, a certain ashen-yet-golden-skinned Mer loudly sneezed as he made his way toward the Guild.
Asfi was exhaling steam from her mouth, her breathing sounded like that of a wild beast ready to tear someone in half, preferably an idiotic messenger God as that someone, and she looked like seconds away from actually spewing fire from her maw in a manner not at all dissimilar to a certain horned elf of the Miach Familia.
"I… I'm going to lie down." With her rant finished, Asfi slowly made her way to one of the sofas in the Guild building and collapsed without grace, burying her face into her palms, utterly drained of both her strength and the will to live, wanting nothing more than to cease to exist right here and now to be liberated herself from this agony she is currently suffering through.
But there is no such kindness here in Orario, so she just settled with silently crying in anguish.
Eina and the other guild employee could only look at her with pity, for others shrugged and returned to their work but Eina had a good idea of who "Zu-Chan" was, the half-elf looked at the symbol printed on the side and top of the wooden box.
A Crystal Star.
The sigil of the Lady of Dawn and Dusk. Instantly she was reminded of her mother giving her a bedtime story when she was a child.
She also knew about the rumors that surrounded Shalath Indornil Nerevar of Loki Familia, better known as Moonshadow, one of Loki's executives, though as of right now he is on a hiatus due to a grievous injury sustained from a previous expedition.
One of the most outrageous rumors was that he was the champion of a god that was not Loki.
Not an adventurer, but a champion.
A position that is thought to be extinct in the modern world ever since the gods descended from Aetherius, once champions of the gods were abundant before the gods descended. Now, champions of the Divines only exist merely in the pages of legends and folklore, with some even disputing their existence and doubting that they have ever been a thing in the first place.
Looking back at Asfi's state, Eina wished she could at least comfort her a little, maybe giving an assurance that Lord Hermes won't be sent back to Aetherius but... Her god did cause quite the panic.
She remembers reading somewhere that, the one time a Daedric Artefact appeared during the Great Feud, it caused quite the carnage. That particular incident was all more than enough to incentivize the Guild to exercise caution when another one appeared.
Another one did appear two years ago in the hands of an adventurer from Astarea Familia known only by her title of the Gale, who single-handedly decimated Rudra Familia and sent their patron god to heaven.
If rumors were to be believed, the Gale had wielded a golden, Far Eastern blade.
Bestowed upon her by a Daedric Prince who allegedly lends her the blade wreathed in furiously burning flare, hissing a shimmering crackling of spite, after being amused by the pure hatred and thirst for vengeance that the last member of the Astrea Familia harbored toward those that claimed the lives of her fellow warriors of the goddess of Justice, the Gale led a campaign of terror, a series of brutal murders and killing spree that were carried out by the hateful sole survivor who always leaves behind a charred corpse incinerated by the flame of the golden sword in her warpath.
She cannot help but wonder what happened to Gale. Some rumors said she vanished not too long ago, while others suggested that she might have survived and is now laying low, working as a waitress at the Hostess of Fertility, but that is highly unlikely. After all, Mia Grand surely would never employ a known serial killer, right?
Somewhere in a certain pub, a green-haired elf sneezed as she washed the plates, much to her embarrassment and the amusement of her silver-haired friend.
But that is neither here nor there. Reports go that the golden blade was left behind near the location where the Gale was last seen, and was eventually brought before Ouranous to lock it away in the deepest part of the Guild's Vault, never to see the light of days ever again…Only for the weapon to vanish not long after.
Going by the lack of surprise from the city founder, it seems that this is not the first time this has happened with a Daedric Artifact.
Eina started to tidy up her workspace, wondering what was happening in Orario now, her musing was cut off when Misha suddenly tapped her shoulder and whispered while stealing a gaze at the tired and near-dead Perseus.
"Hey, Eina... can you break this news slowly and gently."
"Why does the way you phrased it filled me with dread?"
"Um well… read this yourself." Misha then handed over a piece of paper, it was a written decree by Ouranos to Hermes. "…Miss Andromeda is going to tear her hair out when she sees this," the pink-haired girl whispers as Eina turns pale and finishes reading the decree imposed on Hermes familia.
"DAEDRIC ARTIFACT SMUGGLING?!" Unable to stop herself at times, those words of disbelief inadvertently blurted out of her loose tongue as her scream of disbelief rang across the hall of the Guild, seeing the sheer amount of fine written on it.
That much could buy you a fully furnished three-stories manor!
Before Misha could reassure her friend, the Half-Elf had already fallen to the floor, going out like a light being switched off. Her eyes are more vacant than the desolate and barren desert of Alik'r, while her Animus is in the process of leaving her body.
Just as everything starts to fall apart, the main door of the building jingles, its double door parting open as Shalath walks into the building holding a piece of bread. Even among the colorful denizens of Orario, he stood out with his ash and gold-colored skin, as if someone stitched two different elves together.
Despite not exactly looking the part of a Warrior-King of his kind at the current moment with his more plain garbs consisting of a simple blue robe and belt alongside the fairly ordinary-looking morsel of a half-eaten baked good, his presence nevertheless commands respect and reverence from every Elf within the building, compelling them to make way for him.
He stood before the guild receptionist's desk. "I'm looking for Eina, is she available…?" he asked, despite the casual mannerism his words carried the weight of a command, though Misha only pointed below her as the Nerevarine leaned forward and saw the Half-Elf state.
"Oh… Is she dead?" he asked while waving his hand at the half-elf face. "From Aetherius to Oblivion, can you hear me?"
There was no response.
"Azura's Grace…." he sighed before turning to Misha. "Have you seen my package? Lord Hermes said he-"
"Oh! Do you mean the Daedric Face of Terror? That was yours?" Misha interrupted the Dunmer halfway through the sentence, though not before apologizing for cutting him off. "Sorry, we're in a bit of a panic you see…"
"It was my face and it's fine, no doubt it's because Lord Hermes got into a… complication?"
"Yes…"
"Oh… am I in trouble then?"
"HORTATOOOOOOOR…" was the cursed and slow wailing of Asfi Al Andromeda as she slowly rose from her resting place like an Ancestral Ghost. Her visage is an unsettling reminder of those undead beings. So much so that for a moment, he thought he was in an ancient tomb of Vvadenfell again.
"Um… did I slight you in any way f'lah?"
"YOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU…." What's worse, the way she snarled those words out was practically identical to how a blighted, feral Kagouti wandering in the Ashland would complete with the temper and rabid fury of one to match.
"B'vehk!" he curses as the captain of Hermes Familia lunges at him, aiming to strangle him with extreme prejudice.
In all honesty, he preferred an actual Kagouti over this one, because at least they are far more easy to deal with than a woman's scorn.
He would know. Almaxia is a testament to that.
Eina meanwhile who just recovered was greeted by the sight of Loki's Moonshadow being strangled by Hermes's Perseus who was shouting all sorts of rather colorful and creative profanities and curses at him as soon as she opened her eyes.
It took several levels two adventurers and all of the staff to be able to barely remove and restrain the maddened captain of the courier familia from the Dunmer.
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Shalath Indornil Nerevar rarely felt fear or surprise, not after everything. Not after Dagoth- no Voryn, not after Hircine, and certainly not after Almalexia. His red and blue eyes stared at the last piece of paper from the guild, he was stuck here for the past three hours now.
Everything started because Hermes got caught trying to smuggle a package from Lady Azura, how he was caught remained a mystery.
"Tsk. Incompetent buffoon." The Hortator cursed, his ornate smoking pipe lay unused on the table due to a no-smoking rule within the guild lobby.
He eyed the wooden box beside one of the Guild attendant's feet, a half-elf named Eina Tulle waving his hand to call her over as she carried the box in her arms.
"Tulle, it's done." With the final set of paper signed and written he quickly passed it to her. "I hope I filled everything correctly."
"Of course, please wait as I verify it." She bowed before leaving and vanished into the sea of people, all he could do was wait as the Nerevarine examined the parcel that had the signature of a Crystal Star. The brand of Azura.
That alone was enough to set the guild on edge, he just discovered that the Guild has a strict policy regarding Daedric objects, Oraunous' policy of the Guild is to be wary of the Daedric Princes, for they do not have limitations or restrictions in using their Authority. Should they want to, they can destroy Orario on a whim.
And as a Daedric Prince, Azura is more than capable, and willing, to pluck Shalath from Orario back to Nirn if she so pleases.
Something the Nerevarine can understand well enough. Not to mention Daedric items are considered contrabands, no exceptions are to be made, even for items as innocent or harmless as the Azura's Star.
"My appreciation Mr Shalath, and once more, I apologize for the wait. Today was far more understaffed than I had expected. Rose taking a sudden sick leave brings down our performance by quite a bit."
She quickly passed the relevant ownership document to the Dunmer, a quick skim and he understood the purpose of such documents.
"No it's my fault really, I should have known Lord Hermes was going to be used as a pack mule by Lady Azura."
"This Lady Azura seems to be quite…Influential to order Lord Hermes around." Eina muses, she was told about the existence of the Daedric Princes when she joined the guild, but never in her life would she be involved.
She hoped this was the only time this happened to her.
"You have no idea. In terms of power and influence alone, she surpasses at least over a hundred gods here. Had she decided to come here and form a familia, I have little doubt that she would be one of the top-ranking ones. If not the one on the very top." Shalath explained… though there was a tinge of pride in this voice, a sort of faith in the divine.
Though his mind did wander away into darker places, the fact that if Lady Azura were to descend and form a familia no doubt he would be pulled away from Loki's Familia.
It's embarrassing to admit but he has grown very fond of them ever since he joined long ago.
"Either way, can I take the package home with me now?"
"You should be able to. Lord Ouraunous himself has deemed it safe after it was brought before him for inspection. Though he did request to not parade it around. Something about causing a panic attack among other gods."
The Dunmer nodded at the warning as he slowly pried the box lid open intending to inspect the content.
There it was, the Daedric Face of Terror. Gently removing it from its container, The Dunmer inspected the Snarling Helmet with a slight nostalgia. No obvious damage or signs of decay he could see. Then again, he should not expect any less from an Artifact.
"Credit when it's due, Lord Hermes did promise there wouldn't be any damage and it would arrive on time."
"That he does." though she still looked quite wary at the Daedric Face's snarling visage.
"Don't worry, I won't be wearing it around... Well unless there is a war to be fought." The Hortator reassured the Half-Elf as he placed it back into the box.
While Eina seems to not quite understand the reason behind the order made by the ruler god of the city Shalath does. Throughout his Prophetic vision sent to him by Lady Azura in the form of dreams, the Daedra of Dusk and Dawn were the mortal enemies of many deities here, countless more feared her, and her reputation alone could inspire terrors in the heart of even more.
He owed the Aedra of the Sky many things and concealing his status as Azura's champion was one of them. Had he not, Loki would have had to deal with unnecessary problems that come with his presence in her familia.
"Anyway, I should return to the Twilight Manor or Lady Loki will throw a tantrum about being left alone."
Huh, that's right, shouldn't today be the day when the expeditionary force makes their return? Knowing Loki she would throw a feast sooner or later to celebrate their safe return.
It is hard to believe that she is the daughter of Lorkhan.
Picking the wooden box and tucking it under his arm, he bid the Guild attendant farewell as he made his way to the door, though he did look behind him and saw lord Hermes leaving from the Room of Prayer. He looked… quite beaten.
A noticeable black eye and scratch mark on his face that looked like the claws of a Grievous Twilight decorate his features.
It seems that Lady Azura was as displeased with the god spectacularly failing his assignment. But his suffering has only just begun, for as soon as he walked out to the open, the captain of his familia, who has been held back by the staff and no small amount of onlooking adventurers, switched her attention and lunged at him this time.
"YOU DAMN SHIT-FOR-BRAAAAAAAAAAIN!" She lunged as she pinned her patron god on the ground, before slapping him left and right cursing him with fresh, renewed fury.
Shalath watched the commotion for a moment before deciding that he should leave now, exiting the guild he quickly made his way back home, though, on the way there, he wondered what lunch he should have today.
It was nearly midday, Jagamarukun was tempting but he wasn't in the mood for snacks. Not to mention, Lady Hestia's stand is not open today, nor would be for the next few days, something about celebrating the arrival of a new member of her familia.
Call him biased, if you will, but Shalath preferred the one managed by the Goddess of the Hearth over a similar, and arguably more high-class, booth that offered the same products, between her cheerful disposition and respectful yet casual attitude toward him as the Hortator, which he greatly appreciated, and the hardworking nature of Zenithar, the deity that she was intimately close to before she left Aetherius, that has rubbed off on her.
At least… from what he heard from Lady Loki and Azura, the gossip of the divine tends to be… quite interesting from time to time.
It does help that the Potato treats she made are more pleasant on the tongue than other similar outdoor shops, as to be expected from the Deity who is considered the Symbol of the warmth that brought families closer together at the dinner table. Perhaps that is why she is the favorite of many gods and adventurers, him included. It's ironic considering the relationship between her and Loki.
Who would have expected that Loki, for all her showboating, is far younger than Hestia?
"I call her a hag for a reason damn it!"
Her voice echoes in his mind, which makes the Dunmer chuckle in amusement. No matter how much she insisted otherwise, he is well aware that the Divine Jester is grateful that the Keeper of the Sacred Flame appealed to Akatosh to spare her during the Dawn Era. Lost in thought, the Dunmer, from the corner of his eyes, saw a noodle stand, it's not the sticky pork and radish noodles he was familiar with, but he was craving some noodles regardless.
"I think I'll settle for noodles today."
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"Welcome hoooome!" Shalath saw Loki bolt out of the manor and right into the group of returning expeditionary forces and practically threw herself out of the door at them with her arms open wide.
Aiz, Tiona, and Tione easily sidestepped away from the oncoming hug but alas
Lefiya didn't realize what was happening until, "Huh, wha? Eeeek!" She was trapped in the embrace and fell to the ground.
Shalath laughed at the sight as he stepped out of the door following Loki, he won't jump around like a monkey, he has an image to maintain. Plus his old bones can't take it.
"Welcome home."
"Shalath!"
"Old man!"
"We're home."
The three girls greeted him, it always warms his heart to see all of them safe, the Dunmer quickly made his way to Loki with an exasperated sigh but retained a smile as he grabbed Loki by the collar of her shirt and yanked the divine off Lefiya.
"Loki, please don't go harassing your children, poor Lefiya is having a heart attack."
"Oh, my, my. My bad, Lefiya. Kinda got caught up in the moment." She laughed it off while dangling on the Nerevarine's hand.
"I-it's okay…"
Shalath turned around as he faced Finn, the Pallum was holding Muatra, and judging from the smell of dry monster blood that permeated the spear it was used a lot. "I see Muatra served you well."
"It's certainly a reliable spear, Shalath."
From the corner of his eyes, he could see Ais avoiding looking at Muatra… ah right she accidentally stumbled on the Thirty-Six Sermons written by Vehk last year, poor girl, her reaction was quite visceral.
He vividly remembers the screaming before the devastating tempest unleashed by her tore through the private library and Riveria was not pleased in the slightest at the damage, he took the wise decision to make himself scarce.
"For a so-called fishing spear turned weapon it's quite reliable, not to mention its ability to cause a monster to just wither into bones made it quite invaluable in this expedition." Finn praised the spear before looking back at Shalath. "Do you want it back?"
"Maybe next expedition, keep it for now." pretending to be sick under Loki's order is quite embarrassing, then again no living being can just walk back up after being impaled in the stomach on their last expedition.
The Corprus has done quite a number on his body.
'Voryn's lovely parting gift' he wanted to snort at the idea.
"Did anything happen back home?" the Captain asked, it's oddly specific. Did he hear about the commotion this morning in the guild?
"Nothing much besides-"
"Shalath has been bullying me non-stop!" Loki interrupted the Dunmer as she flailed around, he simply opened his hand and let the trickster of heaven fall to the ground with a thud.
"Ough! Hey! Be gentle will ya! I'm a delicate maiden!"
"You are anything but a delicate maiden, spawn of Lorkhan." There was a mumbling of agreement from the female members of the expedition force at the Dunmer's scathing words reducing Loki into a near whimpering state as she tried to fight back against the Dark Elf.
The rest of the adventurers walked around them to go inside with the tension leaving their shoulders as they finally returned home Shalath spotted a certain blonde girl among the crowd.
"Aiz! Welcome home!"
"Welcome home Aiz."
"I'm back, Loki…Shalath."
He has many regrets, but joining Loki Familia was not one of them.
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Shalath sat at one of the long tables in the dining room, it's always a pleasure to hear about the bravery and adventure of his allies. He liked Loki's reasoning for encouraging everyone to eat and drink together.
"We live together, we eat together."
Now that the expedition is over he can at least indulge the younger member's attempts at impressing him. Only the lookouts on patrol were absent from the feast unfolding inside Twilight Manor. It went without saying that the narrow hall was very crowded.
From the corner of his eyes, the Dunmer could see Ais struggling to squeeze herself into the hall, there was a troubled air around her, and he took a mental note to ask Riveria about it as soon as possible. Despite the returnees' lack of energy Tiona in particular was more than happy to recount the events of their expedition over burgeoning plates of food and glasses of delicious wine..
"And then we found Cadmus dead!"
"Dead? That's hard to believe, someone must have gotten there first." which is odd, as the familia that can go to that level of depth can be counted with only one hand.
"I know right?! it's odd how they just up and left behind the Cadmus Hide, that thing can make near indestructible armors!" Tiona continued with her rambling while chewing her meal, much to her twin sister's chagrin at her lack of table manners.
"If only we can use that for your Urga." Tione snorted. Now that she mentioned it, he didn't see that monstrosity of a sword.
"Actually what happened to your Urga? I don't see it and usually, the two of you are inseparable." Shalath took a sip of his wine, hoping it would lessen the reason given.
That weapon was not cheap to make.
"" It melted.""
"Wait, how? Not a lot of things are capable of melting adamantine."
"Yeah!, there's a new species of monster that looks like a caterpillar, I sliced it open and it spilled acid."
Nerevar-Reborn nodded at the explanation, but as of right now, the only thing he cared about was that everyone made it home safe. He could see the exhausted adventurer's tension leave their shoulders.
"Tione, is there a meeting after dinner?"
"The captain said to take it easy tonight. We'll take care of it in the morning."
"That's our Finn!"
Though alas, Loki had to ruin his peace.
"So! What'cha got from the Guild earlier today, Shalath? Caught wind of how much of a fuss ya kicked up because of it!"
As par for the course, the Divine Jester wasted not even a single second in making the Dunmer the center of attention in the hall the very moment everyone finished up their meals and drinks, plopping herself onto the seat beside him and preparing to wring out as much juicy informations from him as possible.
Both out of a desire to sate her curiosity, and to embarrass him in front of everyone, Riveria especially for her amusement, as she always has.
"Ehhhhhh?! Shalath got into trouble with the guild?!" Everyone in the dining hall shouted at the same time.
"Bet it's something naughty, eh~?" Grinning ear to ear in a manner that reminded him of a certain eccentric Khajiit hermit living near Dagon Fel, she nudged his side slightly with her elbow, making him fight back the urge to roll his eyes.
Shalath should not expect today to be any different, for this is the norm of this familia; him being Loki's favorite target for her urge to make a fool out of someone for her amusement, as befits her nature.
At least today it will help release some of the remaining tension with everyone else.
"It's certainly not a Bust of Dibella. It will not do, making you feel inadequate about what you lack now." It was also the norm for him to turn the table on her.
It was… almost a comedic routine.
"Gugh-!" As though she was struck by an invisible strike, the verbal jab physically sends Loki reeling. Hearing the name of the Aedra who is considered to be among the most, as those perverted scums at Denatus would so eloquently put it, "Stacked" Deities out there, comparable to Demeter herself in terms of the three sizes, was no different than the incantation of a purification spell that came close to exorcising her, "D-Don't mention that cow here!"
"Sure, Sure." the Dunmer waved her words off with a smug smile on his face.
He may not zealously worship the Nine Divines like the Imperial, neither back on Nirn and most certainly not here, but the Hortator was nonetheless grateful for the Aedra of Beauty's assistance just by invoking her name to deal a devastating blow on his troublesome Goddess.
If only she was here in Orario for him to express this gratitude in person, but alas, much to the disappointment and dismay of countless male Gods in this city lament her decision to remain in Aetherius and watch over Nirn.
"In any case, I received a Package from Lady Azura."
"Really? Boo, that's lame. I was expecting something a bit more exciting than that." Her apparent displeasure did not come as a surprise to him, "Of course, it is that vainglorious tramp."
Out of all the Daedric Princes that governed over Oblivion, it is the founding tribunal of Dunmer Culture, that the Divine Jester truly has personal gripes with. For his Patron, Loki's contempt for her stems from her being looked down upon by the Ruler of Moonshadow for being "inferior".
Then again, Azura rarely viewed anyone as her equal, even more so back in the Dawn Era, and nothing can change her opinion that is set in stone.
'You would have better luck in getting the Sload accepted by the rest of Tamriel.'
"At least it's not Boethiah. I'd beat his ass if he ever showed his face here." While Boethiah is slightly better, it was not by much. The Dark Lord has always been the one to bested her in Combat consistently way back then, when Loki's aggressive nature was at its peak during the conception of Mundus, with few being able to overpower her in a duel.
Even Raymon Ebonarm was outdone by her once, but the Prince of Plot has never known defeat at the hands of the Divine Jester, and it genuinely bruised her pride, if she is honest with herself.
"H-Hey! What's with the looks?! I am not sulking! Promise!"
Which is next to impossible. The only thing she will ever be honest about is girls.
"You are an awful liar when you are flustered, Loki."
"Oh! Now comparing me to that spider, are you?!" However, if there is someone who could trample on Loki's confidence as a Trickster Deity, it has to be Mephala.
No matter how hard she tries, she can never measure up to what her fellow Deceitful Deity could with a mere effortless flick of her finger, leaving Loki always ten steps behind the Webspinner when it comes to manipulation and deception.
In this game of chess, the Spider always outsmarted her at every turn, making her dance in her palm, until she checkmated her every single time. Not once has Loki ever won a competition against her, such as that one time with the Ayleid Princess Anurraame of Erokii.
All in all, she has little good to say about the Three Ancestral Daedra of his People, and their name alone is enough to dampen her mood. Best not to bring it up again before it plummeted to an abysmal level.
"I never said anything of the sort. It's just your assumption." Shalath finished the last of his wines before standing up. "Besides, don't you have a certain responsibility?"
She was about to pour herself another glass of wine when Loki suddenly shot up to her feet as though she'd remembered something important.
"Almost forgot! Anyone wantin' a Status update today should come ta my room. Doin' everybody one after another tomorrow would take a lot out of me. So how 'bout ten of ya tonight?"
Just like a whimsical deity, Loki didn't have much of a plan. However, her followers were used to this and didn't complain.
"So, what's your plan for tonight Shalath?" Loki asked as she poured herself the last glass for tonight. "Hopefully nothing too loud with Riveria?"
"I… I have no intention of visiting her tonight."
"Ooo? Careful now, don't wanna insult the elf princess now."
"Boethiah's blade… shut that deceitful hole you call a mouth spawn of Lorkhan." Shalath shoved his face to the Goddess's face with a thin smile on his face. "... beside my bed's calling out to me…"
He waved his hands at the goddess as he left the hall intending to sleep the night away, and hopefully, this time he wouldn't be haunted by the dreams of his foul murder, the last thing he wanted to see was the accursed face of the demented false goddess he once called his wife in his past life while Riveria is on his mind.
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This fanfic was made on a spur of a moment.
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