Fire And Fangs

Chapter 34

Molag waved his hand and Morgan blinked, wondering if he had tricked her somehow. But when she saw that nothing had charged out at her to attack, and she felt no magic holding her down again, she wondered what he had done. And then she saw what was in his hand.

A wicked looking mace, similar in appearance to a daedric mace but it simply reeked of power. She stared at the shimmering telltale signs of magic flowing through the weapon and she simply sat there, admiring the design. The barbed edges would inflict much more damage than a simple mace would, and she had a feeling that the greenish hues that emanated from the weapon was a paralysis enchantment...she had used the enchantment herself a few times.

"Beautiful isn't it? If you had followed my voice, you would have found this weapon Morgan." Molag said, meeting her gaze when she looked at him.

Morgan smirked.

"Rather a fake mace or something not even close to this one."

Molag smirked back.

"I can see that you are not easily fooled Morgan. That is something I admire in a person. Anyway, a rather...foolish idiot came into the house and did the task I set for him. He wanted the mace for himself after I gave it to him. He was mistaken in his desire for power."

Morgan knew what that meant. Whoever this person was, he was no longer alive and was even a 'guest' in Molags realm for trying to cross the Daedric Prince. She had no fear from him now however. In fact, she was beginning to wonder just how much of a boon she would be granted when she completed her task. All she ever wanted was for someone to know how she felt...and Serana was the only person (bar Lydia) who Morgan fully trusted with her life at the present time.

"Take it. It won't bite."

Morgan smiled a little at the dark humour and took the hilt of the mace from Molag Bal and eyes it critically, feeling the balance through her wrist. She was surprised that it was almost like a sword at how balanced it was. Maces were bludgeoning weapons and they generally had very heavy attacking ends and a much lighter hilt. But this one felt like her Dragonbone sword. Perfectly weighted and assuredly deadly in skilled hands.

"The magicka I used to create this allow the wielder to use my Mace as though it were like their favoured weapon. I have watched you for quite some time, and while this may not be able to be swung like a blade, I guarantee that you can use it with deadly effect." Molag said quietly, looking at her as she stood up and swung the Mace around in a few complicated moves, watching every arc with a raised eyebrow.

Vaermina chuckled softly.

"It seems that the Mace has found you more than worthy to wield her Dragonborn."

Morgan looked at her briefly and nodded before meeting Molags gaze once more.

"I doubt I could kill every rabid person out there with this. There are dozens of them, if not hundreds." she said softly, thinking how she could use the Mace in a way that could kill quicker.

Molag and Vaermina laughed loudly and shook their heads at the same time. Vaermina smiled at her.

"We know you are confused about your task. Allow me to simplify it Morgan. Any souls you kill with the Mace will be sent to Molags realm. Every soul he receives will increase your power, magically and otherwise. Any souls killed in any other way, be it by blade, magic, teeth, claws...your legs maybe?..." Vaermina trailed off with a smirk.

Morgan just waited for her to finish. She could take crude jokes at her expense. Besides, she thought that she had nice legs anyway.

"Then those souls will be sent to my realm. And I will increase your powers as well. Think of each kill as a way of gaining our trust." Vaermina finished.