The Birth of Ruin

Forever Flame

Just as Godsbody was about to assemble a small army of Daedra to attack Seyda Neen, a portal opens before him, and two figures walk though it. "Godsbody?" A woman asks. She looked shocked and scared at the same time. Her companion is a large Dremora.

"Nysaiah?" Godsbody asks in return. "You shouldn't be here." He sets his jaw and crosses a set of arms. "Leave, now." His voice is stern, but not angry.

"But, I just got here and I need to talk to you." Now she just looks scared and confused, but she was determined.

Godsbody looks to the Dremora. He didn't know if the Dremora would obey him, but it was worth a try. "Leave us," he says to it. The Dremora nods and walks off. Godsbody knew the Dremora would obey Nysaiah because it was bound by an oath to her when she summoned it. The Dremora never liked to be under mortals control but they were bound by oaths, and sworn to follow their masters words, but many have found loopholes and exploited them.

Godsbody looks at Nysaiah when the Dremora is out of hearing range. "You must go. Dremora are going to attack Seyda Neen. Get Audret and Aranith out and never come back. No time to explain, just go." Godsbody commands.

Nysaiah crosses her arms. "You can't order me around like you can with these Daedra. I'm going to get you out of here."

Godsbody almost laughed, almost. "Get out, Nysaiah. Look around you, these aren't exactly friendly creatures. They see you, and you're dead. If you don't warn Aranith and Audret that the Dremora are coming, they're dead too. Go back though the portal, Nysaiah, and never come back. I'll be fine, I was built for these lands." He reassured Nysaiah at the end because he knew she was stubborn and wouldn't listen unless he assured her that he'd be fine.

Nysaiah didn't even give it a second thought. She knew that Daedra were merciless, so it was either die in the Deadlands or have a chance to save what was left of her family. "Goodbye, Godsbody." She says sadly before walking through the portal that brought her here.

Now, Godsbody knew what he had to do. He would have to fulfill Dagon's request. He goes to gather the Dremora.

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The smell of smoke and fire fills the air. They weren't expecting it, the attack came out of nowhere. Disoriented, and coughing, citizens of Seyda Neen raise swords, axes, maces, staffs, bows and various other weapons to defend their land.

Screams and battle cries come from one side of the fight, the distorted voices of the Dremora from the other. It was a hopeless battle for Seyda Neen. Their people had no hope of winning against an army with infinite numbers, but still they fought. Every man, woman and child who had the strength to lift a weapon did so to aid in the fight for their lives. They hacked, slashed and slung magic at their enemies.

The Dremora rained down on the citizens with the ferocity that no mortal could muster. For every one Dremora the mortals killed, two more took their place. The people of Seyda Neen were out numbered, out gunned, and weaker then the Dremora army.

"STOP!" A voice shouted and momentarily, the battle stopped. "You said you wouldn't return!" A bold man yells at a Dremora he's seen before. "You said once you had Godsbody that you'd leave us alone! This doesn't look like you're leaving us alone!" Blood, sweat and dirt covered his face and cloths.

"I'm not the one in charge!" A male Dremora shouts back. "At that time, I made a promise to you, but that promise was overruled by my oath little Dagon and Lord Dagon!" The bold man gasped. The Dremora held up his weapon but didn't attack yet.

The little Dagon could only have been one brute, four-armed Daedric creatures and the bold man knew who it was. "What are you talking about!?" The man yells at the Dremora. "Godsbody wouldn't do this!"

"You're wrong, Audret." The army of Dremora part to reveal one of the brute four armed creatures. "I have learned my origins, and I have a role in the Deadlands that I never had here." The creature says to the mortal in a powerful, commanding voice. "You didn't do anything to help me here. Lord Dagon has made me stronger. Now, I've had enough of this interruption." Godsbody takes a deep breath and lets out a strong battle cry, and at this cry, the Dremora surged forward.

Godsbody launched himself at the bold little mortal known as Audret. He grabs the mortal by the throat. "I gave you a chance to run, and you didn't take it, Audret!" The brute creature growls.

"I-" Audret tries to breathe but can't with Godsbody's strong hands around his throat. "I didn't.. I didn't believe... you'd do it.." Audret gasps.

"You didn't listen. Now, I have to kill you." Godsbody didn't want to, but he was told to destroy all of Seyda Neen and the people who lived there. He couldn't defy Dagon, or he'd just be another casualty. Godsbody didn't want to be just another casualty. He tightens his grip around Audrets throat.

Audret scratches at Godsbody's hands to no avail. The big Daedra was too strong. After the life seeps out of Audret, Godsbody stands over the mortal's body with regret. To please Mehrunes Dagon, Godsbody had to kill the man who raised him. He kept telling himself that Audret was just a casualty of war. He used that reason to justify why he did it.

Godsbody rips his eyes from Audrets body and takes a look around. Everything is burning and there's bodies everywhere. Godsbody turns away from the destruction and walks back towards the portal, the Dremora follow. "You," he says to a near by Dremora. "Take a group and make sure no one has survived. The attack is over, just make sure every mortal is dead." The Dremora nods and Godsbody walks though the portal.