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章 568: Beth's Initiation Ceremony

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"Agh! Bother and befuddle! Stuck here! Stuck! My mother, my poooooooor mother. Unmoving. At rest, but toooooo still!" (Cicero)

"See? I told you!" (Jon)

"Wahaha! That guy is a total nutjob." (Jull)

In a bush nearby, both Jon and Alina as well as Jullanar were hiding together with Jon adding an extra layer of stealth by holding two branches.

"I am starting to get it. Something about Jesters being in distress is so appealing to you two." Alina said looking at the two beside her with cold eyes.

"It is fun." Jon said.

"No! This is a guy who got his wagon wheel broken while transporting his mother and the farmers nearby are not being neighborly." Alina protested.

"Wife, long story short, he is the bad guy!" Jon explained.

"A jester is a bad guy? You of all people shouldn't…" Alina said something then looked between Jon and Jullanar and became silent.

"Ouch! That hurts." Jullanar reacted to the way Alina thinks of them both now.

"What should we do about him then?" Alina asked.

"I wouldn't show him my face, not yet. Lust is not with me at the moment so I'm not dealing with him." Jon said, "I don't think you can tolerate him in a conversation either, wife."

"This leaves Psycho." Alina pointed to Jullanar.

"Alright, I'll do it." Jullanar casually agreed then disappeared quietly from their side.

Not too far ahead, she appeared on the road and charged her appearance a bit to resemble a traveler using her Disguise Technique. She then walked quietly and approached the Jester in distress.

"Ah! Mother! Poor poor mother! Cicero is helpless! Helpless!" The Jester, who was standing beside a wagon with a broken wheel, started making a tragic play as he lent over the large coffin he was transporting.

"Did that wheel break on you, Sera?" Jullanar approached the Jester and spoke.

"No! I deliberately broke it… OF COURSE IT GOT BROKEN! Damnedest wagon wheel… Poor Cicero can't transport his mother… his sweet sweet mother." Cicero replied in dramatic agony.

"She's quite dead though." Jullanar pointed out.

"Of course she is, she can't be anything but dead. It is just Cicero being good, being filial. Mother's old crypt is no longer suitable. Too dusty, too rusty and too cooooold to warm her bones. But we can't go anywhere until I fix this damnable wheel and that damnable farmer that refuses to help which is damnably driving me insane. Argh!" Cicero screamed from frustration then swiftly changed his mood and clasped his hands together looking at Jullanar, "Charitable soul, generous soul, can't you help me?"

Jullanar tilted her head.

"Me help you?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Cicero will give you coins! Gleamy shiny…"

"Nope! My husband said to never take money from strangers… or was it sweets?"

*CRACKLE*

A bolt of lightning manifested in midday and landed on the mountain nearby causing all the wildlife to panic. This happened in sync with Alina snapping the two branches she was holding with just her thumb after hearing the word "husband".

"Dude!"

Jon looked at her but she glared at him causing him to look away.

Back to the grinning Jullanar, she was enjoying both making Alina furious and messing with the Jester.

"If you don't want coins, then what do you want?" Cicero asked.

"Actually, I was trying to pick up that Jester trick when you guys make a stick stand on your nose then drop it on your chin then back to your forehead. Quite tricky… oh, and I also want to learn how to make things disappear without any magic. Actual magic I mean."

"Oh! Pretty easy. The first trick is a bit practical so it will take some time training but the second one is quite easy. If you don't want them to see anything, just poke their eyes."

"Oooh! That's right… why didn't I think of that… I mean I had that eye thing in the past. Bad times. Yeah, I'll help you now. What do you need?"

"Right! Go to the farm, the Loreius Farm…"

"Got it!" Jullanar said as she walked past Cicero.

"But I haven't told you what to…"

"Nah, I got you, bro. Totally!" She said and ran towards the farm.

Jullanar entered the Loreius Farm and returned with a farmer walking in front of her in a moment. The man was sweating profoundly and quite shaky as Jullanar walked by him with a broad smile.

He fixed the wheel and set it back in a few minutes and even helped tie the horse to the wagon while Cicero was showing Jullanar how to kill someone by putting an apple on their head and tossing a knife.

"Oh stranger! You have made Cicero so happy! So jubilant and ecstatic! But more! Even more! My mother thanks you!" The Jester said as he rode his wagon and departed.

Meanwhile, Jullanar waited in her place and the farmer was shivering not far from her.

"L- Lady, I…"

"Piss off."

The farmer ran away back to his farm while Jon and Alina appeared near Jullanar.

"Sigh! My mother told me once that we had relatives in Cyrodiil." Jullanar said with a sigh.

"I'm sure none of them are Jesters." Jon said as he removed a droplet of blood from Jullanar's face with a finger, "Chicken blood?"

"That was fun for a moment there but don't scare the common people again." Alina scolded Jullanar.

"Sister, you are the wife they love, I am the wife they fear." Jullanar said, teasing Alina even more.

"You little skank!"

Alina tried to punch Jullanar before the latter could run away but catching Jullanar is simply too difficult with her current ability.

"It was fun, but I will head to Riften now." Jullanar's voice echoed as her presence completely faded.

Alina held her head in frustration and turned to Jon.

"So, a Jester going crazy, what is the big deal about him?" She asked.

"Him? Aside from being a member of the Brotherhood, there is nothing special about him." Jon replied.

"Wait… the Brotherhood? The Dark Brotherhood?" She asked.

"Yes. I told you I have plans for them."

"Yes, but… Why didn't you tell Jull?"

"Well, she impatiently went on her own. Also, I wasn't really trying to get her into that Brotherhood project."

"Then?"

"My main purpose was to tag the guy with magic. He is traveling on a wagon and I know his destination quite well but I need to keep an eye on him."

"You just said he is not that special."

"What he is transporting is."

"What… that's his mother's body. Gross!" Alina made a disgusted face.

"Oh yes, yes indeed." Jon started to imitate Cicero, "But the mother is not just any mother. She was the mother of many children who she actually gave birth to and… killed."

Jon's last remark made Alina's eyes widen.

"Don't tell me…"

"Yes, that's the expression. It is the Dark Matron herself…" Jon said and started to contemplate, "Just to make it clear, by saying a Dark Matron, I don't mean Boethiah or Namira… or Nocturnal or Mephala or Vaermina or… Damn! This Dark Matron title needs someone to claim it once and for all."

"Jon, focus." Alina snapped her fingers at his face.

"Oh, right. It's the Night Mother." He said simply too casually.

Alina felt conflicted all of a sudden. On one hand, she could just go and pursue Cicero and his wagon to destroy the night mother or…

"Are you letting that abomination leave?" She asked.

"What can you do about it? Destroy it? Then you would be making an enemy of an immortal woman who communicates with the world through the Void itself. And you will also be involving Sithis who is quite a bitch when involved in anything."

Alina remained silent after Jon's reply.

"I know you can argue with the Daedric Princes being forces of nature but the Night Mother is just evil, husband." Alina said with concern.

"I know." He nodded, "That's why I won't involve anyone other than myself with the matters regarding the Dark Brotherhood."

***

It was one of Jon's most important decisions. The Dark Brotherhood is not the Thieves Guild where he got all sorts of connections, it is the bloodiest cult in the entire world and their quest itself is a major death trap thus Jon needed to prepare many things first.

He returned with Alina to Winterhold and checked on his journal to see how Wulfur, Alina and Jullanar advanced in their missions.

Wulfur, of course, was assigned to the Companions; Alina in the College and Jullanar in the Guild. The Companions storyline has slowly started to kick in with Wulfur going every weekend with the Companions doing a job or two. The College's situation was by far the most advanced as the Eye was still under investigation and Alina just started lately to look for any books regarding the Eye. The situation in the Thieves Guild was by far the slowest since the only thing Jullanar has managed to do is to sabotage the Golden Glow estate.

Aside from the Factions, the Dragons seem to have calmed down a bit compared to before. Jon doesn't like the calm before the storm but he had to make the most of it. This day, the main expedition team headed out of Saarthal under the lead of Mjoll the Lioness to search for the lost city of Blackreach under Winterhold itself. Truth be told, Blackreach may extend further all the way to Hjaalmarch across the Pale making it almost twice the size of any northern hold or almost as large as Whiterun itself all underground.

Jon accompanied the team during the first day but they met a lot of obstacles blocking the road around the ruins of Alftand. This caused Jon to go idle around somewhere else only to end up in his Domain in the island far in the sea.

There, he found Nurina and Alfe Fye as well as Beth.

"Master!" Beth came to see Jon who was outside the town most of the time lately.

"Here you are! How is our little protege?" Jon asked as he rubbed the head of the bald girl.

"I've been studying hard lately. I have memorized the Theory of the Unity of Schools and the other schools of thought."

"Oh! Arcane Philosophy? My favorite of all time." Jon said as he went forward to greet Nurina and Alfe.

"Master, Grandmaster!"

"Look who's here. If it is not the self-important newest Arch Wizard." Alfe mocked Jon.

"Shut up, Alfe." Nurina said, "Jon, you finally came. It is time to start the Initiation Ceremony."

"Oh!" Jon rubbed his hands in anticipation as he ran to sit beside Nurina, "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

They were all in a forest clearing inside his Domain sitting on a large lying tree trunk while in front of them stood Beth.

"Let's make this official." Nurina said, "Back when it was Jon's initiation ceremony, it was only me and him. Little Beth has more luck as not only her Master is here but also her Grandmaster and her Great Grandmaster. This makes her a Fifth Generation in the Magic School of Grandmaster Divayth Fyr."

Alfe nodded in approval as she witnessed the magic skill of Beth just the other day and praised her dedication to the craft.

Seeing Beth come such a long way, Jon felt immensely proud. A girl whom luck was so dire to get killed and be revived because of the scheme of some Daedra then get abandoned by Boethiah once her mission is done, it all left a bad taste after his last labour. Now that he adopted her as an apprentice, she has shown a great promise so far. Even though still unable to grow hair with magic due to her unique bloodline, she is now a long shot from the person she was before making her not only the youngest but one of the most dedicated people Jon has behind him.

"As the Eldest, I give permission for the ceremony to begin." Alfe said and turned to Jon, "Youngster, have you prepared the thing?"

"I did… hehehe!" He replied followed by an evil laugh as he took out a large mace made of wood and had multiple steel teeth lined on it.

Jon simply handed it to Beth.

"What should I do with that, Master?"

"By long tradition, this cudgel will be the tool of your initiation ceremony exam." He said.

"And your exam will be…" Nurina raised her staff and started making a dark magic cloud with it before casting a summon, "Make that thing cry."

The summon was complete and what walked out was a Dremora, not just any Dremora.

The ultimate test is to make a Daedric creature cry. They can't submit, they can be defeated, they can even be cowardly but they can never cry. It is not Daedra pride or anything…

"But Daedra doesn't possess tear glands." Beth said.

"I can't imagine how painful it is not to be able to moisten their eyes but that's the test, baldie. Now, be creative." Jon said as he watched Beth trying to figure this one out.

*Swoosh* *Swoosh* *Bang*

Without hesitating anymore, Beth started trying the cudgel on the Dremora's face. The creature was infuriated and tried to retaliate but he was quite disadvantaged against the nimble Beth. She tackled him down and started to flatten him using the cudgel which caused a lot of blood to splash left and right.

"It is said that by using this method, the Daedra are quickly to lose their rank in the Daedra Society they come from." Alfe said.

"True. Jon here was very brutal with the Daedra that I summoned for him back in the day. He said that if the Dremora doesn't have tears, they can use blood to cry with." Nurina added.

"Yes, but what about that thing about Daedra losing rank?" Jon asked.

"Daedra are mostly indifferent to being summoned by Humans. Those who get summoned are already disgraced but those who are summoned and beaten down to tears are forever shamed." Nurina explained.

"I see."

"Nurina, you were quite good at your ceremony as well. I still remember that Daedra you tortured. It was quite the spectacle ordering him to grow tear glands." Alfe said in nostalgia.

"Yes, I remember him… what was his name again? Xik… something? Ah! Old times." Nurina seemed to be agreeing with Alfe.

Meanwhile, Jon heard the name and preferred to stay silent. Now that he thinks of it, he never mentioned to Nurina that the Daedric Titan he summons is called Xikil… then again, that guy has quite the low self-esteem. It can be some similar name though. What are the chances anyway?

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章 569: Gluttony (1)

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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.

***

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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