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Re: Fire and Potions - 102/?

[(Anonymous)]

At his command, the line of mers’ eyes widened drastically. Each of the Mor Mallari collapsed lifelessly on the ground.

The remaining Thalmor quickly dropped their weapons, falling back with terrified whispers, with Auriel's name on their lips imploring protection.

Radac's portal finally opened, and with a nervous glance back at Therion, he turned and ran.

"TIID DIIN."

Radac's view of Alinor's glittering throne room was suddenly obscured by scarred, gold flesh as Therion impossibly appeared, blocking his path to the portal.

Essence, mortal, tear.

"RII JOOR VAAZ!"

Radac looked at him in confusion as nothing happened.

"FAAZ!"

The word evoked a feeling Radac had all but forgotten as for the first time in over a millennia, he felt pain. Grabbing his chest, his face was contorted by the terrible and unfamiliar sensation as he staggered on his feet.

"AUS!"

His pain intensified by tenfold at the word. Surprise colored his face as he heard screaming and realized that he was the source.

"VAARNUFAAZ!"

Therion's savage cries were inescapable, each word increasing his pain greater than the last. They shouts echoed in his ears, sounding more beast than mer. The onslaught continued mercilessly, until he felt himself being brutally thrown on the ground beside the dead Nord.

“DRUN MOK RIGIR!” Therion snarled.

At Radac’s blank expression, he shook his head in frustration.

With a look of painstaking concentration, he growled, enunciating each word.

“BRING. HIM. BACK."

The way he spoke was odd, every word sounding strange and unfamiliar to his tongue, as though he could barely grasp how to speak Tamrielic.

The Ascendant swayed and staggered, before rising to his full height in a display of defiance.

“You cannot command me!” he snapped, replacing his mounting fear with anger. “I am eternal! You are enslaved to me!” Radac stared into Therion’s glowing eyes and pitiless gaze, hearing the sounds of the dragon tongue whispering aura. “What are you?!” he snarled in bewilderment.

Therion regarded him with frigid, glazed eyes, making Radac wonder if he could understand him.

The Dragonborn craned his head to the side, as though considering. The gesture looked odd and unnatural on him, and his movements looked as though he were experimenting, uncertain of his body.

“I will not raise this human,” Radac said with contempt.

Therion’s upper lip curled, whether in understanding or in response to his tone, he was unsure.

“Do your worst,” Radac sneered, splaying his hands in a welcoming gesture. “Your precious Nord,” he said with disgust, “is dead. So do as you will, but there is nothing you can do to me that will change that fact,” Radac said with a victorious smile.

There was a tiny flicker in Therion's expression. A hint of his usual bravado, which made Radac’s gut sink with foreboding. The sinister look in Therion's glowing eyes intensified his dread.

Rend! "KRUZ!"

Devour! "DU!"

Soul! "Sil!"

The words struck Radac making him shudder. A terrifying feeling of helplessness and mortality filled his bones. From nowhere, a white wind sprang to life around him, whipping in all directions.

A scream of surprise and agony tore from his throat as his body began to glow, parts of his skin started disintegrating.

"NO!" he cried in disbelief, looking at his arms. "I AM IMMORTAL!"

Therion held out his hand, watching Radac burn away with dispassionate eyes, the mer's essence gathering into a gold orb at the center of his palm. Radac disappeared in one final scream, leaving a skeleton behind.

The gold soul shined in Therion's hand as he closed his fingers into a fist around it, absorbing it into his body.


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"What brings you, wayfarer grim, to wander here, in Sovngarde, souls-end, Shor's gift to honored dead?"