ultimatedovahkiin
Now's not the time for fear. That comes later.
Chapter 13 P1: The Final Stand
The Team came through a portal to The Throat of the World, but they were a little late. The battle was well underway by the time they arrived. There were dead daedra bodies and cut off limbs lying all across the battlefield. Weapons, and arrows littered the mountain. There were dead bodies of Vigilants of Stendarr who had come to the mountain to join the battle, there were also Imperial soldiers and city guards. Dead bodies of daedra, Imperials, guards, and Vigilants were all over. The once cod white snow was bathed in a warm deep red. The blood seeped so far down into the snow, you would have to dig a few feet before you could finally find the white. The divines and the daedra were locked in a battle so intense, you could feel the intensity from the base of the mountain. Akatosh and Peryite were doing battle in dragon form in the air, Akastosh would breath fire, and Peryite would breath a sickly green mist that would do poison damage to Akatosh, Stendarr and Talos were both trying to keep Malacath under control. Kynareth was fighting Vaermina, Zenithar was going up against Nocturnal, Julianos and Dibella were going back to back against Mephala and Merida, Arkay vs. Namira, Mara and Clavicus Vile. That left Dagon, H. Mora, Hircine, Boethiah, and Molag Bal. Each prince looked like their usual selves, except H. Mora was instead of a grotesque mass of tentacles, he was a man, made completely of tentalces, he was dark as night, his fingers were long tentacles, and in one of his hands he held his sword, he could extend his arm out more than a normal human, he wore Ebony armor, and had a golden sword in his right hand. When the team arrived they drew their weapons, and got right to fighting. Sheogorath took on Mehrunes Dagon. Fayen drew his bow fired a few shots at Hircine, drew his sword and charged at Hircine. Nerevar went up against Molag Bal. Garnin raised his war hammer, let out a yell, and ran straight at H. Mora. Argon drew his sword and he ran around the battlefield fighting the daedra and assisting others, until, a dark warrior covered in a black misty veil, wearing ebony armor appeared in front of Argon. She raised her golden sword and pointed it at him, issuing a challenge. Argon raised his sword to accept. They both let out a battle-cry and charged at each other. They swung their blades at the same time and they locked. They pulled their blades back and swung at each other's legs, again their blades locked. From the side, locked. Other side, locked. They did this five times, the finally on the fifth lock, when they both swung at each other's chest and the blades locked, they pushed against their blades, trying to break through the lock, stagger the other, and land a couple hits.
"Why don't you just give up Argon?" Boethiah asked while she pushed he blade back against Argon's
"Because, I refuse to go with you daedra." answered Argon
"But they daedra can give you so much more than the divines, we can make your after life a wonderful thing! Besides, you promised." said Boethiah trying to tempt him
"But for every good thing there is a price. Like take my powers for example, they are a good powerful thing, but there is a price, I am supposed to use them to protect Tamriel. Like I am trying now, I am not fighting just to go to Sovngarde, I am fighting to keep Tamriel from falling in this war! You have taken the mortal world, Tamriel, as your battlefield, you do not care how much damage you cause to Tamriel, as long as you get my soul! And that is what I am fighting against!" said Argon, the temptation failing
"But if you came with us, then the war would be over, and we wouldn't be using Tamriel as a battlefield." persuaded Boethiah
"Believe me, I have contemplated that, but then I realized, this war would be over, but a bigger one would happen." said Argon, pushing harder against Boethiah's blade
"What do you mean?" asked Boethiah curiously, she lightened up on her blade
"A civil war between the daedra. If you got my soul, then the daedra would fight over which prince would get my soul and which realm I would stay in. The battle would once again take place on Tamriel, as you would not want to destroy Oblivion. The magnitude of a civil war is disastrous, but one between beings as powerful as the Daedric Princes? That would wipe out whatever might be left of Tamriel if it survives this war." explained Argon
Enraged by this Boethiah removed her sword, Argon stumbled forward as the force of his blade was released. "LIES!" yelled Boethiah as she raised her sword and brought it crashing down. Argon quickly regained his wits and dove out of the way. He landed on his butt, Boethiah was right above him about to attack again, as she swung her sword he kept scooting backward until his back was pinned against part of the mountain, his back was to the part that lead to the very top, he needed to get up there. But not now, it was too dangerous to leave the battle he would have to try to calm it down some more, and besides, he had an enraged powerful Daedric Prince pinning him to the side, about to cut him in half with her blade when she brings it down on him. Boethiah was so enraged that she had threw off her helmet in anger. Her black hair was flowing back in the wind and Argon could see the fire and anger in her malevolent eyes. Her blade was raised high above her head, she brought it down, down, down, then right before it hit Argon and sliced him, he shouted.
"Fus Ro Dah!" Boethiah went flying backwards over the edge of the mountain. She crashed into the village below. Argon knew she would be back soon madder than ever. He had to be fast, he found his sword and was about to pick it up when a daedra stepped on it. He looked at the smirk on the dremora's face. It had it's sword drawn and was about to attack Argon. Argon elbowed the daedra in the face. The dremora stumbled back at grabbed it's broke nose. It removed it's hand and wiped some blood off with it's arm. Argon punched the daedra right in the gut. The daedra brought its sword right across Argon's armor, it didn't even get scratched. The daedra was engulfed in a black mist coming off of the ebony mail, but the daedra fought back no matter how much it was being poisoned. It drew back its sword about the slash Argon again, but he spun around, and was behind the dremora. He grabbed its arm pushed against the dremora with his foot, and he ripped its arm right off, blood spurted out, but the daedra didn't seem to care, with its other hand it drew a dagger. The arm had dropped the sword and Argon didn't want to bend over to get it while a crazy dremora was coming at him with a dagger. Argon used the only weapon he had, the dremora's arm. The dremora charge at him, and he swung the arm. He knocked the dagger out of its had and it flew across the battlefield skewering another dremora in the head and killing it. Argon swung the arm again, and hit the dremora in the head. The daedra got staggered backward, Argon hit him again. It fell over and landed on the ground. Argon hit the daedra with the arm, he hit him again, and again, and again. The armor on the arm tearing through the daedra's armor. He kept hitting the daedra. Finally, he issued one final blow to the head, and the daedra died on impact. Argon now had no doubt about it he WAS related to Sheogorath, he had just beat a dremora to death with its own arm. Argon dropped the arm and walked over to the spot where the sword had been. But it was gone.
There was an imprint in the snow where the sword had just been but no sword, surely he had to be looking in the wrong spot, maybe someone had just kicked it by accident. He looked around, he dug in the snow but he could not find the sword. He needed it so that the shout would work! He kept looking around, then he noticed the shadow standing above him. He looked up and saw his sword. In the hands of Boethiah! She had scratches all over her face, she had one large gash stretching across her right cheek. He hair was now a big mess, and the fire in her eyes was multiplied by ten. "Looking for this?" she asked
"Please Boethiah, I need that, you have no idea how important it is!" said Argon
"You need it so that you can protect yourself and prevent yourself from going to live in Oblivion, I know how important it is. But that's too bad, you should have just come when you had the chance!" Argon decided it was best not to tell her the real purpose of why he needed it, "Yes, you're right I need it to protect myself. Please give it to me." "No, I have grown rather fond of it, I think I shall keep it." Boethiah said
Argon slowly inched closer and closer to the dremora's blade, he could almost touch it now. But Boethiah was angry and she wanted revenge, she was about to stab Argon in the leg to prevent him from moving any more. But right as she was about to, Argon dove towards the sword. He grabbed it stood up and blocked the attack.
Boethiah frowned, "Why fight Argon? I have given you so much, made you my champion, gave you my ebony mail, I even made a new one so that you may keep yours, just come join me in Oblivion, stop resisting."
She was right, she had already done so much, but Argon just couldn't go with her, not with the consequences. "I'm sorry Boethiah, but I must refuse. I will not come with you."
"Here's the thing about you Argon, you don't get it, I wasn't offering." she brought the blade down, but Argon blocked with a nice swift slash from his shoulder.
She swung again and again. Each attack blocked by Argon's expert skill in blocking. He parried and hit Boethiah, she got very mad, she wildly swung at him. She then used a power attack, Argon dodged. But the streak flew out, its magic was multiplied, causing a big giant streak, that knocked half of the combatants off the edge of the mountain, all of the princes and the heroes and divines were safe, but those minor people went flying all across the mountain. Their bodies had been struck so powerfully that they flew all around Tamriel, causing so much more panic, causing so much more, chaos enough chaos to be disastrous. And the result was disastrous indeed. The mountain started rumbling, and so did all of Tamriel, the remaining people on the mountain grabbed on to something, Peryite and Akatosh were knocked out of the sky, Boethiah dropped the sword. Argon quickly picked it up and sheathed it. He then grabbed onto a nearby rock jutting up from the ground like everyone did. Akatosh and Peryite were no longer in dragon form. The giant Dagon was now normal sized and was as big as everyone else. Then right where the time wound was, a hole opened up, not like one in the ground, this one was floating, like a portal, but instead of the magical veil around it that would lead into the other world, there was none, it was an opening, the opening was only on one side but from the back, you could see a red circle, the back of the circle looked like the secret entrance inside the dark brotherhood sanctuary at Dawnstar. Argon could see clearly into the opening, it was a dark red like the sky had become. He could feel the evil and torture inside the opening. He couldn't see the ground inside the opening, the realm it opened up to must have had the hole floating up way high in the sky, but it didn't really matter, because he could see the souls inside of it. The angry, evil, twisted, souls that lay in there. Then a figure emerged from the hole, The figure was a skeleton, wearing robes like a necromancer would wear, the face of the skull was gone, and the rest of the skull was wrapped in bandages. In the robes you could see a hole and in the hole you could see where the heart should be, but the heart was gone, instead you could look right past and see the spine. In his right hand you could see that he was holding his heart, and by his left side he had a sword in its sheath. He put his heart away in the pouch on his right side.
"Finally, the time has come for my release, and the expansion of the Void into the mortal world. I thank you Argon for participating so well." said the figure
"What do you mean? I didn't participate in anything!" said Argon
"Oh but you did, this war? Was caused by me! You think the Daedric Princes really care whether or not the get your soul? No, I have been influencing them, like I influenced you into swearing you soul to them. I then left you alone and allowed you to live your life. I knew this would work, you see Argon, when you worked with the Dark Brotherhood, I influenced you through the whole thing, up to the assassination of the Emperor, throughout your life I was using you to generate enough chaos for my plan, the restoration of the theive's guild? Chaos. The restoration of the Dark Brotherhood and killing of the emperor by your hand? Chaos. I had to use you though, because I knew only a Dragonborn would be strong enough and powerful enough to make it through all those trials, and you did. This war generated the amount of chaos needed to be able to open a hole into the void, and from that hole, I will unleash my armies upon Tamriel and the rest of the mortal realm, and we will take over. It required a significant amount of chaos, because whenever chaos happens it makes a small connection with the void, and the size of the chaos makes the connection bigger or smaller, and this war made a big connection an even bigger one since I was directing the chaos, and I am pure chaos. And when Boethiah sent all of those people flying over Tamriel, that made the last connection I needed. And now, I have opened my hole, and why a hole? Because portals are doorways, not connections, I needed a connection into the void to expand it, if I just wanted to move the void on top of Tamriel, then I would have used a portal. Portals move stuff, Hole can expand until they engulf large areas, which is what this hole will do. So you really should have gone with the daedra. But you didn't and now here I am." said the figure
"You will not get away with this." said Argon
"My dear listener, I already have." said the figure, "And now I just need to get rid of you and the rest of the heroes, the divines, and the daedra." the figure snapped its fingers and they all went flying into the void. Nocturnal was able to grab onto to edge of the hole, and Kynareth grabbed her foot, everyone grabbed each other's feet and were holding on while the void tried sucking them in. The rest of the armies were sucked into the void and turned into slaves of the void. Only the divines, daedra, and heroes were holding on.
"Hold on you guys, don't let go!" yelled Nocturnal she was talking to both the divines and the daedra
"Eh, it'll suck them in eventually, then they will be stored at a layer of the void so deep they cannot escape, come now armies, we have conquering to do." said the figure
"No." said Argon standing up and letting go of the rock
"Argon? How are you resisting the pull of the void? Not possible!" said the figure
"I'm listener of the Dark Brotherhood, I have been trained to resist the void by the Night Mother. You cannot pull me in. And you will not be getting farther than this mountain, I am going to stop you." said Argon "No matter, I will destroy you, then I will claim the mortal realm, I suppose it is best to warm up for the fight that lays ahead, though I probably don't need to." said the figure
"There is no way you will take my world. That is the flaw in your master plan, you didn't count on my resistance." said Argon
"I figured you would be more respectful of me, besides you did kill the emperor in my name. Remember?"
"I remember, but I'm not like that anymore, your influence has run out." said Argon
"I don't need influence to defeat you. You are nothing compared to me, you may have the blood of dragons, and of Akatosh, you may have the soul of a dragon, you may wield a power to rival the sun. Even though you have defeated all these great threats and all that evil, you have never fought one with as much power as me before. I am all of those combined plus more! I AM the void! I AM SITHIS!!!!!"
The Team came through a portal to The Throat of the World, but they were a little late. The battle was well underway by the time they arrived. There were dead daedra bodies and cut off limbs lying all across the battlefield. Weapons, and arrows littered the mountain. There were dead bodies of Vigilants of Stendarr who had come to the mountain to join the battle, there were also Imperial soldiers and city guards. Dead bodies of daedra, Imperials, guards, and Vigilants were all over. The once cod white snow was bathed in a warm deep red. The blood seeped so far down into the snow, you would have to dig a few feet before you could finally find the white. The divines and the daedra were locked in a battle so intense, you could feel the intensity from the base of the mountain. Akatosh and Peryite were doing battle in dragon form in the air, Akastosh would breath fire, and Peryite would breath a sickly green mist that would do poison damage to Akatosh, Stendarr and Talos were both trying to keep Malacath under control. Kynareth was fighting Vaermina, Zenithar was going up against Nocturnal, Julianos and Dibella were going back to back against Mephala and Merida, Arkay vs. Namira, Mara and Clavicus Vile. That left Dagon, H. Mora, Hircine, Boethiah, and Molag Bal. Each prince looked like their usual selves, except H. Mora was instead of a grotesque mass of tentacles, he was a man, made completely of tentalces, he was dark as night, his fingers were long tentacles, and in one of his hands he held his sword, he could extend his arm out more than a normal human, he wore Ebony armor, and had a golden sword in his right hand. When the team arrived they drew their weapons, and got right to fighting. Sheogorath took on Mehrunes Dagon. Fayen drew his bow fired a few shots at Hircine, drew his sword and charged at Hircine. Nerevar went up against Molag Bal. Garnin raised his war hammer, let out a yell, and ran straight at H. Mora. Argon drew his sword and he ran around the battlefield fighting the daedra and assisting others, until, a dark warrior covered in a black misty veil, wearing ebony armor appeared in front of Argon. She raised her golden sword and pointed it at him, issuing a challenge. Argon raised his sword to accept. They both let out a battle-cry and charged at each other. They swung their blades at the same time and they locked. They pulled their blades back and swung at each other's legs, again their blades locked. From the side, locked. Other side, locked. They did this five times, the finally on the fifth lock, when they both swung at each other's chest and the blades locked, they pushed against their blades, trying to break through the lock, stagger the other, and land a couple hits.
"Why don't you just give up Argon?" Boethiah asked while she pushed he blade back against Argon's
"Because, I refuse to go with you daedra." answered Argon
"But they daedra can give you so much more than the divines, we can make your after life a wonderful thing! Besides, you promised." said Boethiah trying to tempt him
"But for every good thing there is a price. Like take my powers for example, they are a good powerful thing, but there is a price, I am supposed to use them to protect Tamriel. Like I am trying now, I am not fighting just to go to Sovngarde, I am fighting to keep Tamriel from falling in this war! You have taken the mortal world, Tamriel, as your battlefield, you do not care how much damage you cause to Tamriel, as long as you get my soul! And that is what I am fighting against!" said Argon, the temptation failing
"But if you came with us, then the war would be over, and we wouldn't be using Tamriel as a battlefield." persuaded Boethiah
"Believe me, I have contemplated that, but then I realized, this war would be over, but a bigger one would happen." said Argon, pushing harder against Boethiah's blade
"What do you mean?" asked Boethiah curiously, she lightened up on her blade
"A civil war between the daedra. If you got my soul, then the daedra would fight over which prince would get my soul and which realm I would stay in. The battle would once again take place on Tamriel, as you would not want to destroy Oblivion. The magnitude of a civil war is disastrous, but one between beings as powerful as the Daedric Princes? That would wipe out whatever might be left of Tamriel if it survives this war." explained Argon
Enraged by this Boethiah removed her sword, Argon stumbled forward as the force of his blade was released. "LIES!" yelled Boethiah as she raised her sword and brought it crashing down. Argon quickly regained his wits and dove out of the way. He landed on his butt, Boethiah was right above him about to attack again, as she swung her sword he kept scooting backward until his back was pinned against part of the mountain, his back was to the part that lead to the very top, he needed to get up there. But not now, it was too dangerous to leave the battle he would have to try to calm it down some more, and besides, he had an enraged powerful Daedric Prince pinning him to the side, about to cut him in half with her blade when she brings it down on him. Boethiah was so enraged that she had threw off her helmet in anger. Her black hair was flowing back in the wind and Argon could see the fire and anger in her malevolent eyes. Her blade was raised high above her head, she brought it down, down, down, then right before it hit Argon and sliced him, he shouted.
"Fus Ro Dah!" Boethiah went flying backwards over the edge of the mountain. She crashed into the village below. Argon knew she would be back soon madder than ever. He had to be fast, he found his sword and was about to pick it up when a daedra stepped on it. He looked at the smirk on the dremora's face. It had it's sword drawn and was about to attack Argon. Argon elbowed the daedra in the face. The dremora stumbled back at grabbed it's broke nose. It removed it's hand and wiped some blood off with it's arm. Argon punched the daedra right in the gut. The daedra brought its sword right across Argon's armor, it didn't even get scratched. The daedra was engulfed in a black mist coming off of the ebony mail, but the daedra fought back no matter how much it was being poisoned. It drew back its sword about the slash Argon again, but he spun around, and was behind the dremora. He grabbed its arm pushed against the dremora with his foot, and he ripped its arm right off, blood spurted out, but the daedra didn't seem to care, with its other hand it drew a dagger. The arm had dropped the sword and Argon didn't want to bend over to get it while a crazy dremora was coming at him with a dagger. Argon used the only weapon he had, the dremora's arm. The dremora charge at him, and he swung the arm. He knocked the dagger out of its had and it flew across the battlefield skewering another dremora in the head and killing it. Argon swung the arm again, and hit the dremora in the head. The daedra got staggered backward, Argon hit him again. It fell over and landed on the ground. Argon hit the daedra with the arm, he hit him again, and again, and again. The armor on the arm tearing through the daedra's armor. He kept hitting the daedra. Finally, he issued one final blow to the head, and the daedra died on impact. Argon now had no doubt about it he WAS related to Sheogorath, he had just beat a dremora to death with its own arm. Argon dropped the arm and walked over to the spot where the sword had been. But it was gone.
There was an imprint in the snow where the sword had just been but no sword, surely he had to be looking in the wrong spot, maybe someone had just kicked it by accident. He looked around, he dug in the snow but he could not find the sword. He needed it so that the shout would work! He kept looking around, then he noticed the shadow standing above him. He looked up and saw his sword. In the hands of Boethiah! She had scratches all over her face, she had one large gash stretching across her right cheek. He hair was now a big mess, and the fire in her eyes was multiplied by ten. "Looking for this?" she asked
"Please Boethiah, I need that, you have no idea how important it is!" said Argon
"You need it so that you can protect yourself and prevent yourself from going to live in Oblivion, I know how important it is. But that's too bad, you should have just come when you had the chance!" Argon decided it was best not to tell her the real purpose of why he needed it, "Yes, you're right I need it to protect myself. Please give it to me." "No, I have grown rather fond of it, I think I shall keep it." Boethiah said
Argon slowly inched closer and closer to the dremora's blade, he could almost touch it now. But Boethiah was angry and she wanted revenge, she was about to stab Argon in the leg to prevent him from moving any more. But right as she was about to, Argon dove towards the sword. He grabbed it stood up and blocked the attack.
Boethiah frowned, "Why fight Argon? I have given you so much, made you my champion, gave you my ebony mail, I even made a new one so that you may keep yours, just come join me in Oblivion, stop resisting."
She was right, she had already done so much, but Argon just couldn't go with her, not with the consequences. "I'm sorry Boethiah, but I must refuse. I will not come with you."
"Here's the thing about you Argon, you don't get it, I wasn't offering." she brought the blade down, but Argon blocked with a nice swift slash from his shoulder.
She swung again and again. Each attack blocked by Argon's expert skill in blocking. He parried and hit Boethiah, she got very mad, she wildly swung at him. She then used a power attack, Argon dodged. But the streak flew out, its magic was multiplied, causing a big giant streak, that knocked half of the combatants off the edge of the mountain, all of the princes and the heroes and divines were safe, but those minor people went flying all across the mountain. Their bodies had been struck so powerfully that they flew all around Tamriel, causing so much more panic, causing so much more, chaos enough chaos to be disastrous. And the result was disastrous indeed. The mountain started rumbling, and so did all of Tamriel, the remaining people on the mountain grabbed on to something, Peryite and Akatosh were knocked out of the sky, Boethiah dropped the sword. Argon quickly picked it up and sheathed it. He then grabbed onto a nearby rock jutting up from the ground like everyone did. Akatosh and Peryite were no longer in dragon form. The giant Dagon was now normal sized and was as big as everyone else. Then right where the time wound was, a hole opened up, not like one in the ground, this one was floating, like a portal, but instead of the magical veil around it that would lead into the other world, there was none, it was an opening, the opening was only on one side but from the back, you could see a red circle, the back of the circle looked like the secret entrance inside the dark brotherhood sanctuary at Dawnstar. Argon could see clearly into the opening, it was a dark red like the sky had become. He could feel the evil and torture inside the opening. He couldn't see the ground inside the opening, the realm it opened up to must have had the hole floating up way high in the sky, but it didn't really matter, because he could see the souls inside of it. The angry, evil, twisted, souls that lay in there. Then a figure emerged from the hole, The figure was a skeleton, wearing robes like a necromancer would wear, the face of the skull was gone, and the rest of the skull was wrapped in bandages. In the robes you could see a hole and in the hole you could see where the heart should be, but the heart was gone, instead you could look right past and see the spine. In his right hand you could see that he was holding his heart, and by his left side he had a sword in its sheath. He put his heart away in the pouch on his right side.
"Finally, the time has come for my release, and the expansion of the Void into the mortal world. I thank you Argon for participating so well." said the figure
"What do you mean? I didn't participate in anything!" said Argon
"Oh but you did, this war? Was caused by me! You think the Daedric Princes really care whether or not the get your soul? No, I have been influencing them, like I influenced you into swearing you soul to them. I then left you alone and allowed you to live your life. I knew this would work, you see Argon, when you worked with the Dark Brotherhood, I influenced you through the whole thing, up to the assassination of the Emperor, throughout your life I was using you to generate enough chaos for my plan, the restoration of the theive's guild? Chaos. The restoration of the Dark Brotherhood and killing of the emperor by your hand? Chaos. I had to use you though, because I knew only a Dragonborn would be strong enough and powerful enough to make it through all those trials, and you did. This war generated the amount of chaos needed to be able to open a hole into the void, and from that hole, I will unleash my armies upon Tamriel and the rest of the mortal realm, and we will take over. It required a significant amount of chaos, because whenever chaos happens it makes a small connection with the void, and the size of the chaos makes the connection bigger or smaller, and this war made a big connection an even bigger one since I was directing the chaos, and I am pure chaos. And when Boethiah sent all of those people flying over Tamriel, that made the last connection I needed. And now, I have opened my hole, and why a hole? Because portals are doorways, not connections, I needed a connection into the void to expand it, if I just wanted to move the void on top of Tamriel, then I would have used a portal. Portals move stuff, Hole can expand until they engulf large areas, which is what this hole will do. So you really should have gone with the daedra. But you didn't and now here I am." said the figure
"You will not get away with this." said Argon
"My dear listener, I already have." said the figure, "And now I just need to get rid of you and the rest of the heroes, the divines, and the daedra." the figure snapped its fingers and they all went flying into the void. Nocturnal was able to grab onto to edge of the hole, and Kynareth grabbed her foot, everyone grabbed each other's feet and were holding on while the void tried sucking them in. The rest of the armies were sucked into the void and turned into slaves of the void. Only the divines, daedra, and heroes were holding on.
"Hold on you guys, don't let go!" yelled Nocturnal she was talking to both the divines and the daedra
"Eh, it'll suck them in eventually, then they will be stored at a layer of the void so deep they cannot escape, come now armies, we have conquering to do." said the figure
"No." said Argon standing up and letting go of the rock
"Argon? How are you resisting the pull of the void? Not possible!" said the figure
"I'm listener of the Dark Brotherhood, I have been trained to resist the void by the Night Mother. You cannot pull me in. And you will not be getting farther than this mountain, I am going to stop you." said Argon "No matter, I will destroy you, then I will claim the mortal realm, I suppose it is best to warm up for the fight that lays ahead, though I probably don't need to." said the figure
"There is no way you will take my world. That is the flaw in your master plan, you didn't count on my resistance." said Argon
"I figured you would be more respectful of me, besides you did kill the emperor in my name. Remember?"
"I remember, but I'm not like that anymore, your influence has run out." said Argon
"I don't need influence to defeat you. You are nothing compared to me, you may have the blood of dragons, and of Akatosh, you may have the soul of a dragon, you may wield a power to rival the sun. Even though you have defeated all these great threats and all that evil, you have never fought one with as much power as me before. I am all of those combined plus more! I AM the void! I AM SITHIS!!!!!"
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