The Birth of Ruin

The Power Goes Around

Nysaiah had just finished telling Aranith about her journey through the Deadlands when Sai Sahan walks up to them. "Sorry to interrupt your reunion, but there's a Dremora that wants to see you, Nysaiah." Nysaiah sighs.

"What does it want?" Sai shrugs.

"He just said he wanted to talk to you. He's at the entrance to the Hollow City." Nysaiah gets up, and walks away. She seems annoyed. Sai looks at Aranith and she just shrugs back.

Nysaiah sees the Daedra at the entrance and she recognizes him. It was Lord Zor'aciua. "Oh Vehk, what do you want?" Nysaiah crosses her arms.

"This is not about what I want, mortal. It's about what Dagon wants. He wants to speak with you, I was just the messenger he sent. Now come before I have to make you. It gets pretty messy when things don't go my way." The Dremora gives her a half smile, then turns and opens a portal. "Shall we?"

Nysaiah shrugs. "I suppose you're not giving me a choice, Zor'aciua."

"I'm definitely not, now go through the portal, Nysaiah." He waits for her to enter the portal, then follows her though. "Dagon should be here somewhere. Have fun, mortal." Zor'aciua gives another half smile. Nysaiah just rolls her eyes.

"Ah, Nysaiah." As always, the Daedric princes voice sends chills up her spine. She turns around to see Dagon, but this time he was way larger then he was when they last spoke. His orange lighting ripples across his skin. Where the lightning touches him, he disappears, and a few moments he reappears in front of Nysaiah in a smaller version of himself.

"You're not as scary when you're not all... huge and menacing." Nysaiah says to the Daedric prince. Mehrunes Dagon laughs at her comment.

"I find it easier to speak to you lesser beings when I'm close to the same size as you. I'm a Daedric prince, I can be what I wish." Nysaiah nods.

"Now to the point, Dagon. Why am I here talking to you again in less then a day?" Dagon thinks for a moment.

"You can help me stop that demiprince. You can either use your connection to him, or I can use you as leverage against him. However, you're not the only one who will be helping to stop the demiprince." Mehrunes Dagon crosses a set of his muscular arms.

"Hello mortal." This voice frightened her more then Mehrunes Dagon's did. She new exactly why it was. "That demiprince weakened me, but I can still enslave you if we don't stop the demiprince." It was the Daedric prince of domination, Molag Bal.

"Molag Bal..." Nysaiah turned to see the large lizard like form of the prince of domination. She shakes at the sight of him. He held his mace in one hand, and his other hand was free. Molag Bal stands beside Mehrunes Dagon Dagon was slightly taller then Molag. The prince of destruction was muscular whole the prince of domination looked mostly like a bony lizard man. "Wait, don't you two hate each other?" Nysaiah asks.

"Yes." Mehrunes Dagon answers. "We might be enemies, but Godsbody is both of our enemies, so we'll defeat this threat then go back to being enemies."

"And fighting for Nirn, which I will succeed at, not you, Dagon." Mehrunes Dagon ignores Molag Bal's comment.

"How do you two intend to stop Godsbody when Molag here is weakened and Gods has the amulet of kings." Nysaiah was almost afraid to know the answer.

"This is why Mr. Dagon here employed the prince of Schemes." Molag Bal says smugly. "We'll use you as bait then rip that amulet off the Demiprinces neck. That will salve our amulet of kings problem and get me my power back."

"I have a better idea." Nysaiah says. "Why don't you two create another demiprince to fight Godsbody instead of risking him stealing your essence." Nysaiah walks up to the prince of domination. "Your plan would work, except for the fact he could see your lizard hands from a mile away."

"The mortal has a point, Molag. Though, if we worked together, we would just create another daedric prince and that wouldn't work for us, now would it? We're trying to stop a demiprince from making himself a Daedric prince."

"We could always use the mortal." Molag Bal suggests. "I'd enslave her anyway. We could imbue her with our essence then make her steal the amulet and kill the demiprince. She could be our all powerful mortal slave. That sounds like a good idea to me."

"I'm still here stupid lizard! I will not voluntarily be enslaved by you!" Nysaiah shouts at the Daedric prince. Molag Bal them uses his telekinesis choke grip on her. She tries to catch her breath but can't.

"Watch your tongue, mortal!" The Daedric prince growls, then releases Nysaiah. "I would enslave you right now but we need your pathetic self." She falls to the ground coughing.

Mehrunes Dagon looks at Molag Bal angrily. "You listen to me for now, prince of schemes. You know well that I am stronger then you with or without your normal power." Molag Bal looks angry too, but it's hard to tell because of his lizard like face.

He just growls. "Fine, Dagon. This event does not make us friends." Molag Bal turns back to Nysaiah who just got back on her feet. "So what's the plan 'Lord Dagon'." Molag says mockingly.

"We'll imbue Nysaiah with some of our essence and make her steal the amulet of kings back. It doesn't matter if the demiprince dies because being a Daedra makes him eternal. He can't be trusted at all, he's the demiprince of Loyalties, do well to remember that, mortal." Dagon says that last part to Nysaiah.

"Alright then, you first Dagon." Molag says.

Mehrunes holds a set of hands out to the side and clenches his fists. He takes a deep breath, and some of his orange lightning sparks on his skin. The lighting increases in intensity, then bounces to Nysaiah. She gasps as power hits her like a stone wall. She falls to her knees as the power fills her bones. The lightning slows down then stops.

Nysaiah was on the ground gasping while the Daedric prince seemed unfazed. "Now you go, Molag Bal." The prince of domination steps up to Nysaiah.

Molag Bal does the same but without all the dramatics. He puts one of his claws on Nysaiah's shoulder and she feels his power enter through the points where Molag was touching her. His power didn't seem as overwhelming as Mehrunes Dagon's did.

After she recovers from the influx of power, she stands again. "And thus the champion of Molag Bal and Mehrunes Dagon was created." Molag Bal says in a joking voice.