Bab 567: Long Awaited
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*North of Cyrodiil*
It was very early in the morning as a portal opened up stirring up the chilling air of the morning. The moisty land had a pair of footprints one bare and the other booted as it all went towards the ruins on the mountain.
The ruins were as ancient as they were magnificent. The endless broken towers, the piling moss, the tomb beyond the tomb, the walls that are barely left standing; everything he was long since dead yet so filled with memories, emotions and echoes of frozen past.
The Ruins of Sancre Tor.
The Golden Hill of Saint Alessia, Reman Cyrodiil and Tiber Septim.
"Here… used to be the pottery market… there… a stone where the Lords and Ladies spoke… that… it was a house…" Said the fading woman.
Jon simply followed looking around.
This is Sancre Tor, not just a city from the ancient past but it is the birthplace and the resting place of… everything human.
Just like Saarthal of Winterhold, Sancre Tor of Cyrodiil had the same history… and the same fate. Long ago, there lived a human slave in a city of slaves and slavers. The woman was AL Alesh, High Highness, or simply Alessia, Saint Alessia. What she did simply changed the World.
This is the Holy Ground where Alessia started the Slave Rebellion of Cyrodiil against the High Elves of the Heartland and established the Empire, humanity's first hegemony over the most important land on Tamriel. In this same ground and after two thousand years, Alessia who was sainted by Shezarr (or Akatosh) appeared to a mighty Nordic Warlord who mated with her in the earth impregnating the very land of Cyrodiil, the offspring of the bond was Reman Cyrodiil who was born from a golden hill with the Amulet of Kings on his head. A thousand years after, Tiber Septim conquered this old citadel and died fighting here before his ascendance right at this spot in this world.
Sancre Tor, a name that would conjure legends of a gloomy graveyard that holds the images of heroes and the ghosts of villains… but this woman never knew of any of this. To her, Sancre Tor is nothing but a place of memories for a bird shall fly the seven heavens and still know its home.
"This is it… it is all… everything is here."
She was happy, genuinely happy. What she lost is returning to her amidst the ghosts of the past and the sands of lost time. The reality she lives is not what Jon sees. She saw the people she once knew, the things that were once there and the magic of an olden past.
"Thank you."
And she perished, she faded in time… for nothing is supposed to last what she lasted.
"That is a good ending." He said, "An ending I hope to have."
He turned around to leave but she reappeared again.
"You are not leaving me, are you?" Jon asked the ghost that returned but he knew that was no longer her.
It is his longing for purity, his redemption of the sins.
"You wish to take away my sin?" He asked, "I have seven of them for I am a sinnerman. Take it of you wish, it is about time someone bears the damnable Lust."
Jon opened his hand and the last image of [Lust], the small gem it turned to be, flew towards the image of that woman and landed on her forehead and remained there. The apparition became real and the Nameless Girl became nameless no more.
"Say your name." Jon asked.
"Venus." She replied.
The true last form of [Lust] became that woman which Jon found appealing to the eye.
The Nameless Girl from before was a very unfortunate young woman who was offered to Sanguine and kept as his trophy for long ages. She was freed by Jon and on his way out of Oblivion, he asked her to remember her home and she described the citadel on the hill beneath the mountains ruled by slavers and filled with slaves. Such a place could only be Sancre Tor. When she came to the Mortal World, she could no longer sustain herself due to exceeding her lifespan and her soul yearning for the life she had, fading away to dust, only a ghost couldn't escape this reality and remained behind to haunt no one but the one who brought it here, Jon.
The haunted simply offered another alternative to the soul of the poor girl, be one with him and live in the light doing what she does best, bringing men and women to their knees. [Lust] gave her a vessel to inhabit and a purpose to follow while she gave [Lust] a personality to embrace and a warmth to touch.
"Hooman, you got a pet?" Nefertiti appeared on his shoulder looking at the appearance of [Lust] with interest.
"I plan to keep her around." He said.
"Good, a new servant." She jumped on Venus and rested between her arms, "Make her take me around."
"You lazy cat!" Jon shook his head wryly but didn't really disapprove as he felt the urge to ruffle the fluff of Nefertiti while she enjoyed it. He then caressed the face of Venus as he felt actual warmth from it.
"It indeed feels nice." He said dismissing the fact that this is just an Illusion, a perfect one still as [Lust] was still the only real form in this whole thing.
"Let's go home…" Jon turned around to leave back to the Portal but he stopped as he felt a presence.
He simply stood amidst the graves and the ruins looking to the side until a band of three appeared.
"Who goes there?" The voice of an Elf sounded.
"Show yourself… wait! That's a woman!"
Three Elves in Dominion Armor showed up with their blades drawn. All they saw was a human woman of enchanting appearance. Her appearance was so captivating despite not being the most beautiful woman in the world but she just went straight to their heart and clouded their minds and judgment.
She wore too little, only what she wore when she followed Jon during his journey, a simple shirt and nothing else but she had that gemstone fixed to her forehead.
Nefertiti felt annoyed by the appearance of the Elves as Dominion Armor was something she knew well. When she looked at Jon to ask his permission to kill, she found him simply gesturing for her with a finger over his lips to stay silent.
[Lust] was not a sin suitable for combat but with Venus around, things turned rather interesting. He was just standing there in the shadow of a wall completely unseen while Nefertiti moved towards him to see what he wanted to do.
Meanwhile, the three Dominion Soldiers walked while holding their breath towards the woman they saw.
"Is it… truly a human?"
"Such presence… this woman isn't normal."
"Be careful, she can be a Worshiper of Talos. Let's interrogate her."
The three moved with conflicted intentions towards the silent woman who was simply looking at them slowly being intoxicated by her aura. She made their minds feel numb and their instincts to go off the closer they got.
"Venus, show me what you got." Jon whispered his will, wanting to see how his sin turned from the weakest one to the most effective.
Venus heard and she swayed left and swayed right like a dancer, the three Elves stumbled left and right with her without even realizing what got to them. She did a spin and while doing so, the simple shirt on her turned into a dress red of color with all the illusions she was capable of. The elves were so much under her spell now as they could no longer help but standstill in a deep trance.
She moved at them with no killing intent or any bloodlust. The moment she stood between them, they all started lusting and forgetting what they were. The three surrounded her and she touched their faces and necks, firmly making them her thralls and then… she held the sword hand of one of them pointing the blade it carried to the neck of the other.
The blade slid slowly through the neck of the elf by his friend's hand and none of the three felt anything, even the one dying was doing nothing but trying to keep up with his eyes focusing on her figure while he was dying on the ground. And the send stabbed the third the same way leaving only one dancing with her as she walked behind him holding his sword hand with its blade to his neck.
*Slit*
*Swoosh*
The moment Venus made the blade go past the neck of the third elf, an arrow broke through the air and pierced through the waist of Venus from one side passing clearly to the other.
Nothing happened. Venus only disappeared like a ghost and [Lust] flew back to Jon in a beeline.
The three Elves were now dead but a four appeared holding a bow. He saw his three companions lying dead with their throats gushing warm blood.
"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! A killer is hiding! Gather here!" He started shouting in panic gathering the rest of the Dominion Soldiers and the Thalmor Justiciars fortifying the old ruins.
But as they arrived, they found a redheaded demi-giant standing behind the Archer and twisted his neck the wrong way.
"Wrath, Lust, Greed, Pride… I have piled up a lot of stress. Offer me another massacre."
***
*Winterhold*
"This is all for the situation, Mistress Alina." An Agent said in utmost respect.
"Tell Jullanar to try to open the negotiations once again. We can't afford to have the roads busy with refugees over that stalemate the war is putting us into." She gave her command before the agent left.
Now that she is all alone in the balcony surrounding the upper part of the tower, she found nothing to do except walking around the large area and starting to trim the thorns of the flowers she was growing around the place.
She was in her home robes, long red silk robes that arrived at Winterhold from Hammerfell as a gift from Prince Kareem of Stros M'kai. As Alina enjoyed expensive things the most, she monopolized all the beautiful gems and clothes, sparing few for the other girls. Her self centered attitude was expected from her as the Wife and the Mistress of the Dare Household.
But the Master of the House has gone to party in Oblivion, the mere thought made Alina clip the flowers violently when she thought of it.
"The situation on the south road must be very stressful for you, wife." Jon said.
"Yes, you insolent bastard. If only you were here to take care of your wife instead of swinging your dick around… wait!" She turned around, "You are here?"
Jon looked at her as he was covering Nefertiti's ear and looking seriously at her.
"Language!"
She rolled her eyes in exhaustion and put away the clippers as she walked to him and took Nefertiti away.
"How is my little girl? Did that bad hooman drag you into one of his stupid escapades again? Come with me, let's stay away from him."
Alina walked away with Nefertiti inside the tower while Jon was watching with interest. As they disappeared inside, he took an apple from the nearby table and sat on the seating area stretching his body over the couch overlooking the city down below while bracing for impact.
Alina walked out again as he expected and walked towards him with long strides and an upset face.
"You unfaithful man, how many girls did you fuck? Huh? Answer me!" She asked.
Jon gestured with one finger then added another.
"Two? Only two? Weren't you supposed to be in Sanguine's realm?"
"Well, let me tell how it all went down from the start…"
As his habit, Jon spilled all the beans to Alina from the moment he entered Oblivion to the moment he left. Her expressions shifted between indifference towards the ordeal of the Daedra then pity towards the situation of the Maidens of True Liquor then to a hysterical laugh when it came to how Jon played Sanguine around and finally to deep anger when she heard of how Sanguine intended to trick Jon.
"In the end, I only slept with the maiden I freed and analyzed the woman who tried to trick me. I guess I am safe?"
"I'll overlook the analysis for now but that girl you freed, I want my share." She demanded.
"You will have it." He said, "I just sent her to deal with the situation regarding the skirmish of the Stormcloaks and the Imperials on our borders."
"She has that much power?"
"Heh! You have no idea."
Jon managed to pull Alina close to him as she simply laid down beside him.
"What will you do about the Daedra?" Alina asked.
"Sanguine won't bother me. He had his fun and I had mine. Aside from that, there is Clavicus Vile. From what I understood, he was the one who suggested this folly to Sanguine. I still have his dog in a cage though." Jon said.
"Master Nurina won't be happy."
"She won't."
The two of them nodded. At that moment, Alina remembered something important.
"Right, a report arrived an hour ago." She said as she retrieved a piece of paper, "It seems that your prophecies are correct again. That Jester you spoke of appeared close by the Loreius Farm on the road between Whiterun and the Pale."
Jon heard those words and his lazing body regained its vigor almost instantly.
"He finally appeared? I thought I missed him." Jon's reaction was very serious now.
"What happened?" Alina asked, seeing her husband act like that.
"Let's go, I want you to meet that Jester. Bring Jull along."
Jon quickly changed into his traveling gear and started to open a portal. The man he was waiting for finally showed himself. Cicero has appeared.
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