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85.13% Unbound Familiar / Chapter 607: Unseen Domination

บท 607: Unseen Domination

The battle for the rule of Raven Rock in Solstheim wasn't one fought with muscle and steel, but with guile and magic. The buildings that comprised the mining city didn't burn, the wells weren't poisoned, the gates weren't locked, and the people were cowering... Yet, The Empire of Halkeginia had already taken its first steps to greater power.

"W-wait! Stop! You cannot do this! House Redoran will not tolerate it!" a voice shouts in the midst of night within Lleril Morvayn's residence, though, no one seems to hear it.

Lleril Morvayn was the First Councillor of Raven Rock, making him the leader of the city with his close friend Adril Arano, the Second Councillor and the one who primarily governs the settlement.

Both Lleril and Adril were currently being held down, the First Councillor by Captain Veleth, a formerly loyal guard to the duo.

Joseph de Gallia standing before them with a mocking smirk, four mages around him giving more neutral expressions, not really caring for anything but the man's protection. "Don't do what? This city is already ours, you're not even really prisoners, but tools, like your friend there." he gestures at Veleth who didn't react, his eyes dull and glassy.

"My kin from the mainland will punish you for this!" Lleril growls while trying to break from his bonds.

Joseph folds his arms and shrugs 'helplesly', "Then you've put me in a bind... Fortunately, you've given us a hostage to keep the peace, I'll thank you later for volunteering. Shove him in the cells." he commands, having Lleril dragged away by guards that used to belong to him.

"H-how are you doing this...? I hired these men! Investigated these men! PAID THESE MEN!" Adril screams out, taken completely aback by the sudden, random situation he'd found himself in.

Joseph chuckles, "You did, but now they work for us. Funny how loyalties change... Which is something I wished to speak with you about..." he pulls out a black stone from his pocket and presents it, the object somehow glowing with black light that darkened everything near it, whispers emanating from it that burrowed into the skin of Adril.

"W-what is that abomination!? No! K-Keep it away from me!" the man shouts in fear as Joseph approaches.

"This is your future, Elf." the former-King states as he pushes it hard against Adril's forehead, the man immediately beginning to scream at the dark, unnatural feeling burrowing it's way into his soul.

"We need you to manage the city while we're conquering. Don't worry, you'll find solace in service soon enough."

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With Raven Rock now under their control, Joseph makes his way back to the Shrine of Miraak that Louise spent most of her time at nowadays.

"Is it done?" the girl asks as soon as Joseph was in hearing distance.

"It is, the last obstacle on this Island is the Skaal village. We captured one of their villagers by the stones don't seem to have any effect on them."

"Unfortunate. They must be quelled, have the men ready for battle, raze it-" she pauses and suddenly looks up at the sky where dark shadows were steadily appearing.

Joseph follows her gaze and gapes, "D-Dragons!?" he mutters, already aware of the large difference between this world's dragons. He looks to Louise, "What should we do? We can't fight all of them, from what I've heard a single one can destroy an army!"

"They aren't here to fight. They wish to negotiate..." she states after closing her eyes for a moment. "Leave if you wish, they will come here and I will speak with them."

...

Joseph looks at her expressionlessly before waving off the guards and mages, deciding that this would be better without the gawking common folk and lesser nobles.

Soon enough one of the around ten or so dragons lands nearby the shrine, stomping over and sticking its head towards Louise and Joseph. "Mu hon hin faan, Miraak, Diist do faal Dovahkiin, grutiik..." (We heard your call, Miraak, First of the Dragonborn, betrayer...) it says, confusing the former-King with its strange, powerful but guttural language, even worse, Louise responds in kind...

Her eyes flash with different colours, one sky blue and one yellow with a slit pupil, not unlike that of the nearby dragon. "Ni grutiik, Zu'u yah wah zahnir lein neben dii rel, vothni Alduin. Nu tol hi nid lingrahiik aam mok, tol tet fosoth nid." (Not betrayer, I seek to preserve the world under my rule, without Alduin. Now that you no longer serve him, that title means nothing.)

...

"You have come for a reason, Geinwodumuz, I assume it is to submit." Louise, or rather, Miraak, simply states.

The dragon's pupils shrink as it glares at the girl, "Zurun, I had thought the First was male, hmph, what is it your people say? Hi los rokmahnu?" (You are roosterless)

"I don't need a cock to tear you all from the sky, you lost against the Last, and now you come crawling to me for protection. I ask again. Will. You. Submit."

...

"Geh, dii drog. Mu fen kiibok." (Yes, my lord. We will follow.)

Louise nods, "Good. Now, Joseph, take the dragons and have them burn the Skall to prove their worth. Also, keep the mainland from discovering anything. Destroy any letters, control the port, restrict the mages. We can't let anyone find us until we are ready."

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Elsewhere, Surtr was also busying himself. Aware of how lacking Skyrim's current military power was, he ventured out and visited all known Dragon Barrows. Most had already been cleared by Alduin, but there were some buried under people's houses, or more difficult places for a dragon to reach.

Most had no idea what he was doing, and Surtr only explained his actions by saying he was 'Surveying' the land he now ruled. Which was an abject lie considering he bypassed most larger settlements.


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บท 608: Service to the Masters

Ralof, Surtr's new Housecarl follows his new High King through the forest, their entourage being only twenty or so men strong despite how dangerous it was to allow the High King out in such places.

He'd rather have more men at hand considering Ulfric's recent assassination, but Surtr wasn't exactly a sitting lamb waiting to be slaughtered. The man was the Dragonborn for Oblivion's sake, if the World-Eater failed to end him he doubted any mortal would manage.

Finally, Surtr seemed to find what he had been searching for, stopping before a large round ruin with a pit in the ground that'd all but been buried by foliage. An ancient dragon burial mound... "My Jarl, I hate to ask but, what are we doing out here? I doubt it's for Dragonbones with the warehouse full of them we have..."

Surtr shakes his head, "While I am looking for bones, that's my purpose... Stand back, all of you, and try not to shit yourselves." he growls as he turns his attention to the grave. "Slen Tiid Vok!"

*SHRROOOOONG!*

*CRRRRKKKK!*

The ground trembles as a large skeletal claw unearths itself, then proceeds to pull the rest of its body free, revealing a large, 'alive', skeletal dragon.

A few men scream out in fear while others hold their ground, trusting the Dragonborn to not lead them to their deaths.

Flesh and scales return to the dragon's body, rebuilding it. Eventually, it stands before Surtr with an unintelligible expression on its face. "Zu'u drun hi zek wah daar suleyksejun, dovah. Qiilaak ahrk aam zey, kriid do Alduin, vahriik wah Bormah." (I bring you back to this realm, dragon. Submit and serve me, slayer of Alduin, heir to Akatosh.) Surtr states as he locks eyes with the beast.

Vahriik wah bormah? Hi los pahlokaal, gut zos wey rok." (Heir to father? You are arrogant, far more than he.) it growls back suspiciously.

Surtr makes a show of looking around, "I don't see Akatosh disagreeing. An almighty being such as he should have the ability to reject my claims, shouldn't he?"

"Vahzah, but perhaps you are just not worth the time. Tiid fos los povaan wah rah do tiid. (Time which is abundant to the god of time.) it says, adding further insult to injury.

Surtr snarls at it in, his response sounding scarily animalistic in its tone, "Watch yourself beast, I will put you back in the ground faster than I pulled you out, I swear to that. Now, WILL. YOU. SERVE?" he growls out, letting his intent to devour its soul clear.

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While the two competing Dragonborn were collecting dragons like pokemon to strengthen their respective empires, Michael was toiling in his laboratory with the Cat of Nine Lives sitting on his desk before him.

With the help of Shadow Shaman, Rubick, and a recent addition, Shadow Fiend, he'd finally discovered a way to drain the pieces of Clavicus' soul that he'd imbued in the artifacts... Of course, this did come with some issues, none of which actually concerning reality itself...

Flashback :

Michael had entered his consciousness into the world that Shadow Fiend decided in, and of course, it looked just as you'd imagine. Shadow Fiend's world somehow looked significantly worse than Mehrunes Dagon's. At least in the Daedric Prince's domain his followers were allowed some degree of freedom, if not in mind than in body.

But Shadow Fiend? His world was almost entirely comprised of a shadowy, melted substance that was almost certainly the souls of his victims. The screams were deafening, wails of the accursed screaming for release, while the shadows that formed their 'bodies' reached out to him, seeking a way out of their torment.

Michael brushes them off, aware that these souls were probably not real considering these worlds were just constructs that the Book of Demigods had created.

And, since these souls were all connected to one being, it doesn't long for Shadow Fiend to locate him... Out of the shadows a red light forms, creating two dim red orbs that glare at him with ferocity.

"What have you done, mortal... How have you acquired my soul!?" Shadow Fiend exclaims as his demonic form bursts into existence before Michael.

Michael shrugs however, "Through a series of unconnected events I've unfortunately come to possess many souls, including yours. I'd free you if I could but it seems to be impossible... So, why don't we try negotiating?"

"Hmph, most mortals know better than to negotiate with demons. You seem foolish enough however, so let's. What do you have to offer?" the demon asks, its shadowy body circling Michael like a lion hunting its prey.

"You teach me what you know about souls and their manipulation, and I'll try free you when I have the chance. Fair, isn't it?"

...

"Not fair, not fair at all! Why don't I just pluck away your soul instead? I suspect my prison won't hold after that."

Michael shakes his head, "The thing is, it's not really me that holds your soul but an object in my possession. If I die you'll still just be stuck in it, at the mercy of whoever next picks it up." he explains.

That, seems to stump the demon. Nevermore, the Shadow Fiend, was used to always having the advantage, whether it be power, knowledge, or even just knowing what his target desired most. In his current state however, in this unnatural, random place that he'd apparently gotten trapped in without his knowing, he was utterly at his captor's mercy.

"Fine, let us make the deal... But, you do know what a Devil's Deal entails?" the demon asks, holding its hand out that shimmered with crimson light.

Michael nods, "Yeah, I heard about it from a green friend of mine... Speak your true name."

"Nevermore."

"I promise to free you, Nevermore, once I have the capabilities to do so. In return, you will teach me all you know of souls, their manipulation, and their uses. Do we have an accord?"

"We do."

They shake hands, binding the agreement, and Michael began his tuition under a being potentially more evil than most Daedric Princes...

Flashback end.


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Yeah, Miraak and Surtr are pretty similar at this point, the former actually having knowledge and experience to back his power. Especially after spending thousands of years in Apocrypha. Tiber Septim was probably also similar, if more restrained in his domination.

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