D.K.R. Year 4 Gamma Part 5 Doom and Gloom

  • Drujeeta, Serana, Milsha and Tulen exited the cavern with the book and the wolf skulls that surrounded it; Serana and Tulen went

    over to a brown wardrobe and deposited the skulls into it while Drujeeta sat herself in the lord Harkon's throne. Serana passed

    table with four mini bookshelves under it and sat on the end of it. Tulen sat on the floor between Milsha and Serana.

     Drujeeta called her children over, they went over and sat in a half circle with Drujeeta, the Tsaesci and Serana completing the

    circle. When both she and Drujeeta were satisfied, Serana nodded, signaling it was okay for Drujeeta to open the book.

     

    Drujeeta opened the book and began reading aloud, 

    "Long ago, before Mundus existed, there was darkness, out of the darkness came the E'ta, benevolent beings charged with watching

    over the peoples of Mundus, the aedra and daedra were combined to form this race of beings. One daedra, however, Molag Bal,

    wanted his own race of beings seperate from the Et'a. This race, he surmized, would be greater than the E'ta and as such would not

    have to abide by the law of the aedra. Akatosh recieved word of this betrayal and cast Molag out of aetherius into the fiery realm of

    Oblivion, Bal told his former father Akatosh that he would create a race of blood sucking demons despite Akatosh's warnings."

     

    There was silence except for the crackling of the nearby fire that burned in the hearth. Drujeeta continued reading,

    "Molag Bal prided himself on the race of pure-blooded vampires he created until one day on the island of Alinor, an aldmer, the

    ancestors of the more well known altmer married a Argonian follower of Hircine. Fearing the impure union would further taint his

    vampires, he ordered the silver hand to dispose of his servant who has gone against the prince's wishes. 

     

    "A silver hand member, a nord warrior that had unfortunately contracted the curse of Hircine tried to rebel against the silver hand

    saying wwhat they were doing was wrong. They killed the Aldmer as instructed by Molag Bal. After this, they killed Faolchu

    for betraying them."

     

    Milsha yawned and curled up on the stone floor, Serana got up and found a fur lying against the far wall and covered her up in

    it. She then resumed her position so Drujeeta could finish her tale.

    "Erm... sorry, but, there is no mention of the eradication of werewolves." She shrugged, looking apologetically at her children and

    Serana.

     

    Drujeeta screamed as she turned to the last page and then screwed her face up,

    "Who in Oblivion? Serena, Milsha, Tulen, have you any idea who this is because I haven't the foggiest."

     

    Serana, Quinchal and her kids stood up and walked over to the book which was still open to the last page and saw why Drujeeta

    became so scared. On the last page was a picture of khajiit with fur black as night and eyes red as crimson nirnroot. Below the

    picture of the doomstrider, she read that The doomstrider was Molag Bal's most trustworthy servant and vows to eradicate

    werewolves from Tamriel to appease his lord and help purify the bloodline once more.

     

    Tulen shot his head around with a questioning look on his face and shrugged,

    "That sounds horrible, why do all conflicts start with a conflicted ancestral wedding?"

     

    Drujeeta shrugged,

    "I... dunno." She sad, uncertain 

     

    Suddenly, the black liquid came pouring from the Doomstrider's eyes and mouth. Once it finished flowing from the book, it aolidified into a

    khajiit with red eyes.Drujeeta looked on shocked as the khajiit that looked just like the face in the book stood feet from her. The

    Doomstrider smirked and strode over to where Drujeeta stood. 

     

    It melted before Drujeeta's eyes, flowed over Drujeeta's robes, covered them in a thick, black substance. The shadowy form entered

    into Drujeeta's mouth, once inside, it had full control of Drujeeta's body. Her amber eyes took on more of a reddish color. Drujeeta

    spoke in a voice unknown to her.

     

    The thing inside Drujeeta spoke,

    "Sorry for this lizard, but I have a message to convey."

     

    It looked around the room and spotted Serana,

    "Ah, Serana, what a pleasant surprise. It is nice to be free of that book." The thing inside Drujeeta flexed it's limbs.

     

    Serana looked shocked, looking at the 'Argonia' both confused and angry,

    "What? Who are you? Where did you come from? What do you want?"

     

    Drujeeta walked over to the vampriess, shaking her head,

    "Poor deluded girl, I hid in that book," the Argonian waved a hand towards the book on the ground, "until I gained enough strength to

    return to Mundus and seek out a vessel foolish enough that will blindly follow out my lord's request without question.

     

    The Doomstrider smiled as he took a deep breath; looking shocked,

    "Serana, my master told me all about you," the Argonian removed her hand for the vampiress' chin, "You see, you and I were made as

    creatures of the night."

     

    Serana stood up forcibly and yelled at him,

    "What is your name? I asked you for your name, dammit!" Her whole body shook with how angry she was.

     

    The Argonian strode over, knelt down, causing her psiijic robes to flutter in what faint breeze there was, and whispered,

    "Serana, my proper name is... well, it's not important, you can just call me... the Doomstrider." The thing inside the reptilian shell

    grinned.

     

    Serana screwed her face up in disgust, reading the Doomstrider as if he were an open book,

    "So Doomstrider, you are tasked with purifying the bloodline, is that it?"

     

    Drujeeta circled around the vampiress,

    "You know me quite well, ccongratulations." It said, smiling, "what you may not know is one of Hircine's filthy hounds besmirched

    my master's good name."

     

    Serana grinned slyly. Gesturing to the book while glaring angrily at 'Drujeeta',

    "I did some reading from that book you came out of and it told me the whole story. Know this, however: You will never get away

    with this,."

     

    The thing in Drujeeta laughed a cold, merciless laugh,

    "Me? Never get away with it? Foolish vampire, I am starting to think you are losing faith in your master. After all, his plan is quite

    beneficial for your kind. I mean, you've always wanted to rid Tamriel of those flea-ridden dogs, did you not?"

     

    Serana gasped and looked stupidly at the thing inhabiting the argonian,

    "Why would you think I want that? All vampires are descended from the Aldmer vampire, meaning her children, 'pure' and normal

    vampires alike now have vampire and lycanthrope blood running through their veins as I do."

     

    The Doomstrider smiled; as though his was pround of himself,

    "I want to help Molag Bal retain his purity, you stupid vampire." He said, his temper rising steadily

     

    Serana stood up and advancing on the evil spirit, brandishing a long finger,

    "Yet you forget that since we vampires now have mixed blood, ridding us of every single lycanthrope will mean killing us off as well."

     

    The Doomstrider snarled at Serana's impetince,

    "I am only here to facilitate the eradication of the werewolf menace, that is it! Once that is done, my lord will reward me greatly."

     

    Serana shook her head, in sheer disbelief of how anyone can be so blind in their hatred for a particular group that they are risking

    extiction of another group as well,

    "You monster, you will never complete your task. As I said, killing the lycanthropes will kill us vampires as well, don't you listen?" 

     

    The Doomstrider looked down the argonian's snout at Serana,

    "It doesn't matter, my lord will reward me handsomely no matter what the outcome." The Argonia smiled, "Vampires and wereolves

    are beneath me, I only exist to serve my lord."

     

    Serana began to piece this together in her mind,

    "Why can't 'your master' come down and sort it himself then?" She asked

     

    He grinned at the vampiress and then shrugged,

    "I grow tired of your questions vampire, he is busy with other things."

     

    He lifted the Argonian's snout to the air and sniffed. He could smell wet dog on the air,

    "Molag Bal wants me to rid this plane of werewolves." He said, twisting the Argonian's face into a mask of delight, "So what better

    place to start than right here?"

     

    With that said, he phazed out of the female argonian's body and materialized into a khajiit with red eyes. Drujeeta's kids were forced

    to look on in horror as the khajiit burned her body with purplish-black fire.

     

    Their mom screamed in agony as the flames enveloped her, channeling her soul into a gem black as night is the grinning khajiit's

    outstrenched claw. Her body, now nothing more than a charred skeleton, fell to the floor; it turned to ash upon hitting the tiled floor.

     

    "NO!" Tulen rushed towards the black khajiit with her ebony dagger ready for the kill. the khajiit saw this and conjured the same

    purple fire and flung it at the Argonian. The blast hit Tulen square in the chest and sent him flying backward into a bookshelf which

    exploded upon impact.

     

    The khajiit sneered at the Argonian,

    "Very impressive but also foolish, thinking you could kill me with that little butterknife. Don't make me laugh, My master is a god,

    how do you expect to kill a god? As a matter of fact, how can you kill me? I will see his work done and there is nothing you can do to

    stop me."

     

    Tulen smirked and tilted his head toward the silver sword he wielded,

    "Oh really?" He teased as he brandished the sword in front of the khajiit, "Would you like to make a bet?"

     

    The khajiit grinned at the Argonian, as if daring him to make a move. The Tsaesci thrusted his sword into the khajiiit's chest. As the

    blade arced through the air, however, he turned into black smoke.

     

    The Doomstrider laughed at the dumbstruck Argonian,

    "Hahahaha, do you really believe you can kill me with that? I am far beyond your skill."

     

    The smoke flew to where Serana stood. The smoke reformed into the black khajiit whose hands lit up with purple flames. Serana felt a

    burning pain in her chest as her spirit was burnt away. No one come to help as she screamed while her soul was slowly siphoned

    away. Her strangled scream could not save her from a bloody demise. Tulen was speechless as he heard the vampiress's screams for

    help went silent as her body turned to ash. The khajiit tossed the burnt corpse aside as if it were a ragdoll.

     

    The Doomstrider smirked as he strode away from her blackened corpse,

    "Well, it is time for me to depart, so many lycanthropes to find and burn."

     

    With that, he turned into a black wisp of smoke and slid between the crack in the ceiling, leaving Serana''s body to lay broken on the

    castle floor, Drujeeta's children did not see this macabre act as they were still huddled around their mother's corpse, wondering if

    she did indeed make it to the hunting grounds or if Molag Bal claimed her to spend an eternity in the pits of Coldharbour.

     

    Tulen scrambled out of the pile of wood strewn about the floor and looked around the study in horror as a very macabre scene met

    his eyes; bones were everywhere, furniture was either broken in half or scorched so badly that it was impossible to discern what they

    had been before. He looked back at the bookshelf he had hit and saw the pieces of the once proud bookshelf lay strewn across the

    floor. He got groggily to his feet and glanced a book with a chinese dragon on the cover in the midst of the rubble. 

     

    He opened it, read it and gasped; all of a sudden, blue symbols shimmered before him. The symbols started dancing around the

    bewildered Argonian; Within seconds, he was gone.