*Somehow I managed to finish chapter 2... Lol... Hopefully some people are enjoying reading this garbage. Also, I'm not that familiar with the lore so if I get stuff wrong... Just pretend I'm Michael Bay, and enjoy the explosions.
The Dead Crusade
Written by Warper
Chapter 2
“Lord Balamur. The patrols we sent haven’t arrived.”
Balamur looked down from his seat to find one of his vampire fledglings reporting back to him.
“How long has it been?” he asked.
“They were supposed to return at least ten minutes prior to the first phase of the ritual. Ten minutes has already passed my lord.”
Balamur frowned. “Could they have been killed?”
The fledgling was hesitant. “It is not impossible… Yet it is highly improbable. They are very capable fighters.”
Balamur snapped his fingers, and a human cattle mindlessly towards him. He immediately tore the human’s neck off, and drank the blood out of her. Although it was easy to feed off of humans without killing them, Balamur enjoyed being excessive.
He then wiped his face with a white cloth and spoke:
“Send three more guards to investigate, and go and start the ritual immediately.”
“Yes my lord.”
Balamur rose from his stone throne, and marched towards the end of the hallway, to where it lay. He too, was surprised at what they had found. And even further surprised at what could be done with it. One of his minions, a high elf vampire showed him what it was, and ever since then, their focus was on harnessing its powers.
Balamur smiled as he reached the room where it was contained. He opened the door to find the high elf vampire examining it.
“Is everything ready?” He asked.
“Almost. I just need to focus on the finishing touches… This is very delicate magic you see.” He replied, without looking up.
Balamur took a moment to stare at the object. His eyes grew mesmerized at the power.
“Come to think of it, I never did ask your name.” He said to the high elf vampire.
This time, he looked up.
“I had many names throughout the ages. I’ve come to learn that names are not important. Call me what you will.”
Balamur smiled. ‘An arcane expert and a philosopher? Since when did I have an underling like him?’ He thought.
“Throughout the ages meaning you’ve been a vampire for a long time, I take it?” he asked.
“Correct.” He replied.
“I was there when Baar Du was halted near Morrowind, and was there when it ultimately fell as well. I stood at the gates of Oblivion, where I faced the horrors of Mehrunes Dagon. And now my journeys took me here, to this cave in Skyrim.”
Balamur laughed. “You were there for not one, but two of the great events that were marked in history and legends? My friend, I do not think even vampirism keeps one immortal.”
The high elf nodded, and replied:
“You are quite right. Vampirism is but a delay… To live on borrowed time… And the Daedra collect that debt.”
He then smashed the object with a hammer, causing it to hum with power.
“It is ready.” He said.
The vampire then took the object and began carrying it to the ritual room.
“Wait! You still haven’t told me your name, friend!” Balamur shouted back at him.
The vampire stopped in his tracks and turned to him.
“Call me Vivec.” He replied, and began walking back to the ritual room.
‘Vivec?’ Balamur thought. His brain snapped as he remembered who he was. ‘A dark elf god of some sorts… What a joke.’
“And who proclaimed you god!?” Balamur shouted back.
He didn’t expect an answer, so Balamur walked back to his throne to prepare for his part in the ritual.
In the hallway, the high elf ‘Vivec’ whispered: “The world.”
To be continued
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