Casix stood in the armory with his arms out stretched while the women from his harem placed his armor on him. He wanted to find a way to get under the skin of the Dragonborn and was being adorned with the jewelry and weapons he took from The Thanes home.
He wanted to wear the tattered blades armor Travius used to wear while they travelled together. He found that Travius clothing and armor all fit him suspiciously well but opted not to wear the armor as it covered his tattoos and he wasn't trained to fight ins much heavy armor anyway.
He had Vhornyak's hammer and was mad at himself for being careless with Aratore's bow and Vhornyak's arm that he now no longer had possession of as he really wanted to flaunt them as well.
He dismissed the women who all quickly left the armory. Always happy to be relieved of his presence. He took one last walk around the armory until he found something that caught his attention more than anything else. A black ebony mace that shined and shimmered and as he walked past it. Unknown to him, it was the mace of Molag Bal.
He grabbed it and tried to pull it off its display but it simply would not budge no matter how hard he pulled. He inspected it and didn't see any type of restraint holding it in place as it just simply sat on the mount.
He went to pull it again and had the same results. Something changed this time though. When he went to let go he couldn't move his hand off of it. He felt all control leave as an unseen presence consumed him. A strange purple and black aura began to hover over him. His eyes, nose and ears began to bleed and his pupils rolled into the back of his eyes.
"I've been waiting for your curiosity to get the better of you Mortal. I gave this gift to the Orc and he keeps it as a display, a trophy. He no longer makes the effort to honor me with this weapon as he promised. Will you?" A voice said to him through the aura.
"I will make my own name. I need no fealty to a Daedra." Casix said defiantly through his pain.
"You already honor me through actions mortal. Why not accept my gifts to achieve your goal of domination. I can offer your people something greater than those conniving elves ever will."Molag Bol said to him.
"You presume to know the needs of my people. We need no help from you." Casix said
"I know more than you ever will, Mortal. I know you are not one of your people, even if they don't. Some are suspicious though. It's only a matter of time. The elves will use that against you, with me, by the time they know it will no longer matter. Do you presume to know who I am?"
Casix had no response. He only knew his pain was increasing with each bit second that passed.
"I am Molag Bal" the voice said to him.
Casix developed a small smirk as he heard that name. It was a name he was certainly familiar with.
"I've been waiting for someone to equip my weapon who will actually feed the maces thirst. When you touched it…she weeped for your hands. The way you make your enemies submit, the way you defile and dominate them is an endeavor of beauty. Accept my gift, accept this mace and you'll be the most feared name in Tamriel. Do you accept?" Molag Bol said to him.
Casix started to seize in pain as the blood dripped down his face from his orifices and was becoming unbearable now. He wanted to remain defiant but was realizing the futility of doing so.
"You will make those you conquer feel as I make you feel now." He said to Casix.
"Then I accept!" Casix yelled through a broken voice
The aura dissapeared and the pain immediately subsided. Casix held onto the mace and pulledlp. This time it came right off the mount into his possession.