"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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Anti-Mage shrugs off his magical binding and flips away, standing against Shadow Shaman and Riki who were ready to protect Michael. The Monk sends a commanding glare at Wei who was still watching with conflicted feelings, "Do not fail me, Apprentice! Do what I have trained you to do! What those techniques were created for!" he exclaims.
"Or, listen to reason and talk this out, like regular, smart people. Up and killing each other helps no one, I for one don't want to see my student lose a head of height!" Rhasta states.
"If he fell to such an easily seen attack, maybe he deserved it?" Riki hums as his tail swing in the air behind him, occasionally jabbing Michael in the back, the new Daedric Prince shrugging his shoulders and still not moving.
"Michael, you told me you weren't the Dead God before, was that a lie?"
"I wasn't lying then, and I'm not lying now. I'm not the Dead God, just his inheritor." he explains, "The Dead God is the one inside the book that holds your souls, he tried to turn me into a copy of him, removing my emotions and gifting me powers of death, but I convinced him to spare me from it, for now at least."
"So, you'll become the Dead God one day?" she questions.
"Not if I can help it... If it does happen then it'll be so far in the future that it won't matter anymore. Trillions of years, probably?" he says, not really sure if it'll happen at all.
"Your lies are as clear as the day!" Anti-Mage growls.
...
"I'll trust you, Michael..." Wei says with slumped shoulders.
"No, you will not! Damn unfaithful traitor!" Anti-Mage shouts as he Blinks forwards, first in front of Riki but feinting an attack to Blink behind Rhasta, he swings his blades but they're deflected when one of the Shaman's Spirit Snakes appears in the attack's path, blocking it as it tries to tear the monk's head off.
Anti-Mage Blinks once more, but finds a Smoke Bomb detonating directly in his face, blinding him temporarily and rendering him unable to Blink due to the Anti-Magic components of the explosive.
Riki Blinkstrikes behind the Monk but receives a kick to the face, knocking the Tiefling on his back and forcing him to roll away as Glaive-daggers pierce the ground he once was.
"You are fast, but even the quickest rat gets eaten!" Anti-Mage exclaims and manifests his Counterspell shield, turning Rhasta's Shackles against him, forcing him out of the fight for the time being.
"If I'm a rat then you're a swine! I wonder if there's in gold in your death, or undeath? Should I refer to you as undead instead?" Riki taunts, causing the Monk to begin rapidly attacking, quick and accurate attacks that cut the air and leave shimmering blue trails from his Mana Break spell.
Riki dodges the last attack of a combo and jumps up, using Tricks of the Trade to vanish. Anti-Mage blocks one invisible attack but receives another across his shoulder, causing him to stumble forwards. He Blinks out of the spells' area of effect, stopping the Tiefling from doing any more damage.
"Michael, you have to stop them!" Wei turns desperate eyes toward him, not wanting her Master to die in this scuffle.
He nods, "Alright! That's enough!" he announces, instantly freezing both men's feet to the floor with a silent spell, stopping them from fighting any longer.
"I will never cease my attempts to rid the world of evil! You may have fooled my stupid apprentice, but I am not so weak-minded!"
"How do you know I'm evil? Because I have the same power as a megalomaniacal nihilist necromancer? Because I possess an artifact that holds the Dead God's soul like it does your own? Or because you simply can't accept that things are not so black and white?"
"Evil is evil, no matter how you phrase it!"
"I agree, but killing a man innocent of crimes he did not commit sounds pretty evil to me. Does that make you evil?"
...
"It matters not! If killing you here today saves even one person, it will be well worth it!"
Michael folds his arms, "What if killing me equals the deaths of tens of thousands, maybe even hundreds of thousands?"
"... What do you mean?"
"I'm not the Dead God, in case you haven't noticed. In this world I have a lot of people relying on me, my Spire protects this world from evil gods. Not to mention my new status as a Daedric Lord, even if you could kill me, all that would do is empower the other gods who'd devour my realm and power."
...
Anti-Mage falls silent, too prideful to agree but logical enough to see the flaws in his methods. He was distrustful of Michael's words but wasn't willing to risk the potential consequences if he was being truthful.
"Thank you..." Wei quietly says as she walks to her Master's side, grimacing slightly at the man's complete dismissal of her.
Michael shrugs, "It's fine, not everyone is going to accept things so easily. There's Spirits I'll not summon due to how violent and dangerous they are... Speaking of which, I should get started on bringing the others here..."
The next person summoned is Lina, who is already familiar enough with Skyrim not to cause a big issue, indeed, she was happy enough to permanently have a place in this land. No longer having a timer tick down within her mind. She easily makes the acquaintance of Wei, the two women chatting about their respective lands that are now just pages in history.
Michael does try to summon Auorth, the Winter Wyvern, but it had become increasingly obvious to him that she'd sacrificed her soul to grant him power that proved meaningless in the end, as he couldn't actually die... He shakes his head, deciding to have some statues and shrines created in Winterhold and his realm in her honour.
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