The Birth of Ruin

Ritual and Destruction

Nysaiah was in the basement of the house she and Audret lived in. It was the only place she could preform the ritual without anyone questioning where she was or what she was doing. As far as anyone else knew, she was grieving for the loss of Godsbody. In reality, she was about to do something very dangerous.

Nysaiah had the ritual all set up, all she had to do was cast the spell, but she didn't know if she was ready. Nysaiah didn't know if she was powerful enough to bind the Dremora and stop herself from being tricked by it. She takes a deep breath and sets her fears aside.

Nysaiah puts her arms out in front of her and starts the spell. She feels magic flow through her veins as she casts the spell. Nysaiah can feel the spell draining her energy, but she kept the spell up, and finished it. There's a bright flash and a loud sound she can't quite make out.

The light and sounds left her disoriented, but she quickly gathers herself. Looking up, she sees a tall muscular figure before her. Nysaiah succeeded in summoning a Dremora. "It.. worked." She says quietly to herself.

"Of course it worked, mortal." The Dremora said in a distorted masculine voice. "Now what do you want?" The Dremora seemed annoyed by the summoning, but he couldn't do anything to stop it, unless he tricked Nysaiah into letting him go, or simply did what Nysaiah said.

"I want you to help me get Godsbody back." Nysaiah replies. She gets up close to the Dremora. "Don't even try to trick me, vile demon. I won't fall for it." Nysaiah sneers at the Dremora. "As much as I hate your kind, you're the only ones that can help me."

"Well," the Dremora pauses. "I don't know who this Godsbody is, unless you're talking about lord Dagon. I am sworn by an oath, and the same trick wouldn't work twice on you mortals. Some of you actually learn from your mistakes, or from your peers mistakes."

"I don't know what kind of Daedric creature Godsbody is, but he's one of the brute kinds. He has four arms, and he looks almost like the depictions of Dagon." Nysaiah tries her best to describe Godsbody. The Dremora seems to understand.

"Yes, the weak little Dagon." The Dremora doesn't say anything for a few moments, and Nysaiah almost breaks the silence. "I am obligated to serve Lord Dagon, and my oath to those who summon me cant conflict with my loyalty to Dagon. I can give you information on the child, or help you communicate with him, but I can't do anything to help you on your little crusade to get him out of Oblivion." Nysaiah nods.

"You said you can give me Information about him. How is he doing?" Nysaiah is almost afraid to know what the Daedric prince of destruction might be doing to Godsbody, but she had to know.

"The little Dagon is in training. I don't see why a mortal like yourself could be so worried about some brute Daedra, but you mortals have always been strange to us." The Dremora was right. Nysaiah had no reason to be worried about Godsbody. He was a Daedra, therefor he could never really die. He would just reform somewhere else in Oblivion.

"I have one more task for you, Dremora." The Dremora watches her. "You are going to take me to oblivion. You will tell no one that I was ever there. I want to see Godsbody." She commands, and the Daedra obeys.

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"You've done well, little Dagon." The Dremora Kynreeve says.

"I'm not so little anymore, Kynreeve." Godsbody says with a smirk on his face. "When will you start calling me by my name, instead of little Dagon?"

"We don't use names here, as Kynmarcher told you. Mortals can exploit that. However, Godsbody isn't the name mortals can exploit for you. You must find out that name, but until then, we will treat Godsbody as that name. To us, you are little Dagon." Kynreeve replies.

"So," says a feminine Dremora voice. "You're the little Dagon I've heard about. I am a Markynaz, a Dremora lord. All the Dremora you have met are below me." Markynaz says.

"So you're the boss around here?" Godsbody asks.

"No, that would be Lord Dagon. This is his domain, we're all just his servants, including you. I'm in charge of the Dremora you've met so far, but I'm not the lord of other Daedra. I came here to tell you that Lord Dagon has a task for you, little Dagon." Markynaz put her arms behind her back. "Follow me." Godsbody does as he's told.

As they walk, the landscape stays basically the same, just lava, Daedra and dead things. That's why they call this the Deadlands, everything's well... dead. Godsbody was used to the small house he lived in with Nysaiah and Audret, but he knew that the Deadlands was where he belonged. Godsbody didn't mind the Deadlands. He didn't know how long he's been here but he didn't care. Godsbody just does what the Dremora tell him, and he doesn't mind it. He feels like he's fulfilling his purpose by being here. A part of him missed Vvardenfell, but another part of him couldn't imagine going back.

"Lord Dagon," Markynaz says, getting Godsbody's attention again. "I am here with the child."

"Leave us," Dagon says in his deep, unnaturally powerful voice. Godsbody then heard splashing, and looked towards the nearest lake of lava. It looked as if there was a tsunami of lava, but instead of making a wave, the lava parted. The shape of a body with humanoid features emerged from the lava, and Godsbody knew exactly who it was. Mehrunes Dagon, the Daedric prince of destruction.

Godsbody was shocked at the size of Mehrunes Dagon. He made the lake of lava look like a small hot tub. That's probably what it was to the Daedric prince of destruction though. "Mehrunes Dagon.." Godsbody says quietly.

"Yes, and I have a task for you, child." Dagon looks down at Godsbody, and smiles a little.

"Go on, I'm listening." Godsbody says cautiously.

"I want you to destroy that pitiful little town that stole you. Destroy Seyda Neen, my child, and you will win my favor. Go now, and take some Dremora with you, if you wish." Dagon turns away from Godsbody, so Godsbody walks away from the giant Daedric prince. It seems far Mehrunes Dagon was a man of few words, and those few words would be obeyed by his servants.

Dagon wants Godsbody to kill everyone he's known that isn't a Daedra. He didn't want to, but in the Deadlands, when Dagon ordered someone to do something, they did it or felt Dagon's wrath. Godsbody didn't want to go around pissing off daedric princes, but he also didn't want to kill Audret, Nysaiah and Aranith.

Annoyed, sad and confused, Godsbody goes for a walk to prepare himself for the attack on Seyda Neen. He wasn't prepared, so he'd have time before he brought end to a place that gave him life.