Just a Skyrim fanfic: Extended cut

Haunted house (Side)

(The song above can go with Molag Bal perfectly)

(Leonidas is in Markarth trying to get supplies, and makes his armor fade away. But then someone in robes walks up to him and asks him a question)

Tyrannus: You there. Excuse me, but do you know anything about this house? Have you seen anyone enter or leave?

Leonidas: That one? It's abandoned. No one's set foot in it for months. Why do you ask?

Tyrannus: I'm with the vigil of Stendarr. We believe this house might have been used for daedra worship. Evil rites and so forth

Leonidas: Do you need any help?

Tyrannus: I was actually just about to head on inside. It would be ideal to have someone watching my back. Follow me, and keep your eyes open. Daedra are powerful creatures and tricksters. Never know what you'll find

(Leonidas and Tyrannus head inside the abandoned home, only to find it completely livable)

Tyrannus: Fresh food. No wood rot on the furniture. Someone's been here. Recently. But the people I asked say no one enters or leaves....

(A noise is heard)

Tyrannus: Wait. Did you hear that? I think it came this way. That's it. Something's inside the house. Come on, we're getting to the bottom of this. Come out! We know you're here! There's another door. See if you can get it open

(Leonidas tries to open the door with the skeleton key, but the magic sealing the door is too powerful, and the house begins to quake)

Tyrannus: Stendarr's mercy! This is no ordinary daedra. It's Molag Bal, the daedric prince. We have to get help!

Molag Bal: So weak. He is weak. You, Leonidas, however, are strong. Crush him

Leonidas: What do I gain from granting this request?

Molag Bal: Ah, a negotiator, I see. Kill him, and you will have my boon. Along with other blessings down the road...

(Leonidas and Tyrannus approach the door to the house)

Tyrannus: You first. Come on, lets go!

Molag Bal: Kill him. Crush his bones. Tear his flesh

Tyrannus: Get out of my head, daedra!

Molag Bal: You will kill, or you will die!

Tyrannus: I don't want to die! Not here! Not now!

(Tyrannus powers up his magic)

Tyrannus: The daedra has us. It's you or-

(Leonidas quickly pulls out the dagger of Mehrunes Dagon and stabs Tyrannus with it)

Tyrannus: -me...

(Tyrannus falls down dead)

Molag Bal: Yes... Such ferocity... Your reward is waiting for you, mortal. Further down. Your prize is waiting

(Leonidas heads into the basement of the house, and finds a rusty mace)

Leonidas: (Thinks) That was hardly worth my time

(A cage surrounds Leonidas)

Molag Bal: FOOL! Did you think Molag Bal, the lord of domination, would so easily reward you? What do you see from that little cage?

Leonidas: The spikes of this trap. Very pointy

Molag Bal: Sharp, aren't they? This was the last thing many saw before they were sacrificed in my name. But a daedric Lord has his enemies, and my rival Boethiah had her priest desecrate it. So long since it's tasted blood... What else do you see?

Leonidas: An altar

Molag Bal: Yes. It's an altar. Men would come and sacrifice the wretched in my name. The weak would be punished by the strong. What do you see within the altar, my boy?

Leonidas: A mace. A very rusty mace

Molag Bal: Rusted indeed. Dry. There was a time when this mace dripped with the blood of the feeble and the worthless. As I said, my rival Boethiah had her priest desecrate it. Left it here to decay. That is... Until you came

Leonidas: So that's what you want me to carry out? Revenge on Boethiah?

Molag Bal: Revenge? No. What kind of petty child do you take me for? I want submission. I want the priest who did this to bend his knees and give me his soul. He comes by to perform Boethiah's insulting rites at my altar, but he's been missing. Captured and bound. Left to rot. But not by me. Save him. Let him perform his rites one more time. And when he does, we will be waiting for him. I offer you a reward for this task. For real this time

Leonidas: How do I know you won't screw me over again?

Molag Bal: You don't. That's just part of the fun

Leonidas: Alright, I've had enough of this

(Leonidas uses his black smoke magic to phase through the cage)

Molag Bal: Ah. You are no ordinary mage... I know what you have done. You have made a terrible mistake! You have pledged your soul to Boethiah already?!

(Leonidas grabs the rusty mace)

Leonidas: Maybe that priest will have a new altar...

Molag Bal: WAIT! DON'T SMASH THE ALTAR!

Leonidas: Grant me your boon, and I will drop the mace

(Molag Bal laughs)

Molag Bal: You are a fast learner. Very well. You will have it

(Leonidas is surrounded by a magic aura, and his eye color blackens further)

Molag Bal: I give you a piece of my power, mortal. When your enemies lie broken and bloody beneath you, know that I will be watching. Now, what will it be?

Leonidas: About that...

(Leonidas gives the mage a hard swing, destroying the altar, and destroying most of the mace)

Leonidas: Boethiah flips you the grandest of all birds