Kathuet was not known for being sneaky. Not that he wanted to. The Dremora are not known for being masters of stealth like the Khajiit race that lived on Elsweyr. In fact, most people in Nirn would say that about the Dremora. Sure, they were smarter than most species on Tamriel, on account that they were literally made by the Daedric Princes and Mehrunes Dagon. However, they were made to be war-like, like the Orcs. They would just pillage and plunder the land until there is nothing left but a wasteland of burnt homes and dead bodies.

However, that doesn’t mean they weren’t bad at it. Especially since they are going to raid a village again.

It had been about three days since the Siege of Stalliongrad. He still remembered the battle as if it was yesterday. Who could blame him? It was all crazy and confusing. First, they were fighting off against the caribou legion lead by some famous general called ‘Lanius’ or something. This battle was unlike anything they had face up until now. Then again, they face little resistance since coming to this world. The siege was going well, for the Dremora at least. The Archons were crushing any caribou in their path, and the Daedra were slaughtering any caribou at the gates. The next thing they knew, some dog creatures came crawling out of the ground like they were undead and started killing anyone in their path, regardless of who’s fighting who. They have lost many soldiers due to that surprise attack, almost half of the numbers since they had arrived. Luckily, the caribou were also being killed off as well, which was a relief on his part.

The Dremora had to retreat to higher ground, since they have lost half of their numbers to those Prince damned dogs. So, they had to retreat to the high place where the rich ponies of this city once lived in. They were down to half their numbers, but they will still stand and fight to the very last. That was the one mistake both the caribou and those dog creatures made. They weren’t dealing with any piss-stained army or wet-nurses. They had thought that they were dealing with a slave uprising or some other political party vying for power. He and his brothers proved them wrong. They were born from the Fires of Oblivion, lived to served Mehrunes Dagon in defense of his realm and his own personal army. They knew nothing but combat and war. They will never break, never surrender, and would rather die and take some basterds with them than do nothing at all. They have invaded Tamriel numerous times, but all of them ended in failure. However, they have left some lands scarred for life, and the people broken and buried beneath their feet. Unlike some of the other Daedra, they were more smarter than they were given. They have developed their own language, culture, and knew how to kill a person in more ways than one.

In short, both were fucked from the beginning.

While he and Venom, along with half of his soldiers were defending the bridge, he saw Marcus fighting off a couple of dog creatures. His Daedric armor had a couple of dents in it, which was strange considering that said armor is the strongest on Nirn. Then again, they were in a new world, and a lot can change. He had to admit, he was actually proud of the boy handling himself with a sword. He may be young, be he did have a strong will to live, and help the weak mortals of this world. He called him over the bridge, telling him to get behind the shield wall. Before Marcus could even come across the bridge, a dog grabbed him and dragged him with him. Kathuet would have come down to help Marcus, but the hordes of dogs were already on the bridge, and blocking his way to the human. So, he was stuck defending the bridge with the other Daedra while Xucruroth, being the coward that he is, does whatever thing he’s doing back at the stadium with the other mages.

His answer came sooner than he expected.

Just when a bigger horde of dogs were charging at the bridge, one that could have mowed them over like a stampede of horses, a large dragon appeared out of nowhere. The dragon, which he learn was part of a last breed from Skyrim, started to breath fire upon anything it could see, which was either the caribou or the diamond dogs. Both sides decided that fucking with a dragon was idiotic and dumb, and quickly fled the scene of battle with their tails between their legs. He had learned later that the dragon brought the caribou general to Xucruroth, which said Daedra killed.

The battle was over quickly after that.

Ever since then, he and the rest of his species have done much to survive in this new world. They raid and pillage any nearby settlements for food and supplies, as well as any riches the caribou had. They were also careful with selecting villages that had weak garrisons. They maybe a warmongering species, but that doesn't mean that they aren't stupid or barbaric. It was getting harder and harder since this King Dainn decided to get his head out of his ass and send troops to defend the Equestrian country side.

Right now, He and several other Daedric warriors were hiding among a forest that sat on top of a hill. They were crouched down to avoid being seen by pegasi ponies, the ones that have wings. The afternoon sun poured down form their positions, shining off the armor that they wore. If anyone were to see it, said person would have warned the village. They were a small force that composed of twenty-five warriors from among the Kynval class. There were not as big as the ones that raided Ponyville, but it would be enough for what they have in store. Plus, some of the Dremora among them were hardened veterans from the Oblivion Crisis, the event that sealed their fate on Gaia Alata. Beyond the tress they were hiding in was a small peaceful village. He could see ponies and caribou going about their day without a care in the world. Of course, there was a few noticeable things about the town, such as a large square like structure that said "Maripony Hotel". He was in awe at the structure of the building, and how tall it was. It wasn't as tall as the Citadel Tower in Cyrodiil, but it was an impressive building. It was simple, yet taller than any Imperial buildings. Its white marble stood out against the quiet town he surveyed. Granted, the marble on it had moss in some areas, looking much older than any other building in the stupid town. Beyond that, he could see lots of ponies and caribou at the center of the town. He could also see stalls admits the crowd, the store owners pedaling their wares. While some of them sell basic things like lamps and hats, others were in a more.........sexual nature. One stall was selling what looked like plants with tentacles. One slave mare was standing over said plant, with the planet itself violating her in her pussy. He could tell that the mare loved it, as she was blissfully smiling with her tongue hanging out like a dog. Another stall was selling sexual objects, like a toy replica of what he can assume was a dragon’s phallic member. Some of the towns folk were even engaging in sexual activities.

He had to give it to the caribou. They’re culture would put even the worshippers of Sanguine to shame.

Right in the center of the town was a large stage. The stage floor was made from some dark brow wood, probably from an oak tree or something of the sort. The curtains were currently closed, but they were a deep red. On top of the stage itself was fancy looking words that say “Cavious's Bitches and Slaves Emporium Slave Auction." The large sign wasn't written in the sense that someone handwritten them. Various small round-like objects made up the words. From what he heard, these objects were called "Lightbulbs", and they glow different colors when it is nighttime. It wasn't magic that drives these objects, but something called "electricity". It was very similar to lighting in a way, but it delivers small amounts of lighting to an object so it can "power up".

'These ponies are weird.' He thought to himself as he continued his observations. Already, he could see the towns folk coming to the set-up stage. After some time waiting, A stallion soon came out of the curtains. He saw that the stallion had a brown coat with a dark mane and tail that were combed back into an elegant style. He had a small cylinder-like object in his hand, a "microphone" if he remembers correctly. The stallion began to amplify his voice through the "microphone" as he presented the slaves up for auction. Many of the towns folk seemed to be interested in the mares, everyone one eager to see what mares are available for fucking.

He was interrupted from his musings when he heard footsteps close to him. Turning around, he saw Sloth coming out of the shadows, along with several of his scouts.

"There are no soldiers present in the village." Sloth said with his neutral and creep tone. "However,” He pointed at the stage that were showing off different slaves and the such. "There is a large amount of these 'Solar Inquisition' troops stationed at the festivities."

Kathuet had to squint to see what he was pointing at. Indeed, he saw several soldiers dressed in Imperial-like armor were patrolling around the area, some were even standing by the stage. Their eyes scanned the entire crowd, looking for any trouble makers or anything. There are even a few pegasus guards perching on the rooftops, their wings at the ready for any trouble.

He turned back to Sloth with an annoyance in his eyes. "So? If there is a resistance cell near here, it would matter little to them. We'll crush them all the same." He said, bringing up his mace for emphasis.

"That is because there is no resistance here."

This peaked his interest a lot. "What do you mean "there's no resistance here?"" He said. From what he could gather, the Inquisition soldiers are more like enforcers and hunters. They try to keep the peace while also hunting for any resistance members. They are also lead by a pony named Blueblood, a suppose traitor to these Equestrians.

"What I am saying is true." Sloth said. "There is no resistance here. There is no slave uprising or any rebellion going on in the town."

"So then why are they're here?" Kathuet questioned. If what Sloth saying is true, what purpose does the Inquisition have in this small normal town?

"That is the best part." Sloth said as he smiled a bit under his hood. "I just saw Prince Blueblood inside the town."

Now he grinned in a malicious way, an animalistic glee in his mind. If there was one thing he enjoyed the most, it was killing nobles and kings. It was his always his guilty pleasure. During the invasion on Kvatch, he found some petty nobles hiding in some cellar while there was still chaos. He heard that Prince Blueblood was once a noble pony of Equestria, right up before he sold out his kind to the caribou. He was an utter basterd, always complaining just about anything. He even breaks mare’s minds as a hobby as well.

"Where is he?" Kathuet said. He had to control his body to sound serious. Deep on the inside, he is as much excited like a Nord that found the endless supply of mead somewhere in Skyrim.

"He had left the marketplace not too long ago." Sloth said. "He went over to that building over there." He pointed his finger to the large building Kathuet saw earlier.

"Good." He then got up into a standing position and turned to his warriors. "Alright boys, you know what to do. Kill anyone that gets in your way and steal anything of value. The slaves are not to be harmed, but if they get in your way, kill them. If anyone finds this Blueblood, bring him back here, alive!" He raised his mace up high. "LET’S DO THIS, BOYS!"

The Dremora cheered at their leader’s instructions, raising their own weapons high. While it was a bummer that they can't murder the slaves along with the village, they were still content with killing anyone that challenges them. In rapid response, they charged out of the tree line and down towards the village, their savage war cry echoing into the countryside.

With his warriors gone, Kathuet and Sloth were the only ones left. He craned his neck, the sound of bones cracking heard throughout the once quiet forest. He gripped his mace before a voice said to him. "You seem a little...excited about all of this."

He turned his head to Sloth and smirked. "What can I say? It's been awhile since we've done something like this." The raid they did in Ponyville was.... something. "Besides, I hate nobles." There was venom in his words as he said that. An idea soon struck him. "How about a bet?"

The clashing of steel on steel echoed throughout the once quiet and tranquil village. The sounds of a bell ringing in a church-like structure alerted the nearby villagers. Fires soon started spreading among the houses and stores, burning anything that it came across. The sound of breaking glass and the cries of the desperate were echoing as well. The slaves that were once on stage had grew its brain and probably fled the town, or were captured by the Daedra.

To Kathuet, it was music to his ears. Something that was both exotic and familiar to him.

A nearby battle cry ruined that moment. A young buck dressed in Inquisition armor came charging at him, a spear grasped in both of his hands. He glared in annoyance as the young buck came towards him, wanting to kill him just for ruining his moment. The young colt came close to him and try to thrust his spear against him. The hardened Dremora stepped out of the way and grabbed the head of the spear. The colt’s eyes widened at the mistake he made, but it was too late to do anything. Kathuet then swung his mace right at the colt's helmet, knocking him down to the ground. The colt didn't move after that. He either thought the mace knocked him out cold or killed him.

Either way, it didn't matter to him. He need to find Blueblood before Sloth could find him. Knowing that sneaky bastard, he probably found Blueblood and he's already waiting for him so he could rub his victory in his face.

All around him, the Dremora were battling with the Inquisition soldiers or the garrison, or looting any home or building they come across. He saw a Daedric Kynval shove a sword right into a gut of a caribou soldier. Wasting no time, the Kynval ripped open his stomach, the caribou's intestines spilling onto the ground. The caribou's eyes widened as he fell to his knees and screamed, but was quickly silenced when the Kynval Daedric sword sliced his head off. A Dremora wielding a two-handed Warhammer knocked down an Inquisition caribou. He raised his hammer high and brought it down to the caribou's head, reducing it into a bloody paste that went in all directions. Its once red and black face was now covered in blood, making him more savage than ever.

He turned away from the battle that was going on in the marketplace towards his target; the Maripony Hotel. 'He better be in there. I don't care if I have to burn this entire village down to find him. He laughed as he went on his way, taking out any soldier that stood in his way.

As he casually walked through the battle rage in the marketplace, he took his time to scan the carnage that was going on. All around him, the soldiers of this "Solar Inquisition" were being ripped apart one by one by his warriors. While most of the soldiers were killed, there are still a few tried to defy death by trying to strike them down. Emphases on "try". They only managed to scratch each of the Dremora's armor, not really penetrating the armor itself. One pony in purple armor, who Kathuet thinks is an officer of sorts, was currently battling a Xivili that was wielding two swords. The officer himself was in a strange battle stance that consisted of his knees bending down and his weapon, which was a rapier, aim right at him as he dodged him attacks. The way he dodged them was......"interesting" to say the least.

The Xilvli grunted as he swung his swords at the officer, but the stallion dodged every one of his attacks with ease. "Ha ha!" The stallion said with a posh accent. "You cannot defeat me, demon! I am the best swordstallion on this side of the Empire!" He thrusted his sword into the Xivili's exposed chest to prove his point. The Daedra's eyes widened as he felt the sharp end of the rapier pierced his flesh, dropping both of his weapons in the process.

The unicorn smirked as brought the rapier out. "And now your-" He didn't finish as the Xivili looked down and brought the sword out of his stomach. Once the sword was in his hand, he turned it sideways. He lifted his other hand and put it on the bladed end.

With little strength, he broke the sword into two.

".......dead?" He whimpered as he saw his broken swords. Before he could run away, the Daedra threw the bladed end away and grabbed the posh unicorn stallion by his neck, lifting him up to his terrifying face. The Xivili roared and, using the broken rapier, stabbed him repeatedly in the chest. The unicorn couldn't even scream for help as the Xivili kept assaulting him with as much force as he could muster.

The body was lifeless after fifty-two stabs to the chest, leaving a bloodied body. The Xivili shrugged and threw the body away, which ended up in the next to him by sheer luck.

He laughed as watch the body land in the dumpster. After taking another moment of laugher, he moved on.

It didn't take long for him to reach the hotel. The hotel he was going into was twice the size than what he saw. Upon closer inspection, some pieces of marble were missing from the building, but it wasn't life threating or anything. A glass door stood, between them were two Inquisition soldiers that had spears in their hands. They glared at him to make them look more intimidating, but he wasn't impressed. They were what's standing between him and Blueblood.

He stopped. He rolled his neck as he stood there, waiting from them to do something. The caribou and a pony looked at each other and nodded. In rapid succession, the soldiers in Inquisition armor decided team up against the intruder, charging at him at the same time. Kathuet yelled a battle cry as he charged them as well.

The first one, an earth pony stallion, that reached him swung his sword downward towards his head, but Kathuet countered it with his mace. The other one, the caribou, tried to swing at his sides while he was distracted. Kathuet saw this coming. Reacting out of instinct, he blocked the incoming blade with his free arm, knowing that his armor would block the blade from touching him.

The blade dug right through the armor and into his flesh.

Kathuet felt the blade dug into his flesh and roared right at the caribou's face. Now enraged by the pain he received, he used his left knee and side kicked the caribou's left hoove. He kicked him so hard that he heard a CRACK from the caribou's hoove, making him scream in pain as he fell to the ground. Turning his attention to the stallion, he swung his mace to the left, throwing the stallion's weapon out of his hand. Bringing it back around, he clubbed the stallion right in the face, blood and some bits of tooth flew from his face. He heard a resounding 'CRACK' as the mace impacted the stallion's helmet as he was thrown a couple of feet from him, his body lay lifeless. Now turning his attention to the caribou, he ran towards him with the bloody mace in his hand as said caribou was still holding his knee, as if he could reconstruct the bones that were broken. The caribou eyes widened as Kathuet fell upon him, hammering him down with a mace repeatedly.

"SUPID! FUCKING! PIECE! OF! SHIT!" He shouted as he hit the caribou in the face many times in a row. The caribou's face almost stopped resembling a face at all. "FUCKING! KHAJIIT! FUCKING! FUUUUUUUUCK!"

With that last word, he slammed it down so hard that the remains of the creature’s face exploded in a shower of blood and bone.

Breathing heavily, he backed out of the dead body and kneeled down. He looked at his arm, which had blood seeping out of the armor, almost making it like a waterfall of sorts. Lifting the arm up, he looked at the wound the stupid caribou made into his armor.

He cursed when he saw the wound. A large bloody cut entered his field of vision, blood oozing out of the wound. He could see the large cut in the armor where the wound was present, which concerned and angered him to no end. He was lucky that the cut wasn't fatal or serious. That doesn't mean that the pain wasn't excruciating enough.

He glared at the wound, thinking that it would disappear if he looked at it enough. Daedric armor was considered to be strong, at least on the world of Nirn and the continent of Tamriel. He was worried that weapons of this world were different than the ones on Nirn in regard to the raw magic of this world. Those theories had been debunked when they first faced the caribou, and that the caribou cannot penetrate the armor. That was the advantage the Dremora had.

Or it was.

He searched behind his back and procured a health potion. He didn't like using said potion, on account that it tastes like someone just pissed in it and just died his urine red. He took a swig of the potion as he felt the liquids going down his throat. He could taste the piss-like substance as it hit his taste buds. He could already feel his body going back to full energy. He pours the rest on his cut. He watched in amazement as the cut suddenly disappeared from his sight.

He sights as he felt the pain disappear from inside him, along with the pain in his arm.

He turned his attention to the dead caribou that had cut through his armor. He wanted to know how in the Daedric Prince's did he cut through the strongest armor in existence. He went over to the body to find out how he did it.

Once he was at the corpse, he looked down on the caribou's dead body, seeing if there was anything out of the ordinary. He didn't see anything wrong with him. He was in Inquisition armor, along with the now dead stallion, and their weapons were fancier than the Dremora's, but besides that there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Something glowed below his vision. Looking down, he saw the sword that the caribou used to cut through his armor. The sword itself glowed a bright blue, with waves of rainbow-like colors moving like ants. On the sword itself were symbols that Kathuet couldn't even decipher. They were different from the Daedric dialect he and his brothers used.

"Runes." He murmured as he saw the glyphs glow. He had heard of runes giving strange powers to weapons of their chose, much like Mehrunes Razor or Mal Bolg's Mace. It allows the users weapon to channel elemental energy, like fire or ice, and makes the weapon itself more powerful in its own way. It differs from weapon to weapon occasionally, from flaming maces to poison daggers. The Inquisition must have enchanted their weapons to dig through their armor.

He looked behind at the now burning village. He hoped that his brothers are fine and well. Even if the Inquisition has somehow managed to find a way to pierce through their armor, the Daedra will fight to the death to kill their enemy. They were born that way, and they will die that way.

Shaking his head, he turned to the building that this "Blueblood" was in, and directly heading towards it.

"What the fuck am I looking at?" He said at the place he was in.

The inside of the building was.... strange to him. Yet, it has a feel of mundane, like it was normal for "Hotels" to look like this. Then again, he was new to this strange land, even thought he was from the Deadlands himself. The inside was small, but was a little bit bigger for someone like him. Some sort of oak covered the entire floor and walls, making it shine like it was new. Rows of flowers were depicted all over the wall. A long desk was embedded on the right next to him. It had a catacomb of small square holes next to it, some filled with what he can assume is letters. In the middle of the room was a large staircase that broke into two smaller stairs to the side, one leading to the left and the other leading to the right. Right next to the staircase were two doors that had strange signs on them. Another sign was standing right in the middle of the room, with the words "Restroom" written on it along with two arrows pointing at said doors.

'What is this "Restroom"' He thought as he looked at the signs. He had never heard of this "Restroom" before, but he had heard it among the ponies. The first one had a sign of a what he thought was a primitive picture of a triangle-like person with the words "Colt" written above the picture. Another picture of a triangle-like being had the words "Filly" written on top of the word.

Looking between the two, he was about to walk to the staircase when he heard a noise. "Achoo!"

Quickly withdrawing its weapon, he looked at the desk that produced the sound. He walked towards the desk and drew his hand behind the desk. He felt something through his armor glove and grabbed on to it, making the mysterious object yelp. He dragged the thing, which was a male earth pony stallion, right out into the open.

The stallion he dragged out that he held by his mane wasn't a soldier, due to the fact he was wearing strange clothing that wasn't armored or anything. He was also shaking like a leaf, a very scared and breathing leaf that knew the end was coming. The stallion himself had a navy-blue color, with his mane and tail being a mixture of red and yellow. He wore a red shirt that had buttons on it and pictures of a yellow flower on it. His pants were cut below his knees, which Kathuet recalled were called "shorts" by the ponies. He had a strange thing hanging on his neck. It was a black metal box that had some sort of small glass lens inside of it.

He glared at the stallion as said stallion shrunk under his gaze. "I am looking for someone named Blueblood." He told the stallion. "You wouldn't happen to know where he is, do you?"

The stallion shakily pointed a finger to the ceiling. "A-a-a-at t-t-t-the p-p-p-p-penthouse suite."

He looked above the ceiling, not understand what he meant by "penthouse suite", or understand how to get there. He then looked at the two stairs, connecting two and two together. "You mean that it's above this building?" The stallion nodded. "How the FUCK do I get there!?!?" He shouted at him. If that little furry fucker thinks that he has to climb all those stairs to get to where Blueblood is, then he might as well just give up. But no, he won't give up. He held the mace at his face to prove his point. "If you think I'm going to climb this Prince forsaken building, then I might as well just fucking kill you now!"

"THERE'S AN ELEVATOR THAT WILL TAKE YOU TO THE LUXTURY FLOOR IN NO TIME!!!" The stallion cried out as he pointed at a set of.... well, he didn't know what they were. The stallion was already crying out loud like a baby, tears pouring out of his eyes. "PLEASES DON'T KILL ME! I HAVE CHILDREN TO TAKE CARE OF!!"

Kathuet wanted to just kill the pathetic stallion here and now just because of him crying like a baby. His instincts told him to do it, to silence this fool forever. As much as he would want to kill him and wear his coat as a sigh of a trophy, he was saving his bloodlust for Blueblood.

He threw the stallion off his grasp and onto the ground. "I don't have time for a pathetic whelp like you." He said to the down stallion, how was still crying. "I'm felling generous and letting you go." He pointed to the glass doors. "Got it?"

The stallion didn't need to answer as Katheut saw the stallion running to the doors. In fact, he didn't see the stallion's physical form leaving. All he saw was a blue blur and a smoke silhouette of his from, right before it disappeared.

Rolling his eyes, he heads to where the stallion pointed earlier. What greeted him was a set of double bronze-like doors that had some fancy carvings on them. Above the door were numbers that ranged from one to seven, including a word right next to one called "Lobby". Right next to the doors were what looked like a number pad not unlike the one he had seen up top. It was a rectangular box that had numbers and signs on it that he didn't know.

He hummed as he saw the numbers on the box. There were round things that looked like buttons of sorts. Something in his brain told him to destroy it before it could kill him, but he ignored that part of the brain.

Pressing the one that had the word "Lobby" on it, stood around to see if something is happening. At first, nothing happened. He expected something to happen, but nothing happened. "If that stallion lied to me-"

There was a ding that he heard, and Kathuet drew his mace out of instinct. The doors suddenly started opening on their own, revealing a small empty metal room. He looked up and down to see if this was a trick, if this was some sort of trap designed to kill him. He stepped into the room cautiously while his mace is in his hand. So far, nothing had come to attack him, thought he kept his guard up just in case something happens.

He turned around to the opened doors, seeing a small panel next to them. Like the ones outside, they had numbers on them that ranged from one to seven.

'Well, here goes nothing'. He said as he pressed the "Seven" buttons. The doors suddenly closed, and Katheut was already in a battle stance. Then the room moved on its own, forcing a surprise yelp out of him. The room shook a little, so Kathuet was forced to drop his mace and grab on to the nearest railing bolted in the room itself. He was already hyperventilating out of fear of this.... room. 'WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST STEP INTO?!?!?!?' He cursed as the room continued shaking. He shut his eye out of fear of dying. It was a disgrace to him, to be fearful of dying. He was supposed to be fearless in the face of death and battle. Dying was considered a glorious thing to have. Not because he would be born again in the Fires of Oblivion, but because he actually welcomed it. It would let him learn from his mistakes and better improve them.

That mistake is trusting a random stallion when he said that this "Elevator" will take him to what he desires.

He heard a ding and the sound of something opening. He opened his eyes to see the metal doors open to another big room. Picking up his mace, he quickly scrambled to get out of the small room.

He found himself on solid ground once again, pretty much thankful that the ride was over. His stomach felt twisted as he was forced to throw up, emptying his contents onto a red carpet.

He did this for a couple of minutes. His throat was burning from throwing up his lunch. "Fuck." He whispered as he finished emptying his contents. With shaky legs, he tried to get up. Before he finished getting up, he felt his legs getting wobbly. He hugged the nearest wall for support. "This is the last time I trust a stranger." He made a note to himself to kill the stallion the next time he saw him.

After his stomach settled down, he stood back to his full height and shook his head focus on the task ahead.

He was in a different area than before, which meant that the "elevator" took him to what he needed. He was in part of a small hallway that ended in a random room.

He shook his head as he went down the small hallway and into the big room it ended in.

He was in a large room, much bigger than the "Lobby" he was in. In fact, he would even say that this room was the size of a house if necessary. A large square shaped window let the midday sunlight into the room, allowing it to light up the room altogether. Besides that, the floor was of a white color, and lined with golden glitter to make it shine in the sunlight. The walls were painted gold, and had a picture of grandeur on them. There was a fire place on the far-right bottom of the room, almost looking like something a rich Imperial would have in his mansion or villa. A large L-shaped "couch" sat next to some small steps. A large staircase next to him ran to a fancy white door. A mini bar was set up on the left wall with various drinks that were a mystery to him. Next to the bar was a large picture of a posh stallion with blue mane holding a leash to a strange mare with a swollen belly. The mare in question had a pink coat with a mixture of light purple, azure, and pink mane and tail. She also had both wings and a horn, something he had not seen in anyone else besides Twilight, a broken mare now sitting in the cells. He had heard that those that have both wings and a horn are known as "Alicorns" to the ponies, and their considered gods in this world.

'They must be shitty gods if they allowed this to happen.' Kathuet said as he looked around the large room. The place seemed to be completely empty, but he could smell musk around the air. He got his answer when he heard moaning and groaning coming from the upstairs room.

With a predatorily grin on his face, he climbed up the stairs.

He gripped the mace in his hand tightly, and looked around for anything unusual, particularly ones that spell ambush. So far, the hallway was completely devoid of life. There were no guards, no guest, no nothing. He thought that a prince like Blueblood might have some guard protecting the building. Maybe they either were fighting his brothers outside, or took their chances and flee like the cowards they are.

He laughed at the prospect of his guards abandoning the prince. It just makes it all too easy, even for someone like him.

He reached the upstairs as he saw the door that lead into another room. He could hear the sounds of moaning and, from what he would guess, slapping. He could even hear the Prince in there. "Yeah, that's right, you fucking bitch." He heard through the door frame.

He rolled his eyes as he decided to end this little hunt once and for all.

He brought his left foot up and, with all the strength he could muster, kicked the door down.

The inside of the room was grander, much more than the downstairs room he was in. The walls were golden like before, but more.... golden than before. Two red lamps were standing on nightstands that were spaced in between a large bed. A window with a velvet curtain bright some sunlight in, allowing him to see the scene in front of him. Right next to the bed was a rack that had various objects that Kathuet though were of a more sexual nature. A velvet carpet gave way to a large queen-size bed in the middle of the room.

A stallion was naked right on top of the bed, with his cock inside his slave's ass, or rump as the ponies would call it. This stallion had a white coat that was almost ugly to stare at. He had a blonde mane and tail, which were combed more elegantly than most ponies. His was skinnier than the ponies he met, but had an air of arrogance on him.

He guessed that this was Prince Blueblood.

Blueblood stared at Katheut said as he stopped fucking this slave, which in turn stare back at him. Both of them were silent for the most part. Kathuet smirked as he looked upon the prince, who looked like a frightened deer. "Prince Blueblood, I presume?"

Prince Blueblood screamed and ran into the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom, and closed the door behind him with a locking sound. Kathuet laughed as he walked on over to the now shut door. He liked it when someone was cowering before him. The slave from before decided to get away from the big scary monster that barged on her master. It didn't matter that someone was escaping him, but he wanted only Blueblood.

He proceeded to bash the door in with his mace, wood breaking under the Daedric material. Wood was flying over both sides as half of the door was destroyed. He kept on doing this, all the while he could hear Blueblood crying and begging for mercy.

With one last bash, the door fell apart.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" Blueblood screamed as Kathuet looked at the scared prince. He was cowering in a fetal position on a large white tub. He was also holding a strange object that the ponies called a "plunger" in his hands, using it as a weapon against the unholy abomination in front of him. He smirked as he saw the naked form of the prince, his proud dick displayed for all to see.

He wasn't impressed by what he saw.

He sheathed his mace back to his hip and stepped closer to Blueblood. In response, he raised the plunger against him. "S-s-s-s-stay back!" He said, his arms shaking in fear. "I-I-I-I-I-I-I know how to this."

Kathuet grabbed the "plunger" from out of his hands. Gripping it with both hands, he broke it into two and threw it to the ground. Then, he grabbed Blueblood by his mane and threw him against the wall. "I've been looking all over for you, you little runt." He started to say.

"HELP! HELP! GUARDS! GET IN HERE!" He yelled. He was annoyed by his screaming and decided to bang his head against the wall, making sure to not damage the skull.

"All your guards are gone." Kathuet said as he looked right into the fearful eyes of the scared prince. "They left you like your worth nothing."

Blueblood looked at him as he said his comment, the fearfulness he saw in his eyes was gone, and it was replaced with angry. "How dare you call me nothing, you whelp." Blueblood glared at him. He must have triggered something to make him this angry. "I am Prince Blueblood, heir to King Dainn's throne. So, you will do well to respect-"

Kathuet just had enough of the stallion talking back at him. With one mighty heave, he threw the stallion to the other side of the room. Blueblood hit the wall as a result and fell back down. A hole was embedded in the wall from where Blueblood was hit.

Blueblood groaned from pain as Kathuet came back over to him, the sound of his armor feet filling the empty room. "You are nothing to me, you little shit." He said as he stopped at the prone form of Blueblood. He grabbed Blueblood by his mane and pulling him back up to eye level. "Your guards left you here because they had the brains to run away like a bunch of scared curs, leaving a fat piece of shit you undefended. I should just kill you, right here and now." He grinned, showing his sharp razor-like teeth. "But no. I have something better planned for you."

He raises his right fist and brought it down on Prince Blueblood.

He let go of the body as it fell to the ground. The now naked prince was unconscious, his face looking like some wild animal had scratched him. His own pride and joy hanging out for all to see.

Kathuet smiled and hummed a little tune as he lifted the body onto his shoulder and walked right out the bathroom door, and out of the main room himself.

"I hope I haven't interrupted something."

Kathuet almost dropped the body and withdrew his mace from his belt until he saw Sloth in the room with him, the sneaky fuck smirking at him while leaning on the wall next to him.

He snorted as he sheathed his weapon. "Well, looks like your late to the party."

"I was hold up by some......unfortunate stallions." He said as he looked between him and the unconscious Blueblood. "The poor bucks thought they could be heroes if they killed me." He shook his head. "I'm almost sorry for them." He looked at the body of Blueblood that Kathuet was holding. "It seems you captured the little prince. Was it hard?"

"It was almost too easy." He retorted as he readjusted his prize on his shoulder. "I was almost expecting a challenge of sorts." He looked back at Sloth with a smirk on his face. "I think that means that I won the bet."

"Yes, you have." Sloth said. The Dremora scout seemed unfazed by his declaration of victory. "You have captured Blueblood, all alone in his room, with no one guarding him. It was easy for you."

"Yes, it was-" He stopped his boasting as he thought on how he had acquired Blueblood in the first place. Yes, it was easy for him. There were no bodyguards guarding his room, nor any of his elite troops. He knew that anyone with the title "Prince", there would at least be someone protecting him. He found no one. It was as if they-

His eyes widened at the sudden realization of this...revelation. He soon glared at the Dremora assassin. "You were here before me, weren't you?"

Sloth smirked. "Why, whatever do you mean?" He said as he mocked him.

"I think you know what I mean!" He threw the body onto the bed and suddenly got up in his face. "Anyone associated with royalty would have at least had some protection. There would have been royal guards all over the building, but there wasn't!" He glared right into his eyes, burning with hatred. "At first, I thought they had left the building to fight in the village. Now I know why they weren't around to protect their prince. You were here before me!"

There was silence in the room as he accused Sloth. The tension between them was growing, at least to Kahuet it was. He could already guess what was going on inside Sloth.

"Guilty as charged." Sloth said as a sly smile formed in his face.

"Then why?" Kathuet questioned, pressing his face against Sloth's. "Why didn't you take Blueblood while you were there the first time? In fact, how did you get here before me?" That was a questioned that boggled his mind

Sloth shrugged. "While you were out gallivanting with our enemies, I reached the "penthouse" via rooftop. It wasn't really difficult, actually. There were guarding's posted everywhere, at least on this floor. While my original intention was to win your so called "bet", I wanted to humiliate you as much as possible. That was then I had a thought: I'll let you win."

Kathuet backed away from his face, but continued glaring at him. "You wanted me to win?" He questioned. Sloth nodded. "That has to be the most bullshit answer I've ever heard."

"Well, I won't blame you." Sloth said. Kathuet tried to search his face for any deception. Sloth was.... well, unreadable one might say. So far, he was telling the truth. "I know that you would be eager for a fight against elite soldiers, so I dispatched them as quickly as possible. I made my presence known to them at the time. They all wanted a piece of me, but they failed."

"Hold on." Kathuet said as he interrupted Sloth. He pointed outside the bedroom he and Sloth were in. "You mean to tell me that you were here before me, but instead of capturing Blueblood for yourself you just........kill everyone in the building?"

Once again, Sloth shrugged. "In a way, yes."

"But.... there were no signs of conflict when I got there!" Kathuet said. If Sloth got here before him and took out the guards, there would have been signs of blood or anything out of the ordinary.

"There was a lot of blood, sure." Sloth said. "While I was "cleaning house", as the ponies would say, I came across a mage with some skills in magic. My first thought was to kill him, but then I had an idea. I had managed to disarm him and held a dagger to his throat. He begged me to let him go, but I told him to clean up the messy hallway and make sure nothing happened."

".... What?" Kathuet stared at him. If one were to walk in the room right now, they would see Kathuet's mouth opening wider than any species in Tamirel.

"Once he did his part, I let him go." Sloth continued, ignoring the stare he was getting from Kathuet. "Well, I actually slit his throat, but I guess it counts as letting him go."

Kathuet was soon conflicted. On the one hand, he wanted to laugh at him, saying that he is stupid beyond the average Dremora. At the same time, however, he was fuming mad as a dragon. He wanted a challenge when he tried to capture Blueblood. Hell, he wanted there to be a worthy elite foe to face him. Don't get him wrong, he was all well and happy about getting Blueblood and winning the bet. However, as a Dremora, he wanted a challenge. He thought

"If it makes you feel any better," Sloth began to say. "They did put up much of a challenge. They almost bested me a few times, but they still died in the end like the rest of their kind."

Kathuet glared at him with all the hatred he could muster. "I hate you so much." He murmured under his breath.

"I know the feeling." Sloth said. He got into a standing position as he stretched his neck, resulting in a few cracking sounds coming from his neck. "We best be going. We have already killed all the defenders and gathered the remaining slaves. We can already suspect that someone of them are warning some nearby guards about the village. We should be getting back to Stalliongrad before that happens." He pasted Kathuet as he went out the door. He stopped right at the door way and looked back at him. "Oh, and since I was here before you, I won the bet." He said right before he disappeared into the other room.

Kathuet stood there with his mouth agape and his eyes widened. He couldn't believe what just happened. One moment, he was rubbing Blueblood in Sloth's face. Now, he was both extremely pissed off and surprised.

A groan came from the bed. Kathuet shook out of his gaze and turned to the bed. Blueblood's eyes were already fluttering awake as he was now coming back to conciseness. His left hand went to his head as he rubbed the bruise on his cheek. "Uuhuhg, what happened?"

Kathuet sighed as his right hand grabbed Blueblood's neck, hosting him up from the bed. Blueblood yelped as he was physically lifted up by the scarf of his neck. "Shut up." He said as he extended his right hand and once again punched Blueblood in the face.

Blueblood was once again unconscious. He grunted as he grabbed Bluebloods body and hosted him over his shoulders. He murmured some curse words in Nibenese as he walked out of the door.

Author's Notes:

Sorry for the five or six month wait, everyone. School and work have been adding up as of late. I was actually working on another story this whole time, but kind of lost the inspiration for continuing said story. This chapter is pretty much a pratice for me to get back in the goove of things.

Who knows, maybe that same inspiration will come back to me.