Juvia X Reader

Soul Of The Warrior: Talos' Chosen

Tullius stood over you, his sword still piercing your chest as you gasped for air. "Bastard. Using an attempt on my friends life to take advantage. I should have known how far you Imperials will stoop to win." You collapsed now, pulling his sword free for him as you fell off the blade. "Now that I decide what happens. I decide you all get to join him in Oblivion." Walking to your friends, he readied his sword only to hear two speak as one. "I'm not finished general." Looking back he saw that you were standing, the wound closing before his very eyes as you grabbed your sword. Now your sword changed, and glowed with power. Now it changed into an Ancient Nordic sword, and you knew just who the soul was that was keeping you alive, the swords name echoing in your mind. "The Sword of Hjalti," you smiled at this, the name one of many for a particular deity. "What in Oblivion are you?" He demanded as he readied his sword. You grinned sadistically and replied, "I am neither man nor ghost, I'm somewhere between them now." You looked at the sword, smiling softly once more. Charging you Tullius lunged, thinking you were distracted and open to another fatal attack. You swung, and shattered his sword. "Fus, Ro Dah." With your shout he was forced into the air, slamming against the stones of the monestary before landing in the snow. Calmly you approached him, and raised the sword over your head. "You've disgraced the Empire I labored for years to build and unite. If you must perish to begin the true reign of my empire then so be it." As the spirit of Tiber Septim spoke through you, you grasped the sword in your other hand and drove it down, into Tullius' heart.

"What the-just who the hell are you?" Gray demanded, having seen the spirit manifest almost like a second skin over your body. "Speak with respect mortal. I am Talos. The god of war in this realm. Or more precisely in this form I am Tiber Septim, the founder of this current Empire." Turning to look at Gray you, no he, continued. "Do not fear. Your friend is alive now, my divinity restored him to life." Now he faded, leaving you there, looking down at his sword. "What the hell? (F/N) what just happened to you?" Gray, the only one lost to this, demanded. "A god possessed him so he could live and kill Tullius to win the duel for Skyrims' fate. It isn't that hard to grasp Gray." You were surprised it was Carter who said this. But at the same time you weren't, after all the man studied the occult for a living. Smiling you sheathed your new sword. "Let's finish this and bring his body back to Solitude. They might be difficult to convince, but it's worth a shot. Picking up his body you sling it over your shoulders, and motioned to the others, "Come on." None of you noticing that Arngeir was speaking with a spirit, one who was familiar with you.