He woke up caged, not knowing where he was or how he got there. He was disoriented, and confused. He groans and sits up. He crawls to the gate of his cell. "H-hello?" He says weakly.
"Shut up, Dremora!" A mortal yells, but he couldn't see them. It was a masculine voice, and he decides to ignore it.
"W-where am I?" The caged Dremora asks. Once he had crawled the the bars of his cage, he could see a hallways with cells just like his. Something rustles in the cell across from his. Another Daedric face shows through the darkness. This one was a Xivilai. The tall bluish-grey minions of Molag Bal who had Daedric markings on their chest. The Dremora could see the Xivilai's markings faintly glowing.
"On the way to the slaughter, I'm afraid." The Xivilai says in a more feminine Daedric voice. These mortals intend to slay us." Age was sitting against the wall of her cell facing the door.
"Shut up, or you two are next, Xivilai and Dremora!" The masculine mortal yells again. "I won't tell you again!" The mortal peeks into his cage. He looked strong, pale skinned and tall. Probably a Nord, natives of Skyrim, the Dremora thought.
"Deljen, bring in the Dremora that tired to escape. They're ready for him." A feminine voice said. She was obviously a mortal as well. The male mortal, Deljen, disappears from the Dremora's view. A cage unlocks and Deljen walks buy with a Dremora.
"I lied, you're next, Kelpetryize." Deljen says with a nasty smirk as he walks be the Dremora s cell.
"Kelpatryize, is it?" The Xivilai says once Deljen and the female mortal leaves. "I'm afraid we're on our way back to Oblivion, Dremora. These mortals are ruthless. I suppose some of us Daedra deserve it though."
Kelpatryize sits back. "What's your name, Xivilai?" He asks her.
"Halrenai." She says. "Looks like we're next." Halrenai says, and stands up. "These cultists aren't counting on us to kill ourselves." Sure enough, the mortals return. They brought some extra muscle this time. "Knock them out. Well wake them once the ritual is are about to begin." The female mortal from before says. She was a high elf. She worse black and orange robes, and she was the last thing Kelpatryize saw before he was thwacked upside the head with a heavy mace.
Kelpatryize awoke tied dow to an altar next to Halrenai. He starts struggling to break free, but Helrenai shakes her head. They were both gaged so they couldn't speak to each other. Kelpatryize looks to the other side of him. There was another Daedra tied down, this time it was a Dark Seducer, a minion of Sheogorath. Dark skinned with Dark armor that showed lots of skin.
He then takes in his surroundings. The woman in the black and orange robes stands near the altars, and a crowd of mortals on their knees before her. She had a hood on her head to hide her face. "Our lord of fear," She says, and the crowds attention flys straight to her. "Banished Daedra from his realm to give us mortals freedom from Daedra. He has allowed some Daedra to cross over. He claimed they're either summoned by mortals, or there crossing without bad intent, but how do we trust a Daedra will keep us safe from other Daedra, you ask."
She walks by the three altars. "We send them back where they came from, that's what we'll do. We will be Nirn's second line of defense against Daedra. We don't need proof of their treachery to justify why we must send these Daedra back where they came from." She says, and waves a hand to the three Daedra strapped down. "They're all minions of the seventeen daedric princes that have done nothing but deceive us, use us, kill us, and enslave us. They're minions of the very things mortals fear. The minions of the things that represent all mortals fears. Destruction, domination, insanity. These aren't good things."
She pauses and walks over to the dark seducer. "We will make Daedra scared to cross over to Nirn. They will fear us, instead of us fearing them!" The woman pulls out a dagger from her robes. "Tonight, I use the very weapon of Daedric prince to rid Nirn of these foul Daedra. Mehrunes Dagon once said "Draw a line of blood across the land in the name of Mehrunes Dagon". Tonight I will draw a line of blood across the land, but not in the name of Mehrunes Dagon, but in the name of Grygenz Godsbody!" She lifts the dagger above her head, then stabs the dark seducer in the chest. A few moments later, the Daedra's body fades into oblivion.
"You will see that Daedra don't belong here, if you don't see that already. I have gathered you here today to show you that we can stand against the Daedra that remain, and if Purgatory ever fails, we can be the second line of defense. Lord Grygenz will keep us safe, but for how long? Purgatory can fail, and we must be ready if it does. We will ban Daedra warship and Daedric summoning. If someone is caught practicing Daedric magic or worshiping Daedra other then Grygenz, there will be consequences." She says, then sands in front of Kelpetryize.
"We will be the Daedra's end on nirn. This cult is meant to stop them and protect Nirn. Who's with me?!" The crowd yells, but settles down quickly.
The woman turns and stands in front of Kelpetryize. She was beautiful. She was a dark elf with long black hair. "My name is Nysaiah, and I will lead this cult. We will hunt down and kill ant Daedra on Nirn, starting with these ones." Nysaiah lifts Mehrunes' Razor above her head, and plunges it into Kelpetryize's chest.
"We will be the Daedra's End!" That was the last thing Kelpetryize heard before he died and passed back into oblivion. The crowd cheered as Kelpatryize faded away.
End of Book Two
