Molag Bol x Male!Reader

1

     As a simple hunter in the city of Markarth that sold wolf pelts and such, you didn't have much of a status. Sure, people who visited the market often enough knew you pretty well, but other than that you're a pretty boring person. 
     Today's been like any other say, except a well armored stranger came through the city and not only saved the life of a woman from a random man about to stab her with a dagger,  but also seemed to argue for a moment with a vigilant of stendarr standing outside of an abandoned house. The armored person eventually left, ignoring the pleas for help of the vigilant as they went away to do who knows what.
     Now, the same vigilant is asking anyone who passes by for help, saying he needs to know what's inside, and whether it's a threat to the city or not.
     "You there! You seem like a strong young man. Please, I beg of you, join me in seeking out the danger within this house."
     You sigh but agree to help, following him in and looking around. The house has fresh food, the vigilant notes, but no one has been seen going in or out. You draw your simple winter's bow and crouch down, attempting to hide yourself from whatever danger may lie around any corner. When the two of you approach a locked door, you hear a husky and demonic voice echo through your head;
     "Weak.... he is weak.... you are strong...."
     It tells you to kill the vigilant to earn a reward, and you feel a shiver go down your spine. God if the voice wasn't so... dare you think it... seductive and sexy. The vigilant waits for you by the door to the house, telling you to leave first as this was no ordinary daedra. You're about to when he cries out and swings out at you with a dagger. You yelp but loose an arrow at him, hitting him in the heart. He falls to the ground, lifeless. You gag and almost puke, but control yourself just in time.
     "Well done mortal... come down to the depths to receive your reward..."
     You sigh but straighten up and head deeper into the house. You open the previously locked door and find a tunnel leading farther down. As you descend, the voice beckons you until you enter an opening that contains an alter and a rusty old mace. You reach for it but are suddenly trapped within a sharp cage.
     "Fool... did you really think I, Molag Bol, the daedric prince of domination, would really reward you so easily? Tell me you pathetic mortal? What do you see?"
     "I-I see a rusty mace" you respond shakily.
     "Yeeess... a mace that was once slick and shiny, covered in the blood of the weak... My enemy, Boethiah, sends a priest here to do these stupid little rituals, but recently, he appears to have gone missing. Find him and bring him to me," as he says this, the spikes around you drop and you're freed from your cage "so that he may perform them one last time."
     You dont have a good feeling about this, but you decide to do it. It sounds.. exciting. Your full life finally has some sort of purpose, and you suppose you might as well fulfill it.
     Exiting the house, you immediately head home, gather your gear and your best weapon, a blade made of the toughest steel, and head out to where Molab Bol said the cultist may be found.