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*Oblivion, the Hollow City*
During the past two years, the Hollow City was finally establishing itself to be a safe zone in hell like it once was a thousand years ago. After Jon liberated the city from the Realm of Coldharbour causing it to become its own realm, the Hollow City expanded as Soul Shriven inhabitants were fighting for it as their eternal salvation.
More to that, a temporary portal would open every month to trade goods between the city and people who came from Tamriel, those, of course, are the people of the Dare Dragon Company but never really revealed that name in Oblivion for discretion purposes. The DDC would send goods and food to the Hollow City in exchange for Cold Iron and materials that can only be harvested in Oblivion. Of course, it is illegal to conduct business in Oblivion especially after the Oblivion Crisis and opening such dangerous portals is very prohibited so Jon made sure to place that portal in a cave under the sea. If the Daedra ever manage to discover the Hollow City and cross to the Mortal World from it, a safety mechanism would completely sink the underwater cave and send a terrifying splash of water pressure to the other side of the portal.
So with these security measures at hand, Jon would find no problem dealing with anything related to the realm.
After two years, Jon stepped foot once again in the Hollow City which looked completely different now. Sir Cadwell and his Pale Knights order have started doing actual raids against the realm of Coldharbour. Jon couldn't believe it but that calculative and cunning old soul was actually freeing more slaves from Molag Bal in order to increase the number of his Soul Shriven comrades and as he said, he is searching for the "fresh ones".
The Soul Shriven of Coldharbour are people who used to be Mortals but Molag Bal has tempered with their souls taking away their Anuic Animus and replacing it with a Daedric one like the Daedra. It makes the Soul Shriven almost immortal but at what cost! They had an expiration date to their minds. After they die a few times in the extensive torture of Coldharbour, their minds become completely broken and they turn feral. Those ferals are used by the Daedra as labor animals and cattle in the best cases.
What Sir Cadwell was looking for was people who haven't died even once and had the ability to preserve their minds like himself. After all, he has lived (technically as a Soul Shriven) longer than anyone or anything putting him in a close age to people like Divayth Fyr.
Whatever the result, Jon didn't have that much hope regarding the Soul Shriven. As long as they are useful, he will conduct business with them. If they are not, he will cut ties right away.
But there was one thing important that made him be appreciative of the fact that he has Soul Shriven on his side. In the Hollow City, Jon discovered that Serana Volkihar, Princess of the Vampire Clan Volkihar, has left him a message.
"Your spell has been broken but I recovered the thing you left behind. My Father is calm on the outside but his rage will be directed towards you once the Castle reaches the Mortal World once again. Be warned. Take those who are close to you and flee. I don't wish for my father to possess the power you can grant him."
Cold words after cold words making Jon sigh between every sentence as if he was being pitied.
"Where's that Xikil?" Jon threw the message in the fire and started looking for someone to vent some stress on.
Jax, who accompanied Jon in the Hollow City, pointed out towards the edge of the realm where the waters of Oblivion edged the reality. Jon arrived there and found Xikil having some quality time bossing some Soul Shriven miners around.
"Look who's here? If it is not our friend Xikil whom we totally ran into by chance and totally weren't looking for him on purpose." Jon said as he made himself visible to Xikil.
Jax snorted knowing the sadistic nature of his Master is obviously up to no good again.
Meanwhile, the Daedric Titan that is Xikil tried to slide away silently acting as if he didn't notice Jon.
"Hey! I am right here you, asshole." Naturally, Jon left no leeway for him.
"Ahaha haha! Mortal? What are you… what are you doing here?" Xikil turned around feeling like he would bury himself if he could.
"Why are you stuttering, old friend? If I wasn't here to reward you, I would have thought you were thinking I am here to bully you or something." Jon said as he pulled the horn of the Daedric Titan down by one hand.
"Come on, Mortal. Last time you summoned me was the most shameful of all. I got killed in less than a minute." Xikil couldn't believe Jon.
"Exactly. Last time you were against a real Dragon, you idiot. It is praiseworthy you lasted a few seconds." Jon slapped Xikil forehead and continued, "That's why I will bestow a gift upon you today."
Seeing Jon all excited, Xikil didn't let his guard down and replied with narrowed eyes.
"What kind of reward would it be?"
"Take a wild piss."
"I don't know, you never rewarded me."
"You unloyal bastard. How could you forget that I bestowed upon you this body of Daedric Titan making you the coolest Daedra in Oblivion and sat your revival location here so that you never get caught by Molag Bal? Tsk tsk tsk tsk. Jax, this child has become too unruly."
"Yes, yes. Master must see to reeducate him." Jax nodded
"Argh! I get it. What do you want from me, Mortal?" Xikil decided he can no longer escape the tragedy about to befall.
"Xikil, we have known each other for three years now. Aside from turning you into a Titan, I am now going to turn you into something new." Jon said brightly.
"Hold up! I very much like being a Titan." Xikil started shaking his head and backing away.
"Oh! Don't get me wrong, me too. I am only going to give you an extra ability." Jon said, "You see, I have been experimenting with Daedric Princes' Spheres of Power lately and I have come to discover some interesting new things. I have been hiding you here in this realm for some time now so that Molag Bal doesn't notice you but I can now break you from his influence."
"Huh?"
"Come on, Xikil. Don't you want to live freely? You are basically a slave to Molag Bal but you can break that bond now once I remold you."
Jon's offer sounded too good… too good to be true at that. Xikil thought of the best-case scenario and asked a certain question.
"How painful will it be?"
Jon's sly smile crumbled and gave out a long sighed.
"You see, that's what I hate about Daedra hanging around Mortals too often. They can get some brains after all." Jon said as he looked coldly at Xikil.
"I knew it." Xikil seemed proud of his achievement exposing Jon but he soon came to regret it.
"Plan B!"
Out of nowhere, Jax threw out a long orichalcum chain over Xikil which caused the Daedric Titan to panic but on the other side, [Wrath] appeared and received the other end of the chain.
In a few swift movements, the Chain was wrapped around Xikil binding his legs, hands, wings and mouth.
"Kuh o moal!" (Curse you, mortal)
"Who told you to use your brain, you fool." Jon said as he opened a portal with [Pride] while putting on the mask [Krilon] and donning [Greed] as a cloak.
"Didn't you have an Overkyn sister who works the Black Forge in Coldharbour? Let's go pay her a visit."
What Jon did a while ago was something and what he said just now was an entirely new form of horror. Xikil is used to Jon's bullying but there is one that he fears above all else. His sister.
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The Black Forge was a place famed in Oblivion for being the most unfortunate spot a Dremora or a Soul Shriven can be assigned to. It is basically Hell incarnate. The Soul Shriven would be used like animals to transport ore and rotate the mills under the whip of the Dremora slavers. Even the undead would receive better treatment compared to what the Soul Shriven get. On the other hand, the Dremora workers of the forge would work day and night in folding metal and shaping weapons.
The overseer of this hellhole is Vixili, Xikil's sister.
For Daedra to become brothers and sisters is not something unusual. Xikil and Vixili were from the same patch that was created from the Chasm of Oblivion. As they were adopted in the same Dremora clan, they were considered churls together and dreamt about vanquishing mortals together. Still, reality was too cruel since Xikil was very frequent to get summoned by Mortal Wizards while Vixili found her opportunity in the Black Forge.
Over time, Xikil became a low ranking Dremora while Vixili became an Overkyn, a noble among the nobles of Oblivion.
But one day, an invader broke into Coldharbour and Xikil disappeared for almost three years yet on this very day, Vixili could finally since Xikil nearby.
"Shaka! Axuka! Bring me my Hammer… not the Forging Hammer, the Disciplining Hammer." Vixili shouted as her assistants ran around to bring her a very sinister hammer that she can wield properly with one hand.
Vixili's appearance is not that different from any female Daedra. She is bald, mean-looking, ugly and definitely with some bone spores and horns on her head. Aside from that, her outfit was made of Daedroth Leather with a lot of nails and coming out from it and had many piercings on her nose, cheeks, tongue and ears. She is basically a metalhead even among the Dremora.
As she walked towards the direction she expected to meet Xikil, her troublemaker brother, she felt something really ominous.
An unnatural amount of power, an endless stream of energy focused on a small point to create the most destructive pressure ever, an unrelenting force that can make anyone feel the absolute creeps.
All that power landed on the front gate of the Black Forge blowing it open with a bang.
"Well well well, it is as if I only was here yesterday."
The Voice of a Mortal echoed around the forge displaying a terrifying amount of power that would stun your average Daedra motionless.
"Not on my watch!"
Vixili roared in anger seeing her turf being invaded. Such insolence hasn't happened in three years and she is still angry about it. Now that it happened again, there is no way this would go unpunished.
She charged to the gate only to witness one of the most bizarre scenes ever. Hundreds of her kin were lying around motionless while a man was standing over them holding nothing but a staff. To make it all weirder, there was a Daedric Titan, one of the top Daedric creatures, tied with chains and being dragged by two strange entities. One was a Bone Colossus and the other a Minotaur.
A Mortal, a Beast, an Undead, and a Daedra. If that's not an intercultural assembly of some sort then Vixili wouldn't know what kind of situation she's facing. Still, that mortal has a particular mask, something that many Daedra are familiar with.
The Mask of Krilon, something that belongs to a human mercenary named Krilon who angered Molag Bal quite badly. It was also the man whom she suspects of kidnapping Xikil.
"DIE!" Vixili ran towards Jon swinging her hammer at him but… all Jon needed to do is to kick her away.
The difference in power was overwhelming.
Three years ago, this man known as Krilon had to outsmart her in order to escape with the Cold Iron he came to steal but now, she didn't even last a single exchange.
"You abhorrent Mortal! Lord Molag Bal will personally come after you. You think you can cause trouble in his realm and walk away like last time?" She stood up not that much hurt from the kick while glaring and shouting.
The Dremora of the realm started to gather towards her and circled Jon with their blades and spears.
"I'll give you this warning only once. Stay out of my way while I do my business and leave you in peace." Jon said in total arrogance.
"Hmph! Get him!" Vixili roared.
Jon took a few steps ahead implying that he will take them all by himself. The Dremora couldn't resist the challenge and all charged at Jon with the intent to cut him to pieces.
"Fools!"
Jon had only one word to say as he called out a small hammer in his hand. He raised it effortlessly and then descended with it on the ground hitting it once, twice, thrice, to no end.
The hammer was small, the hits her performed weren't even that powerful but for some reason, the land was shaking.
In the next instant, strange figures came from the ground wreaking havoc in the army or Dremora surrounding him.
"Metal… Metal Atronachs!"
"Retreat! We can't defeat them. This Mortal is treacherous."
"Damn you, Mortals. Dishonorable bastards!"
The Dremora were so angry as Jon seemed to have conjured an Army of his own. Metal Atronachs no less.
An Atronach is an Elemental Daedra Golem but the term Golem has fallen out of favor since many Atronachs possess lives of their own. Still, this wouldn't apply to a Metal Atronach. They are artificial golems through and through.
How Jon created so many so fast was the mystery of the day but it all can be attributed to the small hammer he was carrying and his ability to control an enormous number of summons.
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[Deadland Hammer] <Daedric>
- Create Iron Atronachs
- Hazardous Touch
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"Clean the place." Jon said and the Metal Atronachs started making loud metal screeching as they moved towards the Daedra.
A Metal Atronachs is simply a walking pile of scrap and metal ore. They looked like Frost Atronachs but by their metallic nature alone, they were the ultimate ground force any Conjurer would dream of controlling.
In mere minutes, the Dremora of the Black Forge were being stomped down and pushed back to the Fire Pits that exist all around the forge. Only Vixili and a handful of Dremora remained.
"Filthy bleeding mortal! I'll make you suffer."
Even when cornered, the Dremora were a relentless bunch read to fight till the end. Still, only one man was able enough to make racist comebacks at those Daedra putting them into their natural place as lesser beings to Mortalkind.
"Lowly Dremora creatures, your kind is one pain in the ass yet scamps have more use than you are." Jon said.
"Say that again, Mortal. I d…"
The Dremora that just spoke flew out of his place right to the hand of Jon being held up from the neck.
"For a fake lifeform with fakes souls, you have a lot of goddamn ego." Jon said and turned to Vixili, "Tell me, Dremora. If I come one day and tell you that the fake souls you have which let you reincarnate endlessly after death can simply be… extinguished, will you still have that same ego?"
Anyone who is present whether Mortal or Daedra can pretty much tell that the fun Jon is now gone. When it comes to putting the Daedra in line, Jon would turn into the meanest most terrifying creature on Mundus or Oblivion.
Still, the words he said about extinguishing the lives of Daedra are simply absurd. You can't kill a Daedric creature unless you are a Daedric Prince with powers that transcend…
That was where denial ended and all the stages were slipped right to realization. The Dremora in Jon's hand now withering… he was turning greyish then losing all the color of his skin before simply… crumbling.
What he turned into was simply dust.
"You're all but dust and to dust you shall return. Amen." Jon spoke in full display of his might.
The Dremora can tell, they can swear that they saw the red light of their kin's eye be extinguished. They can no longer feel his soul, remember his name or… they can't even see the realm this Mortal is standing on.
It was a suppression mechanism. Unlike the Mortals, Daedra have limits and these limits are made into their souls to keep them forever as lesser creatures that serve the Daedric Princes. They have no shred of potential to speak of even though they may have desires and emotions. Their emotions were made to give them a sense of their world but only a mortal can play on these emotions like this.
Fear! That's the Magic without Magicka. Lead them by fear and they will never utter a word. Jon knows how to use fear even though he hates it for fear is the weapon on the cowards.
"Aside from extinguishing Daedric Souls, I can very much create a Dremora Centipede… don't look at me like that, it is not as disgusting as the movie. We're just going Hancock style, you're head in his ass and the next, centipede style. No? Alright… as long as you know who's Boss."
There was no longer an escape from a mortal like this. Today, every Daedra in the Black Forge shall know the suffering of their kin, Xikil.
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"Mortal, I shall never forgive you." Vixili roared at Jon.
"I frankly don't care… hold up! You're the sister, right?"
At that moment, Jon managed to identify Vixili among the crowd of Dremora that pretty much looked alike to him.
"The sister?" She asked back in confusion.
"Yeah, Xikil's sister."
"You! That's right! You were the one who kidnapped him. I always knew this good for nothing will fall one day so low that he will be kidnapped by a mere mortal." Vixili roared in anger and walked towards Jon who felt amused by her ignorance.
"Do I have to extinguish a few of your comrades to put you in line as well?" Jon asked as he exerted his pressure towards her.
"Kuh!" She retreated in front of his brutish aura and fell on one knee.
For Jon to use the Chaos Infection in order to extinguish the souls of the Daedra was a risky plan since it may alert the Daedric Prince who created that fake animus he destroyed, i.e. Molag Bal.
"What do you want?" She asked.
"Straight to the point, eh? I like that." Jon said and looked around, "I came to borrow your forge and some manpower, to be honest."
Hearing his absurd demand, Vixili had to pause a moment in order to realize it.
"My forge?"
"Indeed."
"And my kyn."
"Pretty much so."
"You're mad?"
"Since the day I got licked by the Skooma cat."
Jon was pretty chill about the whole situation leaving the Daedra who are in bad shape around him in a confused state.
"We may obey you if you conjured and bound us, Mortal. But we certainly won't forge anything for you… especially the human called Krilon." Vixili made a firm stance.
This wasn't something driven by pride or fear, these are the rules.
"How intriguing!" Jon said, "I would certainly be pleased if Vixili of the Wicked Horns clan, one of the most famous Blacksmiths in Oblivion, forge something for me."
"You know of me?" She asked.
"Xikil is one talkative fellow." Jon winked.
"Argh! This wretched fool. He doesn't even know how to keep a damn secret from a mortal." Vixili roared in anger, "You can so much extinguish his soul or damn him into a mortal worm."
"Wow!" Jon was taken aback by her attitude, "Did you just hear that, Xikil? Your sister is a bitch."
As he turned around and spoke to the Daedric Titan tied in chains and dragged by a Minotaur and a Bone Colossus. Vixili had a weird look on her face while trying to figure out who this Xikil that Jon just spoke to.
"Either way, let's just get it over with. I remember the main forge is that way."
Jon signaled for Jax and Wrath to follow him as he walked further into the Black Forge. Meanwhile, Vixili had this weird idea of what became of her brother.
"Wait!"
She hurriedly followed Jon who was approaching one of the largest fire pits in the Forge. There was a large platform and all manners of extreme forging tools.
"This will be perfect." He said full of excitement as he turned to Xikil, "Aren't you happy as well, Xikil? We will have you set in no time, no worries."
At that time, Vixili caught up to Jon and saw him talking to the bound Daedric Titan calling him Xikil.
"What have you done to him?" She asked in a face that would have gone pale if not for its Daedric colors.
"Oh, him? I switched his vestige from his old body into this magnificent one. As you can see, he is quite powerful at the moment but still the same old Xikil from inside." Jon said.
Vixili was looking at the Daedric Titan in disbelief.
"I heard that the Daedric Titan who guarded the Hollow City has disappeared indeed but I never thought it would be…" She said as she looked at Jon, "You could do something like that?"
"Yeah, nothing too difficult." Jon nodded.
Vixili's eyes lit with the color of envy as she gazed at the mighty Titan.
"You human… you lack creativity!" She said, "Are you telling me that this magnificent body is wasted on some trash like Xikil? I can't believe it."
Jon raised his brows in surprise.
"Trash like Xikil doesn't deserve this body! Hey, put me there instead of him. Put me there and let me show you the true power a Dremora Overkyn can muster."
Vixili was showing a strange side of the Dremora which Jon never saw before. He knew that the Dremora are the worst of the worst but they had a strong sense of kinship. Xikil seemed now like an outcast.
"So… you want me to cast Xikil out of this body and make you into a Daedric Titan?"
"Yes. Do this, Mortal. Do this and I will be in your debt." She said with a wide confident grin.
"Well…" Jon looked between Vixili and Xikil.
While Vixili was confident in her superiority over Xikil, Xikil was unable to do anything but glare with total anger at Vixili who asked Jon to put her soul into the body of the Daedric Titan.
Here is the thing about the Daedric creatures in general. They don't have growth or development so they will never grow stronger no matter what they do. They are born with a certain potential which when they reach, they never bypass.
Having the body of a Daedric Titan means this level can be reinstated to fit the body of a Titan. After all, Titans are on the top of Oblivion's food chain.
It was true that Xikil was a failure as a Titan and she would be stronger than him if given the same chance but Jon had another thing in mind. He merely snapped his fingers and the chains holding Xikil disappeared.
At that time, the excited Vixili saw a large shadow cover her from behind. As she turned around, she saw Xikil glaring at her.
"Sister…" Xikil spoke solemnly as he looked down on her.
"Hmph! You idiot piece of shit. I'll have you know that…"
*BANG*
Without even letting her finish her sentence, Xikil raised his hand and struck down towards Vixili. The result was so gruesome that it can't even be called remains anymore.
"Sheesh! That's some guro hentai for you." Jon said, nudging the gore mess with the tip of his sword then turned back to Xikil, "Feeling alright, bud?"
Xikil wasn't in any form alright. After getting beaten by Jon and getting dragged by Jax and Wrath then being demeaned by Vixili, there was a psychological limit to even what a Dremora can endure. Jon's bullying aside, Xikil always thought that Vixili would one day bust him out of Jon's control and return him to Coldharbour as a proud Daedric Titan but now he lost all faith in his clan.
"Your sister was…"
"She is not my sister… not anymore."
Even though Jon was about to act as if consoling him, Xikil took the matter way too dramatically.
"Alright." Jon wasn't in any mood to get dragged in a Daedric drama thus he decided to take matters into his own hand, "Let's get the fuck started."
He grabbed Xikil's tail and all of sudden, exerted all his force into swinging the Daedric Titan right into the fire pit. The scene after Xikil was suddenly swung was covered later in nasty smoke and poisonous eruptions.
"MORRTAALL!"
Xikil was even more taken aback by this as he helplessly tried to escape the fire pit. It wasn't only fire down there but there was even lava mixed with the blue Azure Plasm of Coldharbour turning it into some sort of blue molten mixture of some serious heat.
"Just endure it a bit. I'll lift you up after you… soften up." Jon said as he completely ignored all the ruckus Xikil was doing down there.
At that point, he turned away and found a workbench nearby filled with Cold Iron and Ebony materials.
"Jax."
"Yes, Master."
"You and Wrath start looking for any of that famous Cold Ebony alloy around this forge. Also, capture any Dremora in your way and bring them to me. Wrath, you are authorized to summon Undead."
"Maaaaasssst...taaaar!"
Both of the large monsters started going around doing the errands Jon gave them. Meanwhile, he took out two Dragon Horns from his Cube.
And when it says Dragon Horns, it doesn't refer to the Artifact that is a Dragon Horn which is used to disable Dragons but it refers to actual Horns harvested from the corpses of Dragons. The Dragons Jon killed so far number to four and they had a large number of horns on them.
"Master, here is the alloy." Jax came by pulling up a large cart on his own.
"Go check on Xikil."
Jax followed Jon's orders obediently as he always does and stood over the edge of the fire pit.
"Are you doing alright down there, Demon?" He called.
"Fuck off, cowhead!" Xikil replied in full rage.
Jax then turned to Jon.
"He said the fire down there is getting cooler?" Jax conveyed.
"Ah! That's the spirit, Xikil, that's the spirit, boy." Jon became excited even though he heard everything.
It was at this moment when Wrath arrived with a few undead with him leading a few Dremora who were taken as prisoners.
"Wrath, put them on the wheel device over there. It opens the chimney which supplies the fire pit with more lava so we can help our boy Xikil down there loosen up."
"Maaaaaaaasstttttaaaaaaarrrrrr!"
The dull voiced Wrath bowed and glared at the Dremora prisoners he had to go on and start manning the wheel device. From time to time, he would use a composite whip made of short bones to make the Dremora act more energetic. Nothing is as good at Wrath when handling Dremora.
The chimney to the fire pit poured more lava with Xikil howling from pain. At that moment, Jon ordered Jax to push in the alloy of Cold Ebony into the fire pit for its content to melt and encase Xikil over a few minutes.
To Xikil, the pain was agonizing, To Jon, it is a formulated plan that he had in mind for a long time and is finally happening. Now all that he needs is to strike the metal while it is hot.
"Nefertiti, your turn."
From the shade of Jon, Nefertiti moved through the shadow and transformed into a bolt of Shadow Energy that encompassed Xikil. Once that was done, she transferred herself upwards and bound him on the large platform as he was struggling and trying to escape.
In his hand, Jon stood over Xikil with the [Deadland Hammer] in his hand while wearing the legendary gauntlet, [Wraithguard]. He looked down on the struggling Xikil and spoke in a morbid tone.
"Xikil, my boy. What you experienced a while ago was something and what you are about to experience is a whole new animal. Are you ready?"
"… fa… yo…" Xikil wasn't even able to reply.
"What is that?" Jon tilted his head.
"He said he is excited." Jax translated.
Jon's eyes moistened as if he was touched by Xikil's spirit and couldn't help but shed a man-tear.
"Boy, I am touched." He said, "That's why we will go with double the pain and half the suffering. Good luck!"
And the [Daedland Hammer] descended on the heated body of the Daedric Titan which is mixed with a strong Daedric Alloy.
*Tink* *Tink* *Tink*
For an hour, Jon kept smiting the body of the Daedric Titan causing all the impurities in it to be driven out. The bones of a Daedric Titan are made of Dragon Materials but since Molag Bal wanted to increase their numbers, he made an imitation of such a material that is impossible to acquire. On the other hand, Jon had four Skeletons of Dragons which were barely touched and they were very usable.
Jon imbued the body of Xikil with some fragments of the Dragon bones he had and started shrinking the overall size of Xikil. He even used his Chaos Infection to destroy the influence of Molag Bal over the soul of Xikil.
Such a method of arcane craftsmanship was never even used before. A Mortal Man redesigning one of the Daedric Creatures which were made by a Daedric Prince with Premium-grade materials. If Molag Bal was to see what Jon is recreating here, he may even consider giving up on his Sphere of Brutality.
By the end of it, Xikil's body became way smaller, only three meters long and almost a ton in weight. Xikil was still under the shadow influence of Nefertiti which had a role in this great process.
At this moment, a naked female Dremora invaded the Forging Area to witness what was happening.
"What… What are you doing?"
"Vixili? Come and take a look yourself." Jon invited her in.
As a Daedra, Vixili can reincarnate immediately after death in the nearby Azure Prism. She was still wet due to the process and didn't get the chance to even make herself decent. She walked closer with her eyes open wide looking at the body lying on her large station which Jon was working on.
"No! You… You ruined the body?" She said with a horrified look.
Looking at her, she must be blinded by greed over the possession of the body of a Daedric Titan. It got her to get killed once by the disappointed Xikil but she seemed to be not giving up yet. Either way, it doesn't sound half bad to him.
"Whatever!" Jon ignored her, "I need you to help me put the last touches. Grab a hammer and hit where I tell you to hit."
"Mortal, I…'
"Or I will simply have to ruin all your forge and kill everyone here." Jon added a warning.
"Guh!"
Dejectedly, Vixili grabbed a hammer and followed Jon's orders by the word. She is a skilled smith and the way she wielded the hammer far surpassed Jon which made him go through the phase of refinement and she went through the reshaping. With that, the body of a whole new creature was perfectly formed.
The face was still the scary one of a Daedric Titan, it had the wings from the back and the powerful limbs but it was much smaller and a few times more terrifying.
"Jax, bring the horns."
The two Dragon Horns which Jon brought were the core of this process. They were very rich with Magicka and vital energy making them some of the most terrifying materials ever used to forge anything. Jon ordered Jax to fix them on Xikil's head and Vixili to start merging them with the head.
The final appearance was something to behold.
The two horns were abnormally large for the face as they were completely covering the forehead. They rose up in a strange manner making it look as if they are crowns on his head. [A/n: Hellboy Horns]
Xikil himself became fully black from the effect of the Cold Ebony alloy being refined with his skin but now.
However… there was one spot that Jon seemed to have left untouched.
"When will you reforge that area?" Vixili spoke, pointing at the third large leg between Xikil's two legs.
"Wait!" Jon looked at her with a horrified face, "You want me to hit another man's… ehem… with a hammer?"
"The… size is not fitting well with the body… I was just saying." Vixili explained.
"I can see that." Jon nodded at her with the same horrified look lingering in his eyes before continuing, "That's why we are going to use a Mold."
"A Mold?" She asked.
"Yes."
"So… you want me to forge one or make one with sand."
Jon was even more horrified by that woman now.
"Let me ask you something." He said, trying to ascertain something, "Is the answer to everything is 'Forge' in your head?"
She looked aside not sure how to answer before shrugging her shoulders.
"It depends."
"That's right. It depends." Jon said, "Males, humans and most certainly Dremora, prefer organic molds."
"Organic… molds?" She asked.
"Duh!"
Vixili failed to understand what Jon was aiming for before having a morbid moment of Deja Vu as the shadow of a much larger creature covered her from behind once again.
She turned around only to see the newly created Daedra standing on his feet and lifting her up from her head with his index and thumb.
"Xikil… you… you wouldn't dare." She said as the Daedric blood ran away from her face.
Xikil twisted expressions were those of absolute cruelty as he replied.
"As a human once said… Bitch I do."
And a great thing happened.
"Alright, Xikil. Finish up with… remolding your little brother and meet me outside." Jon said as he gathered up his equipment, "We are having visitors."
Jon walked out to the entrance of the Black Forge as he felt the presence he was waiting for all along. With Xikil 3.0 now functional, he will finish what he started almost three years ago.
It is time to meet with the Volkihar Vampires.
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[Xikil] <Daedric Titan>
- Soul Draining Flame
- Size Manipulation (NEW)
- Dragon Horns (NEW)
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