Sinnerman

*The Jarl's Longhouse*

High King Torygg was still in Winterhold, he kept standing near the central fireplace of the hall of the Jarl of Winterhold to warm himself.

"Is it time?" He asked.

"No, Your Grace. Two more minutes."

"Then we wait. Where is Jarl Ulfric?"

"He headed to Windhelm just some time ago, Your Grace."

"He is indeed stubborn."

Torygg didn't say anything further until Falk announced the end of the two minutes.

"Your Grace."

"Is it time?"

"Yes."

The king touched the ring on his right hand and took the steps to the central table where a single paper was spread.

[The Sentence of Exile against Jonhild Firemane by the Throne of Skyrim.]

The royal seal of King Torygg was imprinted on the paper right away.

"From this day until the day when High King Torygg son of Istlod walk this Nirn no longer. We, the High King of Skyrim, hereby announce Jonhild son of Jonrad of Clan Firemane exiled from the realm of Skyrim. Effective right away."

The High King announced it to the important figures present in the hall.

Torygg understood Jon to some degree as the two of them sought out peace, but sooner or later, conflict will rise.

The words Jon said to Torygg once were still lingering on his mind. He looked at the book he was reading beside the wine glass on the table and opened its first page once again to immerse himself in the title.

The Book of the Dragonborn.

***

Jon walked out of his house's gate with a small black cat walking beside him. It was 12:00 AM of the new day and now it was time to run.

Many were eyeing him. Some with sadness, some with pity and some with opportunities in mind. Some were friends and family while others were haters waiting for the Dragon of Winterhold to fly away.

He smiled in his mind to every one of those people.

They were either standing towards him on the other side of the road or hidden behind walls. Still, all were toned to the same frequency.

Jon raised his hand and pointed up and as if a red star was shining in the sky, a red blade slowly appeared with a strong oppressive aura.

[Bloodskal] was floating above Winterhold.

"By the Decree of Jon Dare, may the tip of this blade find its way to the hearts of those who wish to harm what I hold dear, may this blade ever carry my will, my wrath and my care."

All those who were present looked up.

The red sword shone with a strong light then disappeared the same way it appeared.

Looking back down to Jon Dare, he was no longer here.

Was it north? Was it south? Which way did he take?

Those who were planning to tail him were played well.

"Now you see me. Now you not." Jon mocked them with a wide grin from the battlements south to Winterhold.

"Hooman, this is a bad habit playing with people."

"For you of all people to say that!"

"Heathen, I'm a cat."

"Haha! Forgive me your holy meowjesty."

The two were now all by themselves on the road again. They jumped off the wall unseen and ran beside each other to the south.

Back at Winterhold, Alina walked out of the house wearing her iconic red dress with no face or head covers, she could feel that Aurbic Energy of Jon as [Bloodskal] kept watching over Winterhold in the stead of its owner. Jon seemed to have planned this since the battle and imbued the sword with some kind of seal that would keep it serve that purpose.

Of course Jon can't take his favorite red sword with him. Everyone knows about that sword now. Alina could only sigh inwardly and walk towards the casino of Winterhold. Wulfur was expecting her arrival and he pushed the door open.

"Sister-in-law."

"Brother-in-law."

She walked in the casino which was filled with visitors, Jon seemed to have had a little farewell party just a while ago.

"Lady Boss."

"Elishka."

"How do we serve your ladyship?"

"Hehe! Fine, clear the stage for me."

Elishka only snapped her fingers and the bards on the stage all cleared away. Alina held the sides of her dress as she walked up the stage. She stood on top of it dazzling everyone with her beauty yet her eyes carried a glare that kept them all sane.

Her left hand opened up casting a single magic spell that caused a small green orb to hover beside her, out of that green Magicka orb, music started to play.

The music was quite unusual and alien but not hateful or strange to the tastes, it felt like different cultures were mixed all in one single note.

Alina had a thing for this type of music that Jon would occasionally play, he said it was called Jazz. She took a liking to the music and its songs so with her variety of talents, she could of course sing.

♪ Oh, Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?

Sinnerman where you gonna run to?

Where you gonna run to?

All on that day ♪

Jon and Nefertiti ran beside one another, he wasn't wearing any robe or armor but rather a black shirt on black pants, when he felt his style was lacking, he summoned out [Greed] and made a long black trench coat with some diabolical inscriptions on it.

"Hooman, people are surrounding us."

As they felt many presences surrounding them, the two ran away from the road and hid behind a rock.

♪ We got to run to the rock

Please hide me, I run to the rock

Please hide me, run to the rock

Please hide here

All on that day ♪

Jon looked around him and found many people blocking the road, centered on the mountain and hiding behind the roocks around them. High Elf mages, Wood Elf archers, Khajiit assassins... A Thalmor assassination team.

"Desperate, aren't they?"

Jon shook his head wryly and thought of teleporting away.

Suddenly and out of nowhere, an arrow broke through the air targeting Jon's head. The Archer got to be a top expert Archer judging by the strong magical element on the arrow.

Jon dodged the arrow but he was now visible to all enemies.

♪ But the rock cried out

I can't hide you, the rock cried out

I ain't gonna hide you there

All on that day ♪

Jon looked around and raised up his hands slowly.

"Take it easy, boys. Fighting here will leave a lot of mess for the poor people of Winterhold to clean. Do you want them to remember the Boss they love as the man who left the road all broken to pieces and littered with meat paste and rivers of blood?"

"This human has a big mouth indeed, kill him." A High Elf wizard said.

"I really wanted to avoid this..."

♪ I said rock

What's the matter with you rock?

Don't you see I need you, rock?

Good Lord, Lord

All on that day ♪

Jon cast [Electrohand] on the rock he hid behind and a palm of lightning carried the small boulder in the air.

"Say 'Aaaaah'." Jon simply waved his hand and the rock swept through the spots on the mountain where the Wood Elf archers hid.

Nefertiti turned into a Werecat and sank in here shadow then appeared where the Khajiits are and started killing them without remorse to her feline-kind while calling them 'infidels'.

Jon retreated the rock back to him and faced the remaining High Elves who were blocking the road while carrying the ridiculously heavy rock with one hand. The rock was covered with Wood Elven blood, bone, skin and flesh as well as the echo of their screams and terror.

"You mer-kind never learn."

♪ So I run to the river

It was bleedin', I run to the sea

It was bleedin'

All on that day ♪

"Shit! Spread around."

The High Elves lost their composer. Jon was indeed much stronger than before he attained temporary Divinity.

"Too late!"

He made his Magicka explode between his hand and the rock causing it to be launched like a cannonball towards the Elves. The clash caused their bodies to explode in a splash of red blood and golden skin leaving a long trail of blood until the rock crashed down.

♪ So I run to the river

It was boilin', I run to the sea

It was boilin', I run to the seat

It was boilin'

All on that day ♪

"Hooman, you caused a mess."

"Right back at you."

Looking at the bleeding mountain and the trail of blood covering the road, Jon sighed.

"Fine, I am a sensible person and I clean after I take a shit."

"Good Hooman."

Jon waved his hand around with a spell and the whole mess was enveloped in Flames. The burning hot flames caused the snow to melt then boil.

The stench of burning flesh may cause some people to get their guts spilled out of their throats just by how horrifying it is.

♪ So I run to the Lord

Please hide me, Lord

Don't you see me prayin'?

Don't you see me down here prayin'?

But the Lord said

Go to the Devil, the Lord said

Go to the Devil

He said go to the Devil

All on that day ♪

Jon looked up the sky wondering when this fight will ever end. He killed so many that his soul became numb. So many that he had started to feel tired.

He doesn't want to kill anymore but... he just keeps taking more lives the more he tried to stop. The side of him that hated killing was mostly the one he reincarnated with and the side that is bloodthirsty and mad is the side that was born on this world.

He could tell why was he reincarnated.

If he wasn't, this mad bloodthirsty side of him would have no off switch and would keep bathing in his enemies blood till it's red so someone had to act as the lid to this boiling mixture of homicidal madness.

The sin of killing made him feel very heavy.

As his eye searched through the clean starry sky of night, an object entered his vision.

The towering shrine of Azura was just atop the mountain near him.

"We have to talk."

♪ So I ran to the Devil

He was waitin', I ran to the Devil

He was waitin', ran to the Devil

He was waitin'

All on that day ♪

Jon took the [Black Star] and levitated up the mountain.

The mess he left behind kept burning and its smoke rose to the sky as he reached the first step up to the Shrine of Azura.

Priestess Aranea Ienith, the one who tends to the shrine was waiting for Jon. She saw the [Black Star] in his hand and frowned.

"I'm here for my Labour and to fix this." He said.

"Very well."

The priestess led the way to the Shrine and Jon followed. He stood in front of the large alter and based to Azura's statue until her voice reached his head.

♪ I cried, power, power (power, Lord)

Power (power, Lord)

Power (power, Lord) ♪

He raised the [Black Star] in his hand up and it felt the light of a certain star in the sky calling down on it. Miraculously, the [Black Star] was being cleansed and the black color on it gradually turned into the brightest glimmer of the [Star of Azura].

The [Star of Azura] was back to its full glimmering shine.

Jon held it down then turned to Priestess Aranea and handed it to her but she refused.

"As much as I hate it, you are the Keeper. Just never corrupt it ever again."

Jon nodded.

"Your next Labour is ought to be a short one."

"Good."

"Lady Azura has given you quests to aid you this far, she aided you to save your brother even though things went down, she aided you to escape the Vampires and aided you through the Battle. Even though you were quite insolent to the Queen of Twilight, she always forgave you and showered you with her love and mercy."

"I'm thankful, Aranea. The Labour."

"From now on, your Labours will only be to serve Lady Azura. She and her allies have decided which weapon you shall carry in the upcoming Labours and this Labour, your fifth, is to retrieve that weapon."

"Skip to the riddle."

"Fine. Reach the unreached under the dragon, under the layer of lies and history of cheat. Keep silence else your success is not guaranteed. Seek the servants of the Dark Mistress, and face their traitor. There, you'll find the Blade of Deceit."

Jon closed his eyes as he already could tell what kind of weapon he is after. That weapon from the game that he was going to avoid at all costs.

Looks like Azura didn't want to make things easy for him. Still, such a weapon was a perfect match for him. He was a man of many Sins and that was a weapon fit for a Sinnerman.

♪ I said Lord, Lord

Hear me prayin', Lord, Lord

Hear me prayin', all on that day

Sinnerman, you oughta be prayin'

Outghta be prayin', Sinnerman

Oughta be prayin',

All on that day ♪

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