Juvia X Reader

The Homunculus: Wrath

After eight years, eight years of suffering. Of training to prevent it, the release of your inner darkness. Eight years, only for you to lose the battle you had suffered through for so long. Roaring out with all your rage, the mountains of Skyrim trembled in fear, as the skies rained tears for your loss. Now your body became saturated by the darkness, it cloaked you, filled you. Standing you looked at all of the bodies there, settling on the largest one. Reaching out your hand you began to speak in a language long since lost to all, even the Divines themselves. As you spoke the body rose, groaning and howling in pain as it's tortured soul was forced back into the body, your power warping it to feel nothing but a sense of loyalty. Growling again you tightened your fist and watched as the figure turned back into a human, a black haired, black eyed, and pale Imperial. As we hovered you rose your second hand, and from the earth emerged a thin, strong blade, still burning. Grabbing it you handed it to your new thrall. Taking it he looked at you, the rage and hate you filled him with enveloping his features as his left eye turned pure white. As you watched it became an ouroboros tattoo, then he stood. "What is thine bidding, my master." He bowed his head in reverence to you as you spoke, your voice echoing itself with the dark magic filling you. "Go to Solitude, and bring General Tullius to the Throat Of The World. I will be waiting for him. Kill any Imperial solider you see, leave nothing to show your passing except their bloody and broken bodies on the ground, a message of what is coming for Tullius." Standing straight he silently left, your last words on his ears, "Do not fail me."

It was noon the next day as you walked into High Hrothgar once more, having returned after burying your mother in Falkreath. "I'm back." You called, seeing Juvia and the others come down. "Where did you run off to?" Gray demanded, stepping up to you. "After my mother. She never made it to Falkreath. Damned Imperials killed her with a cart full of other innocent civilians. Turns out one was a defector to the Stormcloaks and they wanted to send a message." Pushing past them you trudged to the simple bed that you had chosen, laying in it now. Footsteps your only indicator you had an audience. "(F/N)-san?" Looking over your shoulder you saw Juvia. "What?" You barked harshly, not in the mood to talk. "I wanted to know if there's anything we could do to help you." Sighing you sat up and faced her, the pain of your loss evident in how you moved, sluggish, as if focused on anything but the present. "Tomorrow I'm going to join the Stormcloaks in Windhelm. If you guys want to help, you'll join with me. Arngeir can come with us to explain the situation." Nodding she walked up and hugged you, something you never expected from her. "I'm sorry for your loss (F/N)-san, we all are." You hugged back, grateful for their support.