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JASH
"I came to your side the moment I could." Serena said as I drank a bottle of Nord Mead.
We were both seated at the dining room table with the scent of freshly backed apple pie wafting through the air. The pie was cooling down in the kitchen which was in the same room. It had taken me a few hours to calm down enough and so baking had been a good way to spend the time.
I had also changed into some noble's clothing. On the road he had looked at me funny, said something demeaning, or one of a thousand slights. So I had killed him. It was justified as on the road the wildest of one's natures must be let loose.
"When Odahviing landed close by we discussed what should be done with you." Serena continued. "I didn't want you to die but I knew how violating being turned would be for you. I know how you yearn to be joined with Hircine in death."
"At least I'm not bound to Molag Bal." I joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"No, you aren't."
"And Odahviing?"
"He wanted to save you no matter the cost."
Odahviing had become a good friend and ally after Alduin's death. I hadn't expected to ever form such a strong bound with a dragon. Especially as the winged creatures valued strength over friendship most of the time.
"And this entity?" I asked.
"Odahviing called it Zii." Serena answered. "He said Zii was a part of you and so was able to pass judgment on your fate."
"You believed him?"
"It was strange to watch the dragon conversing with someone I couldn't see. But I believed him. If he could find a way to have you killed and get the souls inside of you while keeping his conscience clean, he would have."
"But he didn't."
"No."
I finished the bottle of Nord Mead and put it down gently on the table. Serena looked at me as if she expected guidance.
"I need to meditate, egg-sister." I said as I got up. "It is ours to thank you for trying to save us. You couldn't have guessed what biting me would do. No one could."
I walked out of the room and found my feet taking me to the guest room. I should have made the room into something else as I didn't tend to have any visitors at Bloodchill Manor. The way to get here wasn't easy which also meant there weren't lost travelers wandering by. The two small beds were good for children but I had never wanted any. Not after...in any case I never had children so the room was better for my companions or guests.
The room had a fireplace that currently didn't have any chairs in front of it. Which made it a perfect place to meditate. So I sat down and crossed my legs.
It took some time to clear my mind. My body had been changed and my soul altered beyond repair. Now there wasn't even Scouts-Many-Marshes to turn to. He had always been able to be calm even in the center of a raging storm.
"Naal Dii Sil!" I Shouted the moment my mind felt calm.
I shut my eyes as the bright light enveloped me and washed away any place for me to hide. All of me was exposed to myself. The parts that I cherished and the parts I tried to hide were known to me. Nothing could escape my gaze now as there was no darkness any shadows could hide in.
Talos was a warning for me. I dismissed the possibility of becoming High King of Skyrim not only for the sake of my freedom, but because I wanted to avoid my fate. A fate determined by me being a Dovahkiin.
Yet the greed for power wasn't something I wanted to avoid. If not for the Shout that part of myself could have hidden in the dark. Now, though, it was a harsh fact I couldn't escape. I couldn't run from the fact that I yearned for the power of the Divines. No, I still needed to be close to Hircine which meant the power of a Daedric Prince was perfect for me.
Now that I knew the true extent of my emotions, I could control them. I would use the fear to make sure my actions as a Daedric Prince didn't get the better of me. I would then use my greed to make sure my new claim would never wither away into nothing. From my knowledge of other Daedric Princes, I knew they weren't exactly friendly with each other.
When I opened my eyes I saw a shadowy figure by the fireplace. At first I thought it just one of the flickering shadows caused by the flames. But that couldn't be because this shadow was too solid. This must be the one Odahviing had called Zii.
I stood up and focused intently on Zii. As my focus increased and my mind relaxed, he took on a mortal shape. The outline of a man became hard and more defined to the point his identity was clearly shown. He was a man but not one of the races I was familiar with. He could have been a Nord but there was something off that I couldn't put a claw on.
This strange man was wearing clothing that weren't made of a material I was familiar with. Maybe Taarie and Endarie could have figured out what materials Zii had on him if they were here. There were three letters on the man's jacket that must have stood for something. He must work for whatever the FBI was.
The cautious smile on his face, his lips battling with themselves to stay neutral, looked unnatural. It was as if a cliff was smiling at me. As just like a cliff, any expression was a foreign concept. Yet he was so happy for me to see him that his exterior was breaking apart.
After I took in everything else about the man, the By My Soul Shout alerted me to shameful truths. The first was that my husband hadn't yet been buried. The second was that with every second I looked at this man I became more aroused. The final truth was that any guilt about my arousal wouldn't stop me from ******* this man. With the hardness visible in his pants I knew he wouldn't forgo ******* me.
"You've been here all this time." I said and he answered with a curt nod. "So you know who I am. But I have no idea who you are."
"Alex Casey." Alex answered and I was taken away by his voice.
He sounded as if kindness and happiness weren't normal for him. Or else how could such a joyful emotion be dimmed? For some strange reason that made me want him more. Not in the way flesh yearned for flesh but in the way soul yearned for soul. Just like with Scouts-Many-Marshes, I had looked at him and no longer desired any flesh but his.
"I didn't think you could see me." Alex said and I heard his breathing increase when I took a step towards him. "You're just part of a dream of some stupid game."
"If I'm just part of a dream, why do you care so much?" I asked and ran my fingers through his hair.
Alex thought this was just a dream but his body was responding to me like we were both very real. He had felt sad enough about me nearly passing that he had done what he could to save me. Why would someone care so much for something not real?
If he thought Nirn was a game then it must mean he was from somewhere else. Somewhere that told Nirn's history like a child's story. I had fallen quickly and completely for someone that was far beyond my reach. Even as a Daedric Prince reaching Alex's true body would take a lot of effort.
I had fallen for Alex much too quickly. He had also been allowed into my mind which couldn't happen by chance as the man was too distant. It only made sense that our bound had been formed over endless lifetimes. For some reason we had become so entangled that we always sought each other out and couldn't be sated until we found each other.
Would this be the final time we had to make this journey?
I tilted Alex's head up and leaned down to kiss him. His five foot five inches frame looked tiny next to my large height. When our lips met and parted for a moment before viciously meeting each other again, I was lost. I was found.
It wasn't long before our bodies were twisting, turning, and crying out from the pleasures of the flesh. I took from him what I wanted and he enjoyed every second of it. He was a strong dryskin, but his desire for me allowed him to lower his guard completely.
After we finished, I noticed him starting to fade. No! This wasn't fair! I couldn't lose all of my heart!
"I will find you, Alex!" I cried as he faded into nothing. "I will find you again!"
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