Capítulo 399: Night Hen Mother
It's been a couple weeks since Michael and Megumin had been expelled from the College, yet nothing much had changed at the outset...
Michael continued living in Winterhold, studying magic, learning from his Spirits, and now working with the hired workers to create his new home. One might call this relaxing, or 'normal', were it not the fact that he was forced to work day and night at the Aetherium Forge, along with having Euroland Greymane help with the ebony 'circuits' as he'd begun to call them.
He'd created thousands of Symbols of Akatosh that he'd placed in the center of the granite stone bricks that'd be used to create the property. The process was both magically and physically exhausting, as he had to magically separate each brick so that he could deposit the Aetherium Symbols which were bound together with ebony 'circuitry', which was basically just a bunch of thin ebony strands that'd act as wires.
Each brick would need to be linked so that magicka could be carried through them and into the Symbols by the Eye of Magnus. The overall shape of the structure didn't matter, so long as the very top could funnel the magicka into the veil separating Oblivion from Mundus.
Michael was actually forced to go around Skyrim buying up whatever Ebony he could since he didn't have enough for the project. If anyone was aware of just how many Ebony artifacts, weapons, and armour he'd been melting down to gather the required material he'd probably have the whole of Tamriel ready to lynch him.
Luckily, despite how annoying it is to construct a massive spire made from stone, crystal, and metal. He didn't encounter any trouble from Jalr Korir who was more than satisfied with just the flow of workers entering Winterhold. Their very presence sent the town into an economic boom due to the fact that they too needed to feed themselves, along with purchasing accommodation that they could stay at while they worked.
Brynjolf had pulled out all the stops, so the workers that'd been sent were the best of the best. Most of them being paid by Skyrend, which itself had been increasingly more popular with the Civil War raging on...
Unfortunately, despite everything that was going well, some still attempted to stifle his efforts. A prime example is the Dark Brotherhood member's neck he was currently holding, the girl giving out sounds of choking as their feet flailed uselessly to find the ground.
"So, what's this about then? Who paid for my death?" he asks, despite the fact he was almost certain that the Thalmor were responsible...
"S-Silence... D-doesn't.. S-speak..." the girl rasps out before conjuring a Daedric dagger and attempting to stab it through his temple. Only for him to grab her arm with his free hand, gripping it tightly enough to break hers and force the knife to dissipate.
"That wasn't smart." Michael remarks, wondering what he was going to do with this one. Killing her would probably put the Brotherhood on a warpath against him. Sure, he could head to Falkreath and wipe them out, but was their destruction even worth the effort? He was sure they could be used... Somehow. "Why don't we start with your name?"
...
The girl doesn't move, instead opting to just glare at him, knowing that escape was all but lost to her. She'd misjudged her target and would pay for the mistake.
Michael hums in thought, "Let's get a look at your face first then." he says as he pulls the reluctant assassin's hood down, revealing her Altmer heritage along with her out of place black hair and amber eyes. "Didn't think the Brotherhood hired 'em this young." he remarks to himself as he looks upon the young elf's face.
Seeing the girl still not wanting to answer, he decides to employ his harsher methods. He draws an ebony dagger and begins prodding places around her body, not enough to draw blood, only to sting. "Maybe I should cut your fingers off to stop you wielding those daggers? Cut off a foot to stop you sneaking around? Or maybe, since you're so dedicated to keeping your mouth shut, cut your tongue out?" he asks, causing the girl to freeze at his last statement.
Apparently, she held her ability to speak in high regard...
*Thud!*
He throws her against the wall and places a foot on her chest, bending down to get easier access to her mouth, which he pries open by squeezing her jaw tight enough to almost dislocate it.
The girl squirms at this, but Michael continues, giving her a cruel grin as the ebony dagger approaches her mouth... Only to pause as something peculiar occurs...
The girl's eyes become speckled with black, which spreads like dye in water, causing both to go completely dark. Her lips then go a lifeless grey while her breathing slows to a crawl. Micahel had started to think she'd poisoned herself to avoid torture, until the girl... Or something else started speaking...
"Cease your actions, defiler, or await Sithis' wrath." the husky, almost whispering voice demands, prompting Michael to push down harder on the girl's chest with his foot, a curious expression on his face.
"Who's asking?"
"I am known as... The Night Mother."
Michael's eyes widen, "Oh? Then... This would be your Listener, right?" he asks, causing the spirit/wraith/ghost/whatever to pause.
"So you know of me? Then you would be wise to leave the girl alone."
Michael shrugs, "Hmm, I don't know. By the looks of it, your Listener came here directly after receiving your orders. I'd wager to bet that the Brotherhood members don't know her target... If I killed her here, wouldn't I be free of you?"
"Only until the next Listener is discovered. Then you will be hunted, caught, and delivered to Sithis. You will not know peace should you harm this girl." the Night Mother warns, promising disaster should he follow through with his plans...
"How about a deal then? he asks after a moment of thought.
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Capítulo 400: Strong Hickey
Michael and the Night Mother spoke for a couple more minutes, no longer sounding like bitter enemies, but eager salesman, hoping to get the best 'bang for their buck'. It wasn't all that hard for Michael as he technically held the advantage, having the Night Mother's Listener at his mercy tends to do that.
The Night Mother wasn't actually that versed in exchange either... She had no idea about haggling, nor about compromise...
In the end, Michael found himself with a fairly good deal, if he did say so himself... The Dark Brotherhood would not accept any more contracts on the lives of himself, and his friends. Not only that, but any Black Sacraments he performed would be the top priority, earning the attention of the entire Sanctuary to see it completed.
Michael didn't have any targets right now, but he'd rather hire the Dark Brotherhood to kill someone if they lived in say... The Empire... Or even the Summerset Isles.
With the deal struck, the girl's eyes, lips, and breathing return to normal, though, she appeared to have been aware of the entire thing judging by her shocked and slightly fearful expression. "W-what...."
"Calm down, me and your mother had a long talk about your recent behaviour." he chuckles to himself. "We are very disappointed in you. Your mother for failing to kill me. And me, for trying to kill me." he says, unable to stifle the laugh that'd been bubbling up in his throat.
The girl tentatively gets to her feet, grimacing at her broken arm but firming her determination to stay quiet. "Am I free to go?"
Michael nods, "Yeah. I'd like to get your name first though, so I know who I'll be working with in the future."
...
"Eleril." she says, but her eyes widen when a realisation hits her, "Y-your friend!" she exclaims, throwing her cloak back on to conceal her dull red and black armour and rushing away.
Michael follows the girl, and soon finds himself behind the inn he and Megumin had been staying at, in the small clearing that overlooked the North sea where she'd been practising her magic... Only to find the explosion girl on her knees with a child biting her neck...
"Babette! It's off! Stop!" Eleril starts but is unable to stop Michael as he blinks over and punts the mini-vampire like a football, sending her almost sprawling over the cliff with the girl barely catching herself on some frozen flora.
"Megumin! Are you alright!?" he asks, grabbing the pale-looking explosion girl and looking her over.
"N-not cute... S-stop biting me..." Megumin mutters in a daze with clear signs of blood loss.
He pulls a couple potions from his Inventory and all but forces them down the girl's throat. The health potions quickly cause the girl's pale, clammy skin to recover its usual youth. With that she finally passes out completely, leaving Michael alone with the two assassins.
Eleril was helping hold up the child vampire's weight as they walked over. His punt had clearly had an effect, the girl hunched over, for good reason to since he'd felt her ribs shatter under the force of his kick.
"You know, I used to think vampires were kinky but..." he points to the little girl's blood-covered mouth, "This is pretty gross."
The vampire shakes her head, "What's gross is your willingness to kick a young girl with what felt like the force of a giant." she remarks.
Michael shrugs, "I'd gladly curb stomp a cannibal, child or not."
The vampire sniffs, seemingly taking being called a cannibal as an insult, before turning to Eleril, "Has the plan changed? I hope we didn't get the wrong people again..."
"No. These two are our targets... Or were... He and the Night Mother had a talk, and made a deal. We're heading back." Eleril says, not wanting to explain that she'd been so thoroughly beaten that she'd been unable to use the poisons that Babette had given to her.
Babette nods, "Fine, I've already had my fill anyway." she sends a sarcastic wave to Michael, "See you two around."
"Let's hope it doesn't come to that, otherwise I'll need to order a mini casket."
Babette gives a fanged grin in response, "Good, though, it'll be a struggle squeezing you inside..." she says before.
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"Ugghh... What happened?" Megumin asks as she slowly sits up in bed, looking over to Michael who was seated at the side of the room.
He smiles, "Congratulations on getting your first kiss." he gives a mock sniff and wipes an invisible tear from his eye, "You're growing up so fast..."
"A kiss...?" she mumbles before her eyes widen, "That girl! V-vampire!..." she looks to Michael, "What happened!?"
He shrugs, "Yeah, in all seriousness you already got eaten. Don't worry though, I sent the vampire on her way with a few mean words..."
She shakes her head, "You're... Not lying..." she says, dumbfounded by the lack of deceit on his face.
"I made a deal with them. They won't be bothering us again... But if they do, you have my full permission to nuke their asses. Cool?"
Megumin lets a smile slip through but it vanishes when her hand comes up to her neck where the vampire bite still remains. "A-am I going to turn into one of them?"
"Probably not? She wanted to kill you, not unkill you."
...
Michael stands, "Anyway, I've called over Tiffania so she can baby you. You being her familiar and all." he says, stepping out of the room as Tiffania enters while carrying a tray of all of Megumin's favourite treats.
...
Maybe getting bitten by a vampire isn't the worst thing?
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