Fire And Fangs

Chapter 33

Morgan sat down in a careful movement, never keeping her eyes off the Daedric Prince. It was the first time she had met a Daedric Prince.

You mean the first time you or anyone else has met one, her mind told her helpfully. That was probably true. She doubted that the god-like figures would meet with a mortal face to face. They didn't seem that bothered with mortals except when they wanted something after all. Morgan had heard stories when she was young about the shrines in Cyrodiil that still remained in some areas of the country, and every story usually ended with something terrible.

She looked at Serana briefly and saw that her vampire companion was also sitting down in a guarded manner. But there was something else. She couldn't figure it out but she knew that Serana was much more uncomfortable than she was at that moment.

"There. That wasn't so difficult was it?" Molags smooth voice jolted her from her musings and she watched him again as he brought the blood filled goblet to his mouth and sipped the liquid within, his eyes never straying from his.

There was a moments silence that was then broken by Molags laughter.

"Anyone else would have become a bloody mess on the floor for meeting my gaze. But then again, there is more to you than meets the eye isn't there Dragonborn?"

"You know nothing about me Lord Bal." Morgan replied softly.

Molag smiled again, but there was no warmth in there whatsoever.

"Really? So I must not know about your husbands death by one of my creations, nor about the rampant sex life you lead with the one sitting right next to you then?" Molag sneered.

Morgan narrowed her eyes.

"You just act like a fucking drunk Nord man." she spat back, a fake smile also on her face.

Molag just raised an eyebrow.

"That is more Sanguines style my dear vampire." he said as he leaned in his chair, still watching her intently.

"What do you want?"

"Ah, straight to business. Good, I was getting fed up of the mindless chatter. But first, do you know that it was I that is responsible for the gift you currently have Morgan?" he said softly.

"I know that you are said to be the father of vampires and that your realm of Oblivion is called Coldharbour. Past that, I don't know anything else." Morgan replied, wondering where the conversation was going.

"Indeed. I created the gift from my own blood and power. Yet I am saddened to see that most of them are just mindless creatures, just like those ogres that Malacath loves so dearly. In fact, there are two types of vampire. Half bloods such as yourself. And then there are the purebloods, like Serana here...and her father of course."

Morgan didn't see Serana shiver, but she felt her hand wrap around hers and squeeze for reassurance. And Morgan responded in kind. She was here for Serana, Daedric Princes or otherwise.

"I never knew there were more than one type." Morgan admitted.

"Not many do. But I digress. You see, Harkon came to me and asked for the gift of immortality. I accepted, but only for a price."

Serana shivered again and Morgan suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. Serana was scared, and she could sense her worry simply by her hand gripping hers in an almost feverish way.

"My price was to be...intimate with Serana and her mother. In return..."

"You fucking...YOL!" Morgan Shouted, a blast of ret hot fire washing over the Daedric Prince. She then made to stand, but felt an invisible force keep her pinned down to her seat, and by the way that Serana was squirming, she knew that she was immobilised as well. The flames cleared, and Molag sat there as though nothing had happened. The only thing that ad changed was that he was smiling widely, despite the handful of ashes in his hand where his goblet had been.