Bond Of Blood

Chapter 29

Morgan shook with fear. She knew that voice. The last time she had heard and met the owner of that voice, she had Shouted at him.

And Shouting at a Daedric Prince was a foolish thing to do but you are stuck with it.

Morgan took the offered daedric blade from the vampire that passed it onto her and swung the blade. She nodded at the fine weapon. It was sharp and well maintained. She couldn't hold it off any longer. She then looked up, into the amused eyes of the Daedric Prince of Domination, Molag Bal himself. He stood at his throne, two young mortal women cowering beside him, red magic chains attaching them to each of his wrists.

She gave a bow, knowing that in his domain, he had more power than before.

"Lord Bal," she said, keeping her head bowed.

"Rise. I bid you welcome, Morgan Aurelius. Welcome to Coldharbour. I am sure you have questions, but first, a test. A test of your skill. I wish to see it in action. SLAVES!"

Morgan raised her head and tried not to jump at Molag's powerful voice. She watched silently as the slaves all grabbed whatever weapons they could from a rack attached to the wall. The vampires and daedra they had been fighting all assembled in the upper floors, looking down on them. A set of thick spiked gates slammed down on the exits, as well as a large red shimmering magical barrier appearing in front of Molag Bal himself.

No way out of this now, I have no choice.

Morgan twirled her blade, fire filling her free hand and she settled into an attack stance, watching the slaves warily. She didn't trust anyone here.

Molag Bal chuckled.

"Good. You know your place well, Dragonborn. You are to kill these pitiful, pathetic wastes of excrement in any way you see fit. When they lie dead, you will gain an audience. If you fall...well, you will have to worry in earnest. BEGIN!"

Morgan hissed and threw herself at the largest slave, a massive Nord with muscles bigger than Farkas. He yelped and staggered back, just as Morgan's blade slashed through the spot where his neck had been a scant second before. She ignored Molag's booming laughter, and concentrated. She was outnumbered twenty to one, and numbers always counted in a fight.

Unless I tip the odds into my favour.

"FUS...RO DAH!"

She grinned a little as she let out her thu'um, glad to know she could still use it. Five slaves slammed into the long spikes surrounding the arena, blood spraying all over the ash that covered the floor.

"Kill her! We need to attack together!"

Dammit. Next target is the smart one.

"Yes! Kill her...if you can! Hahaha!"

Morgan snarled as she backed away from the large group. She could feel that rage within her flaring up again, that desire to kill, to destroy. So she threw her blade to one side and grinned at the slaves, who had stopped and were beginning to chuckle themselves. She risked a quick glance to Molag and saw he was grinning wickedly.

She closed her eyes and let the Dragon free. Bones snapped and re-grew to thrice their size, new bones forming to form wings. Her fangs extended even further, and another set joined them. Talons as sharp as those of a dragon formed on her fingers and toes. An explosion of blood followed, coating the slaves with the viscous liquid.

Morgan emerged in her full Vampire Lord form. She laughed as she began to float in the air, her huge red and black wings beating gently.

"Face your end!" Morgan snarled, blood dripping from her fangs.