The Birth of Ruin

The Flame Tyrant

"Have you little mortals come to your senses or are you going to start a war with the Daedric Prince of destruction?" This time it was a feminine Dremora.

"This has nothing to do with them." Godsbody shouts out. "This has to do with me, and it's my choice. I'll go with you as long as you leave Seyda Neen alone."

"Fine. Come with us and we'll leave these pathetic mortals alone." The Dremora crossed her arms. "I was hoping there would be a fight. What a shame."

"It is a shame, cause I would have liked to knock your skulls in, but it does me no good."Godsbody walks out of the crowd, and the Dremora turn around and leave Seyda Neen. Godsbody follows them.

"So," Godsbody says, breaking the silence as they walk. "What exactly do you guys want with me? Might I remind you, you're the ones that left me here." Godsbody shrugs.

"That's for you to discuss with Lord Dagon." The Dremora replies.

"Just as I thought. You're just Dagon's brutes." Godsbody says, annoyed with the Dremoras reply.

"You're the large one with four arms here." The Dremora laughs in reply. "You're more of a brute than us." Godsbody doesn't reply, because they're right.

Not long after the Dremora left Seyda Neen, they come up to a Daedric portal. The portal was unnatural. It was as if someone cut through the fabric of the world with a flaming knife. Unnatural rocks protruded around the portal as if they were holding it up. Godsbody stops.

"Are you just as weak as the mortals? Go into the portal!" The female Dremora shouts at him. He takes a deep breath and walks forward into the portal. When Godsbody emerges on the other side, all he sees is destruction. The ground is scorched and hardly anything remains. Lava flows around islands of destruction. Then he sees them. Towers made out of the same rock that was holding up the portal.

Godsbody was in the Deadlands. The realm of the Daedric prince of destruction Mehrunes Dagon himself.

"My loyal servent returns." Godsbody hears a deep, powerful voice speak. Dagon. He was unsure why Dagon was calling him a loyal servent when Godsbody was never a servent of Mehrunes Dagon. "You are where you were always ment to be." Dagon says.

Godsbody knew not to defy the prince of destruction, so he doesn't. "Why am I here?" He asks into the air, but the voice of Dagon doesn't reply to him. Godsbody shrugs. "Well," he turns to the Dremora. "What now?"

"Now," says a masculine Dremora. "We train. You're.. not as strong as us. That is because of the time you spent with those.. mortals. You were meant to protect the Deadlands, and that's what we intend to train you for."

"It can't be that hard." Godsbody replies. "It's not like any mortal will willingly walk in here. I mean look at it, it's just lava and rock." He stops himself from laughing. "Only the dark elves could possibly make a living here, and they don't exactly see Dagon as a great guy." Except for Aranith. She didn't see Dagon as exactly a horrible guy.

"That may be true, but we must be ready to fight for Lord Dagon. You must be ready when he needs you." The Dremora turns to another Dremora. "Go get a Kynreeve to train the demiprince." Godsbody didn't know what a Kynreeve was, but he didn't ask either.

"Our ways are probably strange to you, demiprince." The dremora says to him after a little while of waiting. "Us Dremora live by ranks. All you need to know now though, is that I'm a Kynmarcher. I'm not the highest ranking Dremora, but I command the lower Dremora in the area, which includes the Kynreeve you will meet soon." The Kynmarcher didn't seem to have anything else to say, so Godsbody didn't ask any questions.

"You wanted to see me?" Says a distorted male voice. It must be the Kynreeve.

"Yes, I did, Kynreeve." Kynmarcher replies. "I put you in charge of training the demiprince. The Kynmarcher doesn't wait for a reply from the Kynreeve, he just walks away.

"Follow me, creature." Says the Kynreeve, and Godsbody does as he's told.

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Meanwhile in Seyda Neen, the town goes back to business as normal. Except for one Dunmeri couple. Audret had survived the attack, but he was still with the healers. After about an hour after the Dremora took Godsbody, the healers finally allowed visitors. Nysaiah sits beside Audret.

"Audret. They took him, they took Godsbody." Nysaiah already missed the brute four armed Daedra, but she had a feeling this day would come.

"The Dremora.. they got him? How? His size overpowered the Dremora the first time by a lot. There's no way." Audret says in disbelief.

"Gods gave himself up. He did it to protect Seyda Neen, and us. We have to get him back." Nysaiah knew it would be almost impossible. The Dremora wouldn't let Godsbody go easily if they wanted him that badly.

"Nys, we can't. It would be a suicide mission." Nysaiah had a look on her face that told Audret she wouldn't just give up. It was the look of a mother who just had her child taken from her. "I saw Gods as a son too, Nys. This is out of our league though. We can't just march into Oblivion and get Gods back. We know nothing about the lay of the land there except that it's mostly fire and ruin. We've never set foot in Oblivion, and if we did, then we'd be dead." Audret knew that Nysaiah knew that though, she still had a look on her face that said she had a plan.

"Then we find someone who does know the lay of the land in the Deadlands."

"Nys.. what are you talking about? Any mortal that has set foot in the Deadlands hasn't returned, except for the hero of Kvatch and the people that helped them. They're all long dead though." Audret replies.

"I never said it was going to be a mortal, Audret." He was confused still. "We summon a Dremora."

"Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?" Audret raises his voice. "We already lost Gods, and I won't lose you too. You're not summoning a Dremora, that's the last time I want to hear you speak of that. It's completely insane and I won't let you do that."

Nysaiah only crosses her arms. "In the position you're in right now," she says gesturing at his injuries. "There's nothing you can do to stop me. Gods was pretty much our son, and I won't just abandon him. You don't control me, Audret. You're either with me, or you have nothing to do with me. It's your choice." Nysaiah doesn't give him a chance to reply, she just turns around and walks out of the building.