“There's something down here!” Tyranus shouted from the lower level. “Help me find it!”
“Come on,” Eola said quietly, catching at Cicero's arm. “Let's stay with him – if it all goes Voidwards, we can throw him to the Daedra and buy time for us to run.”
“We could run now and get out,” Cicero muttered, but he followed her anyway. Eola was tempted to flee the house herself, but this was her father's capital now, not some Nord city for her to prey on. There was definitely something bad going on, and Madanach would want to know what it was. So she followed, Cicero behind her, both trying to ignore the various floating objects, the growing darkness in the room and the sound of something skittering in the walls.
Tyranus was downstairs, trying the cellar door.
“It won't open,” he cried. “Here, see if you can try.”
Eola pushed the door, even sent a bit of shock magic into it, but nothing happened and there didn't seem to be a lock to pick or even a handle. Cicero likewise tried, but nothing. Eola shrugged and turned to Tyranus.
“Sorry, nothing's happening. We should probably... Tyranus?” She saw where he was looking and realised he'd seen the floating domestic objects himself by this time.
“Stendarr's mercy, this is no ordinary Daedra! We need to get help!” he cried, running for the door. Oh gods, a hysterical Vigilant getting out into the city and shrieking at her father, that was all she needed.
“Wait!” she cried, chasing after him with Cicero. Then it happened.
“Weak... he's weak. You're strong! Crush him!”
Eola stopped dead, wondering if anyone else had heard that. Tyranus hadn't paused. Eola turned to Cicero, who had stopped in his tracks, looking around in awe.
“Did you hear that?” she whispered. Cicero nodded, grin curving across his face.
“It wants us to crush the Altmer Vigilant,” Cicero whispered, looking a bit like a Daedra himself with that evil grin and his face shadowed. Eola shivered at the sight. By the Daedra, Cicero was a sexy, sexy man when he got like this. She stepped out of his way.
“Go on,” she told him, feeling her mouth already start to water at the thought of Cicero's knives sinking into golden Altmer flesh. Cicero cackled and slipped past her, ebony dagger already clutched in his hand.
Tyranus had reached the entrance room already, shaking and hammering on the door.
“It won't open. Why won't it open?” he cried, hands at his head. “Dammit, Daedra, get out of my head!”
Clearly whatever entity had this house in its grip was speaking to him too. Maybe telling him to kill them? Eola didn't know, but if it was a kill or be killed situation... well, there was only ever going to be one outcome to that, and neither she nor Cicero were the type to waste time agonising over the decision.
Cicero had already crept up on Tyranus, dagger at the ready and delighted grin on his face. The Daedra's voice rang out again.
“Kill him! Crush him! Tear at his flesh! You will kill. You will kill or you will die!”
Eola bit back a whimper at the thought of tearing at the Altmer's flesh, and Cicero's mind was clearly working along similar lines. Eola watched, feeling arousal pooling in her loins as Cicero glided out of the shadows, dagger raised as his arm slid round Tyranus and the ebony knife sank into the Altmer's chest, blood spurting everywhere. A few more knife-thrusts and Tyranus was dead, sinking to the floor. Cicero stood there, gasping for breath and wiping the blood spatter from his face. He looked up, eyes meeting hers, faint smile quirking at his mouth and Eola heard a little keening noise escaping her lips. Cicero growled and then he'd covered the distance between them, pushing her back against the wall, dagger clattering forgotten to the floor as he claimed her lips, erection hard against her own loins as he writhed against her and Eola moaned into him, pulling him closer as she groped his backside.
“You're so sexy when you kill things,” she whispered in his ear as he paused for breath. Cicero grinned back at her, dark eyes sparkling with delight.
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Re: Of Daggers and Daedra 1.6
Date: 2013-09-23 07:58 pm (UTC)“Come on,” Eola said quietly, catching at Cicero's arm. “Let's stay with him – if it all goes Voidwards, we can throw him to the Daedra and buy time for us to run.”
“We could run now and get out,” Cicero muttered, but he followed her anyway. Eola was tempted to flee the house herself, but this was her father's capital now, not some Nord city for her to prey on. There was definitely something bad going on, and Madanach would want to know what it was. So she followed, Cicero behind her, both trying to ignore the various floating objects, the growing darkness in the room and the sound of something skittering in the walls.
Tyranus was downstairs, trying the cellar door.
“It won't open,” he cried. “Here, see if you can try.”
Eola pushed the door, even sent a bit of shock magic into it, but nothing happened and there didn't seem to be a lock to pick or even a handle. Cicero likewise tried, but nothing. Eola shrugged and turned to Tyranus.
“Sorry, nothing's happening. We should probably... Tyranus?” She saw where he was looking and realised he'd seen the floating domestic objects himself by this time.
“Stendarr's mercy, this is no ordinary Daedra! We need to get help!” he cried, running for the door. Oh gods, a hysterical Vigilant getting out into the city and shrieking at her father, that was all she needed.
“Wait!” she cried, chasing after him with Cicero. Then it happened.
“Weak... he's weak. You're strong! Crush him!”
Eola stopped dead, wondering if anyone else had heard that. Tyranus hadn't paused. Eola turned to Cicero, who had stopped in his tracks, looking around in awe.
“Did you hear that?” she whispered. Cicero nodded, grin curving across his face.
“It wants us to crush the Altmer Vigilant,” Cicero whispered, looking a bit like a Daedra himself with that evil grin and his face shadowed. Eola shivered at the sight. By the Daedra, Cicero was a sexy, sexy man when he got like this. She stepped out of his way.
“Go on,” she told him, feeling her mouth already start to water at the thought of Cicero's knives sinking into golden Altmer flesh. Cicero cackled and slipped past her, ebony dagger already clutched in his hand.
Tyranus had reached the entrance room already, shaking and hammering on the door.
“It won't open. Why won't it open?” he cried, hands at his head. “Dammit, Daedra, get out of my head!”
Clearly whatever entity had this house in its grip was speaking to him too. Maybe telling him to kill them? Eola didn't know, but if it was a kill or be killed situation... well, there was only ever going to be one outcome to that, and neither she nor Cicero were the type to waste time agonising over the decision.
Cicero had already crept up on Tyranus, dagger at the ready and delighted grin on his face. The Daedra's voice rang out again.
“Kill him! Crush him! Tear at his flesh! You will kill. You will kill or you will die!”
Eola bit back a whimper at the thought of tearing at the Altmer's flesh, and Cicero's mind was clearly working along similar lines. Eola watched, feeling arousal pooling in her loins as Cicero glided out of the shadows, dagger raised as his arm slid round Tyranus and the ebony knife sank into the Altmer's chest, blood spurting everywhere. A few more knife-thrusts and Tyranus was dead, sinking to the floor. Cicero stood there, gasping for breath and wiping the blood spatter from his face. He looked up, eyes meeting hers, faint smile quirking at his mouth and Eola heard a little keening noise escaping her lips. Cicero growled and then he'd covered the distance between them, pushing her back against the wall, dagger clattering forgotten to the floor as he claimed her lips, erection hard against her own loins as he writhed against her and Eola moaned into him, pulling him closer as she groped his backside.
“You're so sexy when you kill things,” she whispered in his ear as he paused for breath. Cicero grinned back at her, dark eyes sparkling with delight.