20demayo Chapter 191: Chapter LIV: Blasphemy
Chapter 191: Chapter LIV: Blasphemy
Chapter 191: Chapter LIV: Blasphemy
(Davos' POV, a bit before Reyvin flew away)
My crossbow produces barely any sound as I shoot down yet another idiot fighting to the death for no apparent reason. I reload my weapon with habitual ease, the bolt casings long since being spent forcing me to rely on manual loading, just in time to shoot another chucklefuck trying to backstab Jarl Balgruuf. His Dunmer housecarl seems to notice this and sends me a quick nod before returning to the fight.
I scan across the utter moshpit that the fight had turned into and lazily snipe yet another dumbass that chose not to flee, and then the boss runs back into the courtyard. He seems to be looking at something and my eyes instinctually snap toward his Vampire lover... who had just been run through by a fucking Daedric blade.
'Fuuuuck.' I growl mentally.
And like the world itself was angered by the deed everyone feels a sudden weight press on their shoulders. The feeling of utter dread completely paralyzes me and I can only watch as a massive firestorm forms around my veeery pissed off employer who proceeds to commit an impalement upon Meridia's little puppet that was so utterly perfect I would have clapped if I didn't feel like I would lose my head within that same instant.
No one says a thing as he slowly packs the vampire ash (and thank fuck most people will just believe she got burned to a crisp due to the sword's power), grabs the sword like it is a bloody stick, and then promptly butchers the remaining rebels like they weren't even worthy of being considered ants.
Reyvin flies off on Scorch without even looking at us and the aura of dread slowly leaves with him. I take a breath of relief and thank the Good Daedra for his self-control.
The moment of relief passes and my brain finally catches up with what just happened. I immediately grab Nightshade who had been fighting near me and start dragging her away... only to get interrupted by the ever-immovable Bolgeir who silently points us toward the King.
'Fuck it, at least he might give us some horses.' I quickly rationalize and grunt affirmatively.
The exhausted King Torygg looks at me silently before letting out a tired sigh "What just happened?"
Channeling my best impression of my lord I smirk "Oh that? Just a Daedra enacting bloody vengeance upon my lord and him then proceeding to go do much of the same."
Poor kid blinks "You do realize how ridiculous that sounds?"
'Such sweet innocence' A broken part of myself voices but I quickly shake it away "Are you sure we are talking about the same person?"
He lets out a broken chuckle before shaking his head "I guess I am better off not knowing, just go and make sure he doesn't die, I need all the friends I can get now."
I raise a finger to get his attention but he simply waves me away "Take whatever you need just get going before people start asking questions."
"Thank you." I bow lightly and start moving "Come on then Nightshade, we need to make sure the lord doesn't summon an army of Daedra atop his head."
The supremely confused Falmer looks around dumbly for a moment before wordlessly nodding and falling in behind me.
Great, now I just have to bust my ass riding for three hours.
As we ride out of the gates of Solitude and down the freshly repaired roadway my pitiful magical senses inform me of something happening far off to the northwest. Nightshade's eyes snap in that same direction telling me that it wasn't just my nerves playing tricks on me. We ride around a corner giving us a good view of the distant temple... and the entire thing was turned into a massive light show with tendrils of shadow devouring the sun-like glow coming from within.
"Fuck." Nightshade wisely points out.
"Fuck." I nod in agreement and we ride on as fast as possible.
(Reyvin's POV)
Scorch lands quietly before the entrance to Meridia's temple. A wave of sorrowful nostalgia washes over me as I remember my first time in this place, so very foolish even with all my paranoia...
'She took the risk herself.' The rational part of my mind assures me.
'We should have been more careful!' The wrathful young man shouts.
'You wanted to walk the path of immortality and to stand equal to the very gods, now pay the price.' The old man finally states.
I let out a long sigh, tragedy was something I was always preparing myself for... I just never expected it to happen so early.
Scorch shifts his size into that of a normal hawk and plops down on my shoulder. Even while silent I can clearly feel his rage simmering along my own, finally he asks "We finally gonna burn the traitorous bitch?"
I raise an eyebrow "What has you so motivated?" He was a part of me yes, but he never showed any sign of liking Sybille even a tiny bit.
"She might have been a filthy heathen." Scorch chirps with his usual pomp "But she was our filthy heathen damn it!"
late and I feel complete and utter ecstasy as I permanently rip a part of her power away from
her.
She screams and flinches away from me with fear in her eyes, likely experiencing true pain for the first time in her bloated existence.
I gaze at the metaphysical representation of Meridia's... no, of my sword and feel another energy attempting to detach itself from me. As I am about to investigate the Staff of Magnus pulses with powerful intent and information enters my mind.
I am stunned as it offers me two options.
Send forth the soul of Sybille still clinging to the blade into the true afterlife... or gain the
staff's eternal allegiance.
'Fucking gods and their tests' I scoff derisively and without a hint of hesitation choose to liberate her soul. I feel another tug of power and sense the soul gazing at me curiously... before it is grasped with a power far greater than Meridia's and taken beyond the reach of any
Daedra.
A bittersweet smile worms its way onto my face as I return to reality and look upon my new ,and much changed, sword floating in the air... and Magnus' staff still firmly within my hand.
I unsummon the staff and grasp the blade with my left hand, the moment it touches me I feel
like a part of myself I never knew I had had just returned to me. 'And I just took something like this away from Meridia...'
What once was a double edged broadsword of shining moonstone was now turned into a single edged messer of blackened steel, yet it felt as powerful as its original form.
[The Blade of Blasphemy: A blade once carrying the sun's radiance now usurped by mortal
hands, it shall forever carry the taint of such a deed. Vorpal Blade: The smallest cut becomes grievous injury.
Bane of Undead: A mere touch destroys all but the strongest of undead.
Rule Breaker: No binding survives the strike of this weapon.]
A small part of me wishes to celebrate getting my hands on something this powerful, but
instead I merely shove the sword into my inventory, only now noticing that I was under the open sky and that only a stone platform remained of the ancient temple.
With a huff I sit upon a large rock and light up a cigarette and stare into the distance, silent
tears falling from my eyes.
I do not know how long I sat but a voice brought me back to reality "You... um, you doing okay
there boss?"
I turn around and see Davos and Nightshade looking at me with a mix of worry and awe. I merely nod instead of answering.
Davos shuffles around uncomfortably before finally finding a topic he is willing to try out "Ummm... you might be happy to hear you no longer have the gold bits in your eyes."
I snort humorlessly "Good."
One more win for me bitch.
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