Wrong Summoning

Chapter 2: Nice to meet you

"At last, my plan is about to be completed, and the world will fall to my knees, because I'll obtain the power only seen by gods!" Danny had seen enough villains to determine one. And rather stupid one for that matter, because what normal villain will make a long speech, accompained by maniacal laughter. He wondered where were the lighting strikes and if it wasn't happening in an abandoned mansion on a mountain. You know, to make the cliche absolute.

Vlad wasn't like this, that's for sure. Of course, he liked bragging about his fruitloopish plans, but never made speeches of them.

The fog surrounding him was becoming thinner, so he could see two silhouettes. Danny moved his hand on the floor, and noticed some liquid under him. Phantom's eyes widened in worry. He really hoped it wasn't what he thought it was. Danny attempted to stand up, and was actually surprised that he could. Usually summoners take measures in order to prevent any hostile actions against them. It meant two things. Either the summoner was too weak, or the ritual was imperfect.

Meanwhile Dovahkiin was making different assumptions about the crazy dunmer. Honestly, if not for the bloody ritual, he would have laughed at him, since it looked like this guy was straight from Shiverring Isles. Sheogorath would have been proud for having such a follower. If he wouldn't have made a bracelet from his inner organs, that is.

Suddenly he saw something move inside the fog. Dragonborn took the battlestance and braced himself for what was about to come out of there. If even half of what that nutcase said was truth than he is in fight for his life. As if dragons weren't enough for poor Nirn. Now there will be something equal to Oblivion Crisis.

Then the smokescreen cleared and to say that he was surprised will be an understatement. At first glance it was...a boy.

It seemed to be around seventeen, barely an adult. The being obviously preferred to disguise as human. It didn't have pointed ears, fur or scales, so it was obviously a human disguise.

It had rather long pearly white hair, which seemed to flow along with nonexistent wind. They were accompanied by glowing eyes, greener than anything Dovahkiin saw before. Its entire body was surrounded by ethereal glow, which completely destroyed any theory that this being was mere mortal. The oddest thing were its clothes. It wasn't armor, yet its purpose for fighting was obvious. Mages were wearing only robes, after all, and it didn't make them any lesser threat.

It was one piece body suit, made from strange black material. White outlines were going across the chest and unknown green symbol. There were also white gloves, which had black and green lines on the edge. Same about boots. Some strange cylindrical device was tied to its arm. What devious purpose it served was unknown.

The being blinked, before looking at his surroundings with calculating look, without saying a word. Even Dovahkiin unwillingly felt goosebumps when that eyes landed on him. But before it said anything, and it obviously looked like it intended to do so, the being's attention turned to its summoner.

"I expected you to be more...threatening," the necromancer said.

Phantom meanwhile raised his eyebrow, he never saw something like that gray skinned guy.

"You are the one who summoned me?" The being asked, tilting its head. Its voice had an echo, not the one you have when inside big cave, it seemed to come from him directly.

"YES! It's me, mighty Idris, and I'm now your new Master, Pariah!"

"Wait, you think I am PARIAH?" The being's voice was full of amusement as it pointed at itself.

"Of course you are, don't meddle with your Master, servant!"

"Pal, do you have ANY idea how Dark looks like?" The boy crossed his hands. "Fifteen feet tall, black and red armor, eyepatch, don't you have any image or something?"