Bond Of Blood

Chapter 38

Serana groaned, shuddering when the world seemed to spin underneath her. The last thing she remembered was...the battle, the arrow flying towards her love. Throwing herself in front of it and feeling the arrow shaft piercing her heart..

Was she dead? After four and a half thousand years of slumber and only a year of being awake, and she finally dies from a simple arrow?

Serana groaned again.

I better figure out where I am...the Void hopefully. If I am in Coldharbour, I am going to be torn apart.

She opened her eyes and rose her eyebrows at the sky above her. It was a myriad of colour, constantly shifting with cloud rapidly moving past as though time was sped up. She then sniffed the air and frowned when she found no scent whatsoever.

"AH! There you are! Do you know how long I have been waiting for you? DO YOU?"

Serana jumped to her feet, and hissed when she found she couldn't summon even a single wisp of flame in her hands. In fact, she found that no spell seemed to work. She narrowed her eyes at the figure that sat at an expansive table before, her, the wooden platform groaning under the weight of cheese and other assorted food that was placed upon it.

"I have been waiting for...well, take a guess!"

Serana was completely nonplussed at the sight of the figure before her. The person that sat there wore a bright outfit, one side a vibrant purple, the other a deep red lined with gold trim. But it was the person's eyes that held her full attention...a strange white with no iris within. She thought it was almost like a draugr.

"WAIT! I want to guess! Eons? No, wait...HOURS! Well, tell me what you think!"

"You have been waiting for me?" Serana asked softly.

"WROOOOOONG! I haven't been waiting at all! Actually, that's a lie, I have been waiting for you. Well, sit down! Eat! Drink!"

She did as instructed, and sat down opposite this strange being...and that was when she felt the same daedric presence that she had felt while in Solitude.

"Sheogorath, at your service! And you...well, I know who you are! Hah! We ALL know who you are! And that Shouty one! What's her name again? Morrigan? Moron?..."

"Morgan," Serana said stiffly, frowning at the mention of her lover being insulted.

"That's it! Hah! I love that one! Yelling at everything, tearing spines out of people! She hasn't skipped with any intestines however..maybe I should ask her to do that. Anyway, welcome my little bloodsucker! It is good to finally meet the one who has my Champion's full attention! That girl really needs a new hobby. Like fishing."

Serana felt a headache coming on.

Then the name struck her fully. Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness.

Fuck.

"Don't worry your pretty little head, Fangs! I brought you here so you can heal! Get better while that arrow is taken out of you with a funny squelch!"

"So...I am not dead?"

"No! Of course you are! You're a vampire aren't you? Ohhhhhhh, you mean dead dead. No, you aren't, you're in between. Like a sandwich!"

Serana thought for a moment but was at a loss for words when a finely dressed man suddenly appeared in a purplish hue of magic. She took in his fine red and black suit and she felt her eyebrows raise.

I need to know where he gets his clothes made.

"Forgive the interruption, My Lord, but it appears that the time has come once again."