Into Oblivion

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"Pathetic sac of pus," Dagon's voice had boomed from the depths of his stomach. His blackened claws gripped at the limestone armrests as he looked upon the betrayer. "I give you a task," he waved his hand towards the guards. "... a simple task... and even with all my armies at your feet you could not accomplish it?!"
They caught glimpse of his gesture and together they raised their war hammers, whose sinister spines twisted wickedly, into the air waiting for the blow. They were finally swung down and together they collided with the back of the betrayer. The bruised and bloodied body had toppled forward and rolled across the darkened filthy granite floor. The darkness had encased the criminal, no matter; the Council knew precisely who it was. With each swing of the hammer the council members cringed. They heard the distinct and bloodcurdling snap of bones and the shrieking tear of skin. The beaten man's body was just a rag doll tossed carelessly around for the amusement of Mehrunes Dagon. As the beaten man forced himself up onto the base of his palms, the guards had proceeded and together they had lifted their hammers and forced them down upon their brethren's back. The man was brutally forced back upon the ground with a yelp of sheer pain pulsing through his shatter bones. The Daedric Prince lifted his hand and called off the guards for he wished not to kill his leading Commander so easily. "...Commander Broga, what say you to such a heinous defeat at the city of Bruma?"

The Commander lifted his heavy head as he heard his name beckoned by his Lord. Thick droplets of sinful blood rolled over his blackened lips as he hardly the strength to speak. His arms trembled as he pushed himself up and pleaded, "Sire," he spat a glob of blood which coated his jagged teeth and had merely made them invisible, "There was nothing I... I could do. The armies had failed... most and nearly all of the Daedra had been killed! We've... we've been underestimating the opponent, my Prince. Their Champion... he must be i-inhuman! We've tried again and again, milord! He's nearly indestructible!"

Dagon had rolled his eyes in annoyance soon glancing away. He hadn't mind if his temper had gotten out of control and his devoted worshippers would perish in his rage. He could always fashion himself new ones who were more physically able then these lot of rubbish. His jagged dark hand lifted to his chin and he propped his head up as he thought to himself. He finally turned back to his Commander and while motioning towards him, the Prince had demanded ruthlessly, "Fetch me the scholar... we shall see what she has to tell us about this so called 'indestructible' Champion."

"I... I'm afraid I can't do that, sire," Broga had whispered out dejectedly while bowing his head in shame. So much pain had overwhelmed him like a furious tide tossed within the eyes of a hurricane. His eyes clenched closed as he prepared himself for these next words and the beatings that would follow them, "... she had escaped with the Hero."

Dagon's black eyes gave off a spark of malice and hastily he had lifted his hand and motioned for his guards. This time, he would not pity the useless and failing Commander. The guards came forth with their hammers thirsting for another taste of the Daedric man's darkened blood. He was beaten mercilessly, his blood slithering through the cracks of limestone staining it forevermore. His bones became distorted with every blow and no longer had he appeared a willed and physically built Commander, but a fragile and shattered onyx vase. Mehrunes had placed his claws over the armrests as he watched these events unfold. His main Commander had failed his prime mission. This would be the beginning of a series of hellish days to come for Broga. His agonizing screams echoed out into the council chambers. Many a Dremora had turned their eyes away after some time for they could not stomach such a merciless beating. Bones jutting from the skin and finally the Dremora had collapsed lifelessly to the floor. His raspy breathing was choked down by blood that slipped down his throat. He coughed and let his weary eyelids fall over his now serene crimson eyes. I shall sleep but for a moment... and maybe in that moment- his eyelids had closed and his last glimpse was that of Dagon calling off his guards. It shall be Elizabeth who haunts my dreams. His fingers twitched uncontrollably and the pain became so unbearable that it had forced him unconscious. He lay upon a blanket of crimson waiting for that angel of dreams to descend upon him and take away all his sorrows and burdens. She had saved his life back in that plane of Oblivion... if only she were here to save his life now.