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Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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3,154
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2
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Karma
Chapter 4- Karma.
“Bal…”
“………………..”
“Oi! Bal!!”
“……………….”
“BAL!!!”
Molag Bal growled at him. “WHAT!?”
Sheogorath smiled innocently. “You still mad at me?”
The prince of corruption scowled. “I’m still trying to get the taste of her nasty blood out of my mouth. Yes. I’m still mad at you…”
“aw….Cheer up Bal! I know who were going to mess with next.”
Molag Bal sighed. “Oh really?”
“Yes, really.” He paused for dramatic affect. “Mora.”
Molag Bal lifted a fine eyebrow. “Why? He never does anything interesting. Just sits in front of that glowing screen all day, talking to himself.”
“Just come with me Bal. Please?” Sheogorath tried to give him a sad look but it just ended up looking creepy. It was a long couple of awkward seconds. Molag bal was sitting down, so he tried to lean back to get away from Sheogorath’s stare. However, every time he moved backward, Sheogorath moved forwards.
He finally snapped. “Sheo….”
“Yes Bal?”
“…Stop looking at me like that. It feels like you want to molest me or something.”
“Will you go with me?”
“Will you stop starring at me like that?”
“Only if you go with me.”
“Fine…”
Sheogorath backed off instantly. “WEEEE!!!! Horary!!!”
Molag Bal shook his head and stood up. For the god of madness, he sure knew how to get people to do what he wanted. Maybe manipulation should be added under his titles.
Sheogorath grabbed Molag Bal by the arm.
“Ta! Let’s go Bal! To Apocrypha!”
When they arrived, they saw what looked like just a large library. There were cases full of books. It seamed to stretch on forever. At a small table, a couple of meters down sat Hermaeus Mora.
He was an ugly thing. His body was always shifting as if he was filled with sea water. He had two crab pinchers under his regular arms that were snapping a bit. He always trailed green goo wherever he went. There was some pooled under the chair he was sitting in now. He had six eyes, all of which were glued to that glowing screen, while he clicked away at the mouse furiously.
Molag Bal didn’t know why they were going to mess with Mora. He had no problem with Mora. They never talked and hardly ever saw each other. That was mainly because Mora was always here, sitting at that table, playing that stupid game…Molag Bal believed he heard someone call it World of War craft. Mora had also received brownie points from Molag Bal without knowing it. He was walking around and Meridia had slipped and fell into his green ooze.
“Hey Bal..” Sheogorath spoke low and gave Molag Bal’s arm a tug.
“Yea?”
“I feel like a pimp right now.”
Molag Bal blinked. “What?”
“I have the cane, the charm and a hooker on my arm. …Ta. That rhymed.”
Molag Bal blinked. It took him a moment to figure out that Sheogorath was still holding onto his arm.
“Are you calling me a hooker?”
“Shh…” He spoke butting a finger up to his lips. “We’ll talk later, you crazy hooker. Lets mess with Mora now.” He let go of Molag Bal and tiptoed over to the bookcase closest to Mora. Silently and carefully, he moved the closest two books and switched them around. Then tiptoed back to Molag Bal with a big smile on his face. They both teleported back to the main hall instantly.
“That was it?” Molag Bal asked annoyed. “All you did was switch a book around.”
“Yes. Mora is crazy though. He’ll go insane when he finds out something has been replaced and tear the hole thing apart looking to fix it.”
“That’s harsh…but enjoyable.” Molag Bal smiled and chuckled.
“Ta! You laughed! I’m off the hook! I’m forgiven for my previous actions!”
Molag Bal rolled his eyes. No use in arguing about it.
Suddenly the hairs on the back of Molag Bal’s neck stood on end. They were being watched…and he knew who it was…
“NEMISIS!!!!!” Boethiah screeched jumping out with Goldbrand at hand. He lunged at Molag Bal screaming. Molag Bal sighed and cursed under his breath before sidestepping and sticking out his tail. Boethiah yelped as Molag Bal’s tail tripped him and he landed face first on the floor.
Sheogorath immediately erupted into laughter. Boethiah got up in a hurry, his cheeks beat red in embarrassment.
“Why do you do that every time you see me?” Molag Bal asked, not amused. “It’s getting old and predicable.”
Boethiah scowled and pointed an accusing finger at Molag Bal. “You! You, who tries to corrupt the Dunmer with your evil seed!”
Molag Bal wasn’t sure if it was a statement or a question, so he lifted an eyebrow and blinked. “Um…Yes?”
Boethiah stuck his finger closer to Molag Bal’s face. “You! The father of a population of mutant degenerates, made with a member of the Tribunal!”
Molag Bal twitched. “Yes?”
“You! Who corrupts-“
“Get your finger out of my face before I bite it off!” Molag Bal yelled, interrupting him. “Your voice pisses me off.”
Boethiah turned red again. “Have some respect! I am a Anticipation.”
“Wooptie doo!” Sheogorath couldn’t be quite any longer. “A traitor, more like it.”
“TRAITOR!? If anyone is a traitor it’s the prince of corruption! He-“
CRACK!!! Came the noise of Molag Bal’s mace connecting with Boethiah’s skull.
Molag Bal pulled his mace free from the unconscious form and sighed. “Let’s bail before he wakes up.”
“Agreed! Tally ho!!!”
They went to the far end of the main hall where everyone was. When Boethiah woke up, he’d be less likely to cause a scene there. He was very prideful and probably wouldn’t want to admit being knocked out by Molag Bal.
Molag Bal parked himself on the sofa he had been sitting on only yesterday. Sheogorath took the seat next to him. The main hall was full of other princes.
Hircine was on the other side of Molag Bal, sporting that retarded Halloween deer mask. Meridia, much to Molag Bal’s distain, had grown her lip back and was cheerfully helping Azura put gift boxes under that ugly pink tree. The other Daedra who occupied the room, didn’t hold Molag Bal’s attention too much, so he turned to Hircine.
“So…How’s the hunt?” Molag Bal started.
Hircine looked over curiously. “Excuse me?”
“You know…The hunt. You’re a great hunter, right?”
If Hircine had a face under that crazy mask, Molag Bal was sure he’d be blushing. Sheogorath leaned over to listen to the conversation.
“Well…yes. Yes. I am a great hunter. The greatest hunter.”
Molag Bal grinned charmingly and he saw Hircine squirm a bit. Excellent... (Insert evil laughter here.) Molag Bal scooted a bit closer so their thighs would touch. “I’m a pretty good hunter myself.”
“O-oh really-y?” Hircine tried to keep his voice from cracking. Molag Bal may be the prince of rape, but he could also seduce. He was damn good at it too.
Sheogorath tried to muffle his laughter. He had a feeling that he knew what Molag Bal was up to.
“Yes...” Molag Bal purred. “I’ve caught any prey I’ve ever wanted. So let’s start a challenge shall we? An innocent one…. to see who, is the better hunter.” He could smell Hircine begin to sweat. Aw…He was like a nerd who gets confronted by the girl he likes. He turns into a stumbling, awkward mess.
“o-o-okay.”
“Good!” Molag Bal clapped his hands together. “Pick a prey.”
Hircine thought for a moment. “The unicorn…”
“Okay! I’ve picked mine. When I say go, the first one to catch their pray, wins. Agreed?”
“Um….What is your prey?”
Molag Bal grinned handsomely and leaned in close. “If You’re a good a hunter as you say you are, you won’t mind not knowing what my prey is.”
Hircine looked like he’d pass out at any moment because of there closeness. “Alright.”
“Okay. Ready…set…GO!”
Before Hircine could even move, Molag Bal pounced on him, sending them both to the floor. Sheogorath starting clapping and laughing.
“Jolly good show, Bal!”
Molag Bal grinned down at his ‘prey’. “I win.”
“Molag Bal! Get off of him!” Azura commanded.
Molag Bal scowled up at her. “Party pooper.” He climbed off Hircine and sat cross-legged on the sofa again.
Hircine scrambled up and shook briefly in place. “I-I’ll be back!” He teleported away quickly.
“Ten hundred gold pieces say that he’s going to masturbate somewhere!” Sanguine spoke, slamming the money down on the table.
“You’re money can talk?!” Sheogorath blinked in awe. “I want talking money…No, never mind. It would never shut up I’m sure.”
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Boethiah awoke in rage. How dare he!? HOW DARE HE?! That bastard Molag Bal and his idiotic brother Sheogorath! He had to do something to get back at them…Mainly Molag Bal…
A scream cut him off. It seamed to come from Mora’s plane of oblivion. He teleported there quickly and saw Mora throwing books everywhere.
“Hermaeus. What is wrong?”
“Sheogorath!!!” He screamed. “He messed with my books! Something is out-of-order!!!”
Boethiah walked over and saw that only two books had been switched. He put them back in place and Mora stopped throwing stuff.
“It feels fixed now…”
“He only switched two books.” Boethiah explained.
Mora sighed and looked around at the destroyed room. “I guess….I’ll clean this up then….troublemakers…”
An idea struck Boethiah suddenly. He grinned evilly. “Mora?”
“Yes?”
“You know everything there is to know about Nirn right?”
“Correct.”
“How’d you like to get back at Sheogorath by taking away his partner in crime?”
“………. I’m listening.”
“Excellent…”
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Molag Bal sighed. Today was that stupid Christmas day. He was sure Azura and Meridia were going to try and pass out presents again like they did last year. No one even really wanted to take part in it, but Azura was persistent. She made everyone come. Except Mehrunes. She figured the holiday would be better without him.
So Molag Bal was seated among his fellow Daedra, being pissed off and miserable while Azura and Meridia hummed happily while passing out gifts.
When everyone had opened their gifts and were about to leave, Boethiah cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention.
“Everyone! I’d like to announce that from this day forward, I shall have an assistant to help me with my duties and-“
“HA!” Sheogorath interrupted. “You said duty!”
That caused drunken’ snorts from Sanguine’s direction.
Boethiah scowled. “May I continue?”
“Yes, go ahead.” Azura answered, throwing Sheogorath a dark look.
He cleared his throat again. “Yes, anyway… I would like you all to meet my new assistant. Come on out now.”
The first thing Molag Bal saw was gold. At first he thought of a golden saint, but as the figure immerged, he saw that it wasn’t. It had short red hair that looked beautiful to the touch and also freshly grown. The red bangs cascaded gently into a beautiful youthful face. The figure wore all white and looked quite regal standing among the Daedra.
It was a Chimer….But how?
Then it hit Molag Bal like a ton of bricks. He didn’t recognize them at first because it had been so long since he last saw him.
Molag Bal’s eyes widened and his lips parted to form the name, “Vivec…?”
End of chapter 4
Cliff hanger!!!!
Ta!
Remember in oblivion what the rumors, of Vivec’s disappearance was? That the Nerevarine killed him or that he was taken by the Daedra.
Well, he was taken by the Daedra in my story! Boethiah and Mora to be exact.
The reason Vivec is so pretty, is because in my story, he let his hair grow out after the Nerevarine destroys the heart and goes into exile. Boethiah found him with Mora’s help and made him beautiful again so he could use Vivec against Molag Bal. Understand? Good.
“Bal…”
“………………..”
“Oi! Bal!!”
“……………….”
“BAL!!!”
Molag Bal growled at him. “WHAT!?”
Sheogorath smiled innocently. “You still mad at me?”
The prince of corruption scowled. “I’m still trying to get the taste of her nasty blood out of my mouth. Yes. I’m still mad at you…”
“aw….Cheer up Bal! I know who were going to mess with next.”
Molag Bal sighed. “Oh really?”
“Yes, really.” He paused for dramatic affect. “Mora.”
Molag Bal lifted a fine eyebrow. “Why? He never does anything interesting. Just sits in front of that glowing screen all day, talking to himself.”
“Just come with me Bal. Please?” Sheogorath tried to give him a sad look but it just ended up looking creepy. It was a long couple of awkward seconds. Molag bal was sitting down, so he tried to lean back to get away from Sheogorath’s stare. However, every time he moved backward, Sheogorath moved forwards.
He finally snapped. “Sheo….”
“Yes Bal?”
“…Stop looking at me like that. It feels like you want to molest me or something.”
“Will you go with me?”
“Will you stop starring at me like that?”
“Only if you go with me.”
“Fine…”
Sheogorath backed off instantly. “WEEEE!!!! Horary!!!”
Molag Bal shook his head and stood up. For the god of madness, he sure knew how to get people to do what he wanted. Maybe manipulation should be added under his titles.
Sheogorath grabbed Molag Bal by the arm.
“Ta! Let’s go Bal! To Apocrypha!”
When they arrived, they saw what looked like just a large library. There were cases full of books. It seamed to stretch on forever. At a small table, a couple of meters down sat Hermaeus Mora.
He was an ugly thing. His body was always shifting as if he was filled with sea water. He had two crab pinchers under his regular arms that were snapping a bit. He always trailed green goo wherever he went. There was some pooled under the chair he was sitting in now. He had six eyes, all of which were glued to that glowing screen, while he clicked away at the mouse furiously.
Molag Bal didn’t know why they were going to mess with Mora. He had no problem with Mora. They never talked and hardly ever saw each other. That was mainly because Mora was always here, sitting at that table, playing that stupid game…Molag Bal believed he heard someone call it World of War craft. Mora had also received brownie points from Molag Bal without knowing it. He was walking around and Meridia had slipped and fell into his green ooze.
“Hey Bal..” Sheogorath spoke low and gave Molag Bal’s arm a tug.
“Yea?”
“I feel like a pimp right now.”
Molag Bal blinked. “What?”
“I have the cane, the charm and a hooker on my arm. …Ta. That rhymed.”
Molag Bal blinked. It took him a moment to figure out that Sheogorath was still holding onto his arm.
“Are you calling me a hooker?”
“Shh…” He spoke butting a finger up to his lips. “We’ll talk later, you crazy hooker. Lets mess with Mora now.” He let go of Molag Bal and tiptoed over to the bookcase closest to Mora. Silently and carefully, he moved the closest two books and switched them around. Then tiptoed back to Molag Bal with a big smile on his face. They both teleported back to the main hall instantly.
“That was it?” Molag Bal asked annoyed. “All you did was switch a book around.”
“Yes. Mora is crazy though. He’ll go insane when he finds out something has been replaced and tear the hole thing apart looking to fix it.”
“That’s harsh…but enjoyable.” Molag Bal smiled and chuckled.
“Ta! You laughed! I’m off the hook! I’m forgiven for my previous actions!”
Molag Bal rolled his eyes. No use in arguing about it.
Suddenly the hairs on the back of Molag Bal’s neck stood on end. They were being watched…and he knew who it was…
“NEMISIS!!!!!” Boethiah screeched jumping out with Goldbrand at hand. He lunged at Molag Bal screaming. Molag Bal sighed and cursed under his breath before sidestepping and sticking out his tail. Boethiah yelped as Molag Bal’s tail tripped him and he landed face first on the floor.
Sheogorath immediately erupted into laughter. Boethiah got up in a hurry, his cheeks beat red in embarrassment.
“Why do you do that every time you see me?” Molag Bal asked, not amused. “It’s getting old and predicable.”
Boethiah scowled and pointed an accusing finger at Molag Bal. “You! You, who tries to corrupt the Dunmer with your evil seed!”
Molag Bal wasn’t sure if it was a statement or a question, so he lifted an eyebrow and blinked. “Um…Yes?”
Boethiah stuck his finger closer to Molag Bal’s face. “You! The father of a population of mutant degenerates, made with a member of the Tribunal!”
Molag Bal twitched. “Yes?”
“You! Who corrupts-“
“Get your finger out of my face before I bite it off!” Molag Bal yelled, interrupting him. “Your voice pisses me off.”
Boethiah turned red again. “Have some respect! I am a Anticipation.”
“Wooptie doo!” Sheogorath couldn’t be quite any longer. “A traitor, more like it.”
“TRAITOR!? If anyone is a traitor it’s the prince of corruption! He-“
CRACK!!! Came the noise of Molag Bal’s mace connecting with Boethiah’s skull.
Molag Bal pulled his mace free from the unconscious form and sighed. “Let’s bail before he wakes up.”
“Agreed! Tally ho!!!”
They went to the far end of the main hall where everyone was. When Boethiah woke up, he’d be less likely to cause a scene there. He was very prideful and probably wouldn’t want to admit being knocked out by Molag Bal.
Molag Bal parked himself on the sofa he had been sitting on only yesterday. Sheogorath took the seat next to him. The main hall was full of other princes.
Hircine was on the other side of Molag Bal, sporting that retarded Halloween deer mask. Meridia, much to Molag Bal’s distain, had grown her lip back and was cheerfully helping Azura put gift boxes under that ugly pink tree. The other Daedra who occupied the room, didn’t hold Molag Bal’s attention too much, so he turned to Hircine.
“So…How’s the hunt?” Molag Bal started.
Hircine looked over curiously. “Excuse me?”
“You know…The hunt. You’re a great hunter, right?”
If Hircine had a face under that crazy mask, Molag Bal was sure he’d be blushing. Sheogorath leaned over to listen to the conversation.
“Well…yes. Yes. I am a great hunter. The greatest hunter.”
Molag Bal grinned charmingly and he saw Hircine squirm a bit. Excellent... (Insert evil laughter here.) Molag Bal scooted a bit closer so their thighs would touch. “I’m a pretty good hunter myself.”
“O-oh really-y?” Hircine tried to keep his voice from cracking. Molag Bal may be the prince of rape, but he could also seduce. He was damn good at it too.
Sheogorath tried to muffle his laughter. He had a feeling that he knew what Molag Bal was up to.
“Yes...” Molag Bal purred. “I’ve caught any prey I’ve ever wanted. So let’s start a challenge shall we? An innocent one…. to see who, is the better hunter.” He could smell Hircine begin to sweat. Aw…He was like a nerd who gets confronted by the girl he likes. He turns into a stumbling, awkward mess.
“o-o-okay.”
“Good!” Molag Bal clapped his hands together. “Pick a prey.”
Hircine thought for a moment. “The unicorn…”
“Okay! I’ve picked mine. When I say go, the first one to catch their pray, wins. Agreed?”
“Um….What is your prey?”
Molag Bal grinned handsomely and leaned in close. “If You’re a good a hunter as you say you are, you won’t mind not knowing what my prey is.”
Hircine looked like he’d pass out at any moment because of there closeness. “Alright.”
“Okay. Ready…set…GO!”
Before Hircine could even move, Molag Bal pounced on him, sending them both to the floor. Sheogorath starting clapping and laughing.
“Jolly good show, Bal!”
Molag Bal grinned down at his ‘prey’. “I win.”
“Molag Bal! Get off of him!” Azura commanded.
Molag Bal scowled up at her. “Party pooper.” He climbed off Hircine and sat cross-legged on the sofa again.
Hircine scrambled up and shook briefly in place. “I-I’ll be back!” He teleported away quickly.
“Ten hundred gold pieces say that he’s going to masturbate somewhere!” Sanguine spoke, slamming the money down on the table.
“You’re money can talk?!” Sheogorath blinked in awe. “I want talking money…No, never mind. It would never shut up I’m sure.”
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Boethiah awoke in rage. How dare he!? HOW DARE HE?! That bastard Molag Bal and his idiotic brother Sheogorath! He had to do something to get back at them…Mainly Molag Bal…
A scream cut him off. It seamed to come from Mora’s plane of oblivion. He teleported there quickly and saw Mora throwing books everywhere.
“Hermaeus. What is wrong?”
“Sheogorath!!!” He screamed. “He messed with my books! Something is out-of-order!!!”
Boethiah walked over and saw that only two books had been switched. He put them back in place and Mora stopped throwing stuff.
“It feels fixed now…”
“He only switched two books.” Boethiah explained.
Mora sighed and looked around at the destroyed room. “I guess….I’ll clean this up then….troublemakers…”
An idea struck Boethiah suddenly. He grinned evilly. “Mora?”
“Yes?”
“You know everything there is to know about Nirn right?”
“Correct.”
“How’d you like to get back at Sheogorath by taking away his partner in crime?”
“………. I’m listening.”
“Excellent…”
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Molag Bal sighed. Today was that stupid Christmas day. He was sure Azura and Meridia were going to try and pass out presents again like they did last year. No one even really wanted to take part in it, but Azura was persistent. She made everyone come. Except Mehrunes. She figured the holiday would be better without him.
So Molag Bal was seated among his fellow Daedra, being pissed off and miserable while Azura and Meridia hummed happily while passing out gifts.
When everyone had opened their gifts and were about to leave, Boethiah cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention.
“Everyone! I’d like to announce that from this day forward, I shall have an assistant to help me with my duties and-“
“HA!” Sheogorath interrupted. “You said duty!”
That caused drunken’ snorts from Sanguine’s direction.
Boethiah scowled. “May I continue?”
“Yes, go ahead.” Azura answered, throwing Sheogorath a dark look.
He cleared his throat again. “Yes, anyway… I would like you all to meet my new assistant. Come on out now.”
The first thing Molag Bal saw was gold. At first he thought of a golden saint, but as the figure immerged, he saw that it wasn’t. It had short red hair that looked beautiful to the touch and also freshly grown. The red bangs cascaded gently into a beautiful youthful face. The figure wore all white and looked quite regal standing among the Daedra.
It was a Chimer….But how?
Then it hit Molag Bal like a ton of bricks. He didn’t recognize them at first because it had been so long since he last saw him.
Molag Bal’s eyes widened and his lips parted to form the name, “Vivec…?”
End of chapter 4
Cliff hanger!!!!
Ta!
Remember in oblivion what the rumors, of Vivec’s disappearance was? That the Nerevarine killed him or that he was taken by the Daedra.
Well, he was taken by the Daedra in my story! Boethiah and Mora to be exact.
The reason Vivec is so pretty, is because in my story, he let his hair grow out after the Nerevarine destroys the heart and goes into exile. Boethiah found him with Mora’s help and made him beautiful again so he could use Vivec against Molag Bal. Understand? Good.