"How dare you enter my realm unannounced? Leave, false prince." Grygenz, Ryrenzo and the Gatekeeper Nelamega hear Molag Bal's voice a little bit after they enter his realm of Coldharbour. They ignore him though.
Coldharbour was the opposite of Molag Bal's realm. While the Deadlands were hot and fiery, Coldharbour was cold. Some who come to Coldharbour feel as if they'll never be warm again. Grygenz felt it.
Ryrenzo was a Dremora who could adapt to different environments, so he was unbothered by the unforgiving cold. "Are you ok, my lord?" Ryrenzo asks Grygenz.
"Yes, I'm fine. I just forgot how cold it was here." Grygenz shivers, and they walk on.
"You dare ignore me?!" They hear Molag again. Grygenz holds up his hand to stop Ryrenzo and Nelamega, they all stop.
"I only ignore you because you won't come down here and face me. You'd rather hide behind your Daedra, or is it that you know I'm stronger than you? Perhaps it's both." Grygenz says to antagonize Molag Bal.
"You're a fool to enter MY realm, Grygenz." The prince of domination says back, but a few seconds later, he manifests in front of the small group of outsiders. He was lizard like as always, and carrying his iconic mace.
"So you decide to grace us with your presence,
Molag Bal." Ryrenzo says.
"Yes I have, Dremora." Molag Bal says, annoyed. "What do you want, False Prince."
"I am not a false prince, and we both know it Molag." Grygenz says, and crosses a set of arms. "I'm here for one of your soul Shriven. Hand Audret over and I'll be gone."
"What's in it for me then?" Molag Bal switches his mace over his other hand. His tail moves menacingly.
"What's in it for you... let's see. How about I don't embarrass you in front of all your servants? They wouldn't want to know how weak you really are. Getting beat by the one you call "false prince" would be quite embarrassing." Godsbody says with a cocky smirk.
"You forget we're in my realm, Grygenz. I have servants here. I won't have to fight you myself." Godsbody looks over at Nelamega and nods.
"They can't fight me if they can't see us." Grygenz says, and Molag looks around.
"What did you just do!?" Grygenz laughs.
"I'm the prince of Psych, I can get inside lesser being's heads. My gatekeeper here can make them see what he wants them to see. They only see an empty field." That makes Molag angry. He grips his mace tighter. "As I said, give me Audret, soul intact, and we'll be gone."
"I claimed him fool, he's mine!" Molag shouts.
"I'm the one that killed him, Molag. His death wasn't ordered by you, he didn't sell is soul to you. I have more claim to him then you do. Hand him over, or all your servants will see what I will do to you next." Grygenz says, getting annoyed with the stubborn prince. Molag growls, but keeps his mace lowered.
"Fine. Take the mortal and leave. Once I get my strength back, you'll regret crossing me, false prince." Molag Bal says, and turns away from the intruders.
Grygenz walks the opposite way, and Molags Bal disappears. "Well," says Ryrenzo. "I didn't expect that."
"I'm stronger then molag, it's been proven before I became a Daedric prince. He won't admit it himself. I could beat him one on one any day. He's weak now and probably doesn't want to start a war with me." Grygenz says to the Daedra. "Let's just find Audret and get out of here." They walk on.
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After what felt like ages, Grygenz walks up to a familiar form. Ryrenzo and Nelamega walk slightly behind him. "Audret!" The figure was masculine and doesn't move. "Audret?" Once they approach him, Grygenz lays a hand on his shoulder, but the figure still doesn't move.
Once Grygenz sees the figures face, he looks back at Ryrenzo. "It's him, but he's unresponsive." Ryrenzo nods, and Grygenz looks back at Audret.
Audret stands there staring into nothingness. He has the same facial features and the same body as the Audret Grygenz knew, but there was a lot off. Instead of the dark eyes Audret used to have, his eyes were white and soulless. His skin was pale and he wore rags.
"Audret, are you there?" The figure still doesn't answer.
"He's soul shriven, Fear's Leviathan." Ryrenzo says, putting a hand on Grygenz's shoulder. "Molag Bal took his soul when he died, then forced his soulless body to work."
"Is there away too save him, Ry?" Grygenz turns around and asks.
"Yes, and no. Molag has his soul. Either you kill Molag causing him to lose all his strength and releasing every soul he's captured, and risk losing Audret's soul in the chaos, or you can ask Molag himself, I doubt Molag would be willing to give it back though."
"The Dremora is right, Grygenz. I'm the prince of schemes, and this was all part of my plan." Again, Molag was somewhere in the shadows. That only made Grygenz angry.
"Give Audret's soul back. You have no claim to it!" Grygenz shouts into the air.
"Oh, but I have every claim to it. I am the prince of the enslavement of mortals." Molag Bal says, then materializes in front of them with an army of Daedra at his back.
"We're not here to fight you, Molag. I brought Ryrenzo and Nelamega incase I needed them. If I was here to fight, I'd have an army of Daedra at my back as you currently do. All I want is Audret, soul intact, and I'll be gone." Grygenz says. "We can start a war, it's your choice. Just realize my gatekeepers were created to take down evil, and you are the very definition of evil."
Molag Bal's lizard-like tail twitches angrily. "Fine, false prince. Take the mortal and go." Molag shoots some sort of bluish light out of his hand. The ball of light hits Audret's soul shriven body.
Audret falls, but Ryrenzo catches him before he hits the ground. "Get us out, Nelamega." The Gatekeeper opens a portal. Ryrenzo enters first, and Grygenz looks at Molag. "Thank you. You might be the manifestation of evil, but you're doing a good thing."
"That isn't me being nice. That's me realizing a battle against you doesn't fit into my plans." Molag Bal says, then turns and walks away. Grygenz enters Nelamega's portal.
