"Are we hitting big bro?" Illococoo excitedly asks as she appears behind Saya, having left her 'students' to practise meditating.
"Don't just jump up like that! But yes, go ahead, he can take it." Saya states, folding her arms and flashing a grin at Michael.
He shrugs, "Bring it."
"Alright! Take this! Qo Geyol Rein!"
*CRAACKOW!*
A dragon breath of lightning rockets out towards Michael, blasting his shield and quickly sucking away his mana. If the attack kept up for a minute or so, he'd be completely out... At least, until Michael cast a couple low-cost healing spells that instantly regenerated his mana...
"Hah... Wow! That shield's really good!"
Michael nods, "Yeah it is, now onto the next test..." he says, turning towards the cliff. He casts the spell, causing four bird-like flames to appear around him, each slowly flapping its wings as if actually flying and not simply floating.
He commands them to strike the cliff below him, all of the birds simultaneously shooting out and exploding against the hard stone, flames spreading and quickly melting anything they come into contact with.
"A bit boring compared to what Megumin can do... Not that she's anything impressive." Saya remarks.
"I thought it was pretty..." Illococoo adds.
Michael shakes his head and places his two hands in front of him, "Next test, Sun Ray." he announces, casting the spell and becoming momentarily blinded by the gigantic laser he ends up firing, the thing shining around the sky and parting clouds as it flies off into space.
All of the snow in his immediate vicinity had melted, the subsequent water already turning to steam. He shakes off his smoking hands and glances over at the gaping duo, "Think Megumin can do better than that?"
...
"No..."
"That's what I thought." he grins in self-satisfaction. He moves on to the next test, ignoring Supernova as he didn't want to destroy the world and conjuring an Arcane Orb in his palm, the intensely glowing blue sphere fluctuating in his hand as it absorbed the ambient magicka around it.
He doesn't put too much mana into it, fearing a far larger result than he wished before tossing it. It moves through the air and collides with the peak of another nearby mountain connected to the Throat, the Orb exploding into an arcane shockwave that sucked up all the nearby magicka before dissipating.
The spell wasn't bad, merely unsuited against inorganic, magicless, or mindless targets. Considering how flexible it was, it made most other combat spells obsolete. It bypassed all armour and resistances and dealt a proportional amount of damage to the mana used in its creation. Unless he was fighting something weak to certain elements there wasn't really a point of using anything else, barring its slowness.
Next to test was Arcane Imprisonment, a spell he could thankfully use on himself without any potential danger. He casts it, his vision blurring as he finds himself in a weird realm surrounded by infinite glowing blue lights... He couldn't move anywhere, seemingly locked in place with no way to manoeuvre, even teleportation failing to work.
The spell ends and he reappears where he'd vanished, no worse for wear.
"Michael, are you okay? Did it go well?" Saya questions.
He nods, "No changes... It's odd, it kind of felt like Dimension Gate if that spell was designed for imprisoning its target..."
"You think it could transport you to other worlds?"
Michael shakes his head in doubt, "No... Whatever it does locks you in place, Dimension Gate wouldn't work in that realm either..."
She nods, taking some notes, "What's next?"
"Icarus Dive. To be honest, I already know what this does, I just wanted someone to fly around with."
"Is that why you came when Illu was teaching?" Saya mutters in realisation.
"Yep... How's about it, Illu, wanna fly?"
She nods excitedly, "Let's!"
He casts Icarus Dive, two large wings made completely of fire appearing behind him. They flap tentatively and Michael confirms that they worked somewhat like his frost wings... Speaking of what, he summons them as well, a small flash exploding from his back as the flames turn a stark white, no longer generating heat, but cold.
"Huh, I'm not sure if that's how this is supposed to work..." he mutters to himself, confused at the phenomenon. Was it because his affinity for both fire and frost was so high? Because they were equal? Or because the spells didn't innately interfere with one another.
He could speculate of course, this 'cold flame' being a powerful combination of the two elements. Both fire and ice could burn, so maybe the white fire was a combination of all their best attributes?
Shaking his head and spotting Illococoo flying around impatiently above him, he leaps off of the cliff and begins zooming around, Icarus Dive making him stupidly fast. Arctic Burn gave him the control he needed to fly around Illococoo, beating her own wind-enhanced speeds.
"No fair! How did you get so good so fast!" she complains as he does laps around her, the two racing around the Throat of the World while her Greybeard apprentices watch in mild awe.
"Any reason I'd give is BS, so, because I'm a god, biiitch!" he laughs, patting her head as he flies away.
"Mou! I'll catch you, you big bully! Ven Gelah Bod Tiid Genel!"
*SHHZOOOOOOM!*
She rapidly speeds up, not quite as fast as him but doing far better than before... He slows down somewhat so she wouldn't pout for the rest of the day.
And so the duo continued like this for hours more, the whole of Skyrim talking about flying stars above the Throat of the World for the next month or so.
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"Michael...!? There's some guests here for you!" Tiffania unsurely shouts up the stairs of the Spire, prompting Michael to come down...
"Who?"
"Vigilants of Stendarr..."
...
"How many? I doubt they'll start a holy crusade against me without at least a hundred guys." he remarks while stepping towards the door.
"Only around ten, I think, unless there were more hiding... Try to not get any more blood on the steps, last time it took multiple fire and water spells to clean it." she asks while folding her arms.
He shrugs, "We'll see how intelligent they are first."
Michael heads outside and closes the door behind him before focussing on the Vigilants now surrounding him. They weren't in combative stances yet but it was clear they were prepared for it, maybe they were still unsure of his status as a Daedra? With the way their eyes turn to his horns, they've probably figured it out by now though... "Yeah? You need something?"
"Michael Tahlin, or should we call you Mikhail Vile now?" a man in fine robes under steel plate armour accuses.
"Whatever you're most comfortable with." he dismissively admits, not seeing a point in denying it.
"So you admit your guilt then?"
"Guilt? What am I guilty of?"
"Everything Clavicus Vile previously committed. We are well aware of what you've become, it's only a matter of time before you become an evil that must be slain, perhaps it is already too late."
"You guys clearly have no clue what I am, first, I am not Clavicus Vile. I killed that piece of shit and freed all the innocent souls he had of their torment. Shouldn't you guys be celebrating the death of a Daedric Prince?"
"The process of Mantling means that you will soon be a threat, one we cannot allow." the Vigilant draws his blade at points it at Michael, "As you've admitted your guilt, we will strike you down now before you can become something truly malicious. The process has yet to complete, you are without your full strength." the man states, as if he knew everything and had experienced it first hand himself...
"Yeah, that's the thing though, you guy's can't do shit..." he drawls, taking a step forward and raising his hands challengingly, "Let's just get this over with, take your shot and then I'll take mine."
...
The Vigilants all look at one another unsurely, Michael's confidence taking them off-guard... They'd expected him to flee or call for help, not ask them to strike him and warn them of certain death.
"Well? If you aren't going to grow some balls then I'm going back inside, I've got a hot elf inside waiting to get stabbed instead!" he exclaims, loud enough for Tiffania to hear through the door...
"Y-you asked for it, foul Daedra!" the lead Vigilant growls and charges, chopping at Michael's neck.
*Ping!*
...
Everyone stops and stares at the blade trembling against Michael's neck, blue scales blocking it completely from doing any harm at all.
"Right. Die." he says, causing all the men present to flop down lifelessly, all completely and utterly dead.
He claps his hand off and opens the door, "See? No blood."
"Only bodies..." she shakes her head, knowing that this was how Michael is and would always be, "You're going to 'Stab' me?"
He grins, picking her up and taking her upstairs, leaving the corpses where they are, "Well, if you're so curious."
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After the visit from the Vigilants of Stendarr, Michael didn't get many other guests, aside from a group of Khajiits who wished to declare him their one true god... He rejected them of course, saying that being a 'proper' god was too much work.
They left, taking his jokes and other remarks as 'nuggets of wisdom' from their deity... Michael didn't interfere, wondering just what would come of, also wondering if there was some way for him to Rick Roll the entire world... No one but him and his friends would know about it, but it'd be funny nonetheless.
Regardless, Michael turned his attention to a project he'd been working on ever since he became a god. Introducing the Spirits in his book to Tamriel, and making them comfortable in Winterhold, along with making sure they didn't destroy the town for whatever reason.
He'd started summoning the spirits in a field not from the forest of ice, first bringing Shadow Shaman into the realm. He intended to bring those who he was confident in so that they could restrain the less trustworthy folk.
Riki was summoned next, the assassin grinning as he spoke with Rhasta, making snide remarks about Michael and his many failings up until now, something the Shaman could agree with as he'd known Michael for longer than even Riki.
Slark was out of the question, the annoying fish refusing to do anything Michael said even after easily defeating him in his most recent visits.
Anti-Mage and Wei were next, the Monk-girl stifling her wide smile as she looks around at the frozen region, taking deep breaths of the clear air. "About time, I thought you'd forgotten your promise."
Michael shakes his head, "You aren't completely free, but this is the best I can do for now... Plus, you and your master come as a duo, visiting is scary enough with him around, let alone summoning you..."
Wei glances over to the stern-faced Anti-mage, the man standing there with his glaive-daggers in hand, staring balefully at Michael... "Master?"
"You... Dead God." he growls, clearly remembering this presence from when the Temple was destroyed. He vanishes into blue particles and reappears behind Michael to take his head off, but is stopped by two figures.
Rhasta had bound Anti-Mage in magical chains, and Riki had blocked the man's weapons with his own daggers, easily protecting Michael from the deadly attack. "You know, assassinating in front of an assassin doesn't work out too well, Mage-Killer."
"Unhand me, wretched fiend! I will end this cur and avenge the Turstarkuri!" Anti-Mage shouts.
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