I wouldn't be lying in saying that I somehow feel like I am in some shitty fantasy novel with themes of family friendly content and romance. Now you might be thinking to yourself “Hold the fuck up? How can this be a family friendly story with themes of romance? I just saw you take down thirteen motherfuckers in the spam of the first week? And you also lead a dark army. Does that me you are the bad guy in this story?” Well, I don't know if I killed thirteen or more; you kind of lose track after a while. And for the family-friendly content…..come on. There are hundreds of movies that have family friendly deaths in them. The Lion King? Scar got his ass eaten alive.Sleeping Beauty? Maleficent turned into a dragon while trying to kill a prince, then got killed herself. Snow White? Witch fell off a cliff by seven dwarfs.And don't think for a second that Cinderella has no deaths in it. In the original version, after both Cinderella and the prince got married, the three stepsisters and their mother were attacked by a swarm of birds and they got their eyes plucked out. Yeah, I know. Kinda fucked up.

For the whole “I have a dark army and is the villain of story and hero defeats villain and hero haz harem”, that's kind of putting it mildly. At this point, it seems that I, the villain or whatever, am the hero of the story. I know it's kind of far fetched, but stranger things have happened. Maybe I am the hero that acts as the villain in order to defeat the bad guy, but I did do a lot of fucked up shit during the war. I'll tell you about that whole thing later.

Kathuet and I, along with my two bodyguards, are currently strolling along the city streets of Upper Stalliongrad (or as the more common locals would call it Rich Asshole Village). Along the way we spotted ponies waving back at me with enthusiasm I never seen before since....well...ever. Even a few mares gave me what I think are suggestive winks and slurry smiles. I could help but wave back at them, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment at what I did for these people. They have been through hell before I came here from what some ponies would tell me later on. It was good to do something for a change.

'But at what cost?' My inner voice told me. My smile wavered after hearing that negative thought. At what cost was this happiness, you may ask? Sure, the ends justify the means, but I couldn't help but feel bad for the caribou in King Dainn's army. If there was one thing my father told me, it was that you never judge a group for what they do, even if it's wrong. I would like to think that there are some in King Dainn's tribal army that knows what they did was wrong and kind of fucked up. Maybe they were unwilling following him because he threatened their families, or they think of him as some sort of god.

I need to show these caribou that their god is nothing more than a mad tyrant. If there was anything I learned later on in the war, all gods bleed eventually.

We reached one of the bridges that separated the rich district of Stalliongrad from the middle/poor class houses, the ones that the Dremora are currently residing in. It still baffles me that of all the places in the city to make a home, they would choose the poor district. It wasn't that I mind at all, it's just that you would think with them being conquerors and all, they would make their home somewhere a little........bigger. Like in the rich district. A shiver went up my spine when we crossed the bridge, painful memories of the night of the battle, where the dog had threw me off the bridge and beat me to a pulp. I guess you could say I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD, just by looking at a bridge. Sure, It wasn't the same bridge I was on, but it still gave me the shivers just by looking down. I was almost tempted to just turn around and run away like a coward.

Kathuet laid a hand on my shoulder and started to shake me, knocking me out of my thoughts. I must have been standing there for some time because he had an annoying look on his face. “Are you going to keep standing around like a damn mudcrab, or are you going to start moving?”

I blinked when Kathuet asked that. I looked over his shoulder to see my two bodyguards already on the other side of the bridge. “Sure,” I said. “Just……looking around.” I stepped behind him before he could a word in edgewise. It was kind of dickish of me, but I just didn't feel like talking about it is all.

After we crossed the bridge, I followed the rest of my entourage to…somewhere. I kind of forgot to ask them. “So,” I started to say. “Where exactly are we going?” I know they said that they were heading to celebrate another raid, which meant that they were heading to a bar or whatever it is they call in this world. We pasted a lot of houses which are currently…housing the Dremora. I played the Oblivion game before, so I expected that the Dremora would decorate the entire town with the entrails of their enemies, like back in Kvatch. I was surprised when I saw that there was little to no bloody body parts hanging out of windows or rails and such. Sure, there was a hanged body of a caribou every now and then, but that was it. Maybe they did it so many times and the smell that it brings that they decided it wasn't worth it.

Some of the houses that were damaged are undergoing repair by the Scamps, their tiny bodies doing whatever they can. One of the houses was currently being built up from the ground up. My guess was that the original one was burnt down during the siege. Anyway, it looked half finished, with the wooden beams already in place. A group of Scamps were currently trying to lift a beam off the ground. Well, "trying" was putting it lightly. They could barely even lift it off the ground, much less try to get it in the air. A couple of Dremora were barking orders in their language at the Scamps, pushing them to work harder. I felt sorry for the little guy, being worked too hard and have nothing to show for it. Kind of like me, in a way. Focusing on my hand and reaching out, the beam glowed blue and it was lifted from the ground, surprising both the Scamps and the Dremora. Moving my hand around, I managed to plant the beam into the slot it was supposed to go to They all looked at me as I dispelled my hand and moved on. One of the Dremora soon snapped out of his and began barking orders to the Scamps once again.

"We are going to a place called the Red Pony." Katheut said as he walked beside me. "It's the only bar that available in this region of the city. If my hunch is correct, Venom is probably getting drunk as we speak. Plus, the ale's aren't too bad." We heard what I can describe as bare feet scraping against mud suddenly coming from behind us. Kathuet grabbed my shoulder and push me coming to the side, along with himself. My two other companions moved to the side opposite of us. Before I could ask what was going on, two gigantic beasts mounted by Dremora sped along the road we were just at. Now, it is to note that these beasts look like a wolf that decided to go to the gym, injected itself with steroids, and ate more protein than ever before. The motherfucker was huge! It was at least the size of an SUV if said SUV injected itself with steroids. One of the Dremora who were riding one of the two beasts was holding a rope. As they speed along the roadway, I heard the scream of pain coming after the beasts. A second later, a caribou was being dragged behind the beasts, screaming in both fear and pain as it skitted along the road.

"I see." I said as we continued walking on, ignoring what just happened. I decided to take in the scenery in this medieval-like town. We were walking for what passes as a city center once. Some of the stalls were either broken or undamaged but abandoned. There were some Dremora out and bout, some inspecting or improving their weapons in some way while others chatted with their comrades. There was a large fountain in the center that had half of its body missing. Only half of its torso and its left arm, with a sword in its hand and the legs remained undamaged. I wonder if it was a founder of the city or just a decoration. If its the former, what would it think about these new creatures now taking up residence in the ponies homes? Would it be proud that we freed its people from slavery, or would it weep for the destruction I had caused?

What passes for stores were nothing more than empty shells of there former selves. Stalls were also scattered among the place, with some of them in working condition but left abandoned. One store, in particular, had some broken ornaments and fine china scattered around the place. The sun's light shined down on a large hole in the ceiling, which also revealed a large crater with a big boulder in it. The entire store was pitch black from soot, probably from a fire that almost engulfed the building from the inside. My guess was that this place was hit by a burning boulder launched out of a catapult during the siege and the flames were quickly stopped somehow. Maybe the owner was trying to stop the flames from setting before it could spread to the other houses, or it was quickly put out by the retreating army. A porcelain pot above one of the shelves was left undamaged suprisly. From close inspections, it would seem like the pot itself was similar to that of Ancient Greek pots in my world. Black on the outside while pictures were painted in brown, it's color resembling that of a clay ornament. I could see half of a picture from my position, which shows a pegasus slaying what looks like a three-headed hydra.

"We're here." Kathuet announced. I turned to where Kathuet pointed his finger at. Indeed, it seems that we are at the destination in which Kat mentioned. Off all the buildings that survived the two sieges so far, the tavern was the only that wasn't damaged. I didn't know if it was either out of luck or that the previous owner might have purchased some sort of magic bullshit shield of some kind to protect his business. Anyway, the tavern itself is what you would expect a tavern in any medieval and/or RPG to be. A large, three-story wooden building that stood out from the rest of the wooden buildings in the market place. The one thing that stood out form the rest of the buildings was that it was not colored at all. There was also a sign at the door that depicted a picture of a literal red horse with its front hooves rearing. I could see a lot of activity from the large windows next to the door. “Come on, let's get inside.” Kathuet said. “I heard they are serving real meat this time, and not one of those bowl of plants they call a 'salad'". We both opened the saloon-like doors and went inside.

The inside of the building reminds me a lot of the taverns I visited in some RPG games I played back in my world. The atmosphere was pleasant to say the least. I see a lot of the Dremora sitting or standing around the place either drinking or talking or doing something. To my left, I see several gathered around on one person. Upon closer inspection, I could see a dead caribou warrior tied up on a beam with no clothes on. The caribou's antlers were cut off and he had a green apple place on his head. I could also see several arrows embedded on the dead corpse, along with a few stuck to a wall. I could also tell that the caribou had died out of blood loss because none of the arrows ever hit him in the heart or his head. One of the Dremora had a bow and arrow in hand. The rest of the group were cheering this one daedra on as he put his arrow into the string. He was having difficulty at first, in which he swayed from side to side before one of his partners helped him. This leads me to believe that they were all drunk as fuck right now. He released the arrow and it went flying. Instead of hitting the apple, it flew a few feet below and hit the caribous forehead instead. They all groaned as he missed the target.

Another group of Dremora were sitting around a table in the back of the room, eating some meat that was delivered by a Scamp. I couldn't tell from the smell if they were eating the remains of the caribou or the diamond dogs, or if they caught some animals outside of the city. In fact, I don't think the Dremora are even capable of cannibalism. Sure, they may look big and scary, and they got some sharp teeth that is clearly for eating meat only, I don't think I ever saw a Dremora ever eat a human or another race. Maybe I missed some part of the lore of Elder Scrolls or something. There was a group of ponies that I didn't even recognize was there before. They were stationed at the back of the tavern in a small stage set up for them. There were three stallions and one mare on the stage. They each held a typical medieval instrument in their hands, like a lute or a flute as they played typical tavern music for the Dremora. I could see that they were a little worry about the room full of kill-crazed demons, but they continued playing like it was just another regular day on the job.

My attention was short lived when I heard a crash and a yelp. A Scamp was lying on the floor, the tray he was carrying fell off his tiny hands. The tray in question carried glass cups of what I assumed was an ale or whatever the ponies drink in this world. The surrounding Daedra laughed at the unfortunate soul as he was trying to collect the broken things on the floor. He was having a hard time doing it as well, as he would constantly lose his footing from the liquid on the floor and fall to the floor, which only made the Dremora laugh even harder. I decided once again to help the little guy out. Reaching out with my hand, I formed the spell in my mind without closing my eyes. That's one of the things my people from Earth get wrong about this whole magic thing. Usually, you have to close your eyes to picture what you what to cast at times. I guess it comes easily to me somehow. The tray and the glass on the floor glowed a bright blue (was that my magic aura or some shit?). With a wave of my hand, I moved the broken glass on the tray and sent it on the counter.

The moment I did everything, the sounds of reverie stopped.

I didn't realize it until I turned my attention back to the room. Everyone's eyes were on me as me and my bodyguards were standing there near the entrance. I swear to god, it was like all the sounds in the room had suddenly disappeared all at once. I could see their eyes drawn upon me. It was kind of something out of an old spaghetti western, where the hero enters the saloon full of bad guys with guns as they all glared at him. It was kind of like that at the moment, except said bad guys are actually my army of murderous demons ready to kill anything with their murder boners.

I nervously smiled and said "Howdy" while I waved my hand. Don't blame me for what I did just now. Try being in a room full of demon warriors and then talk to me about it.

I let that greeting hang in the air for a long time. Then someone yelled, "OUR LORD HAS RETURNED TO THE LAND OF THE LIVING!" I recognized the voice immediately as Vemon. The entire room uprooted in cheer. The Dremora raised their glasses to me as I stood there dumbstruck.

I breathed a sigh of relief that I didn't know I was holding until now. I know that they work for me and all, but when you have a bunch of murderous demons that drank some ale, things don't well for you. Kathuet tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to the left side of the room in the back. There, a lone booth was set up where Venom and Sloth were at. For the first time since coming to this world, I was as surprised to see Sloth with his hood down. He was a male Daedra like many others in the room. The only difference in appearance was that his entire mouth was painted black, like he was covering his mouth with a black cloth. His eyes were a calm sea blue. He had no hair on his head, but he a set of horns on both sides of his head. I nodded to them and headed over. I also just realized that my bodyguards are gone, probably getting drunk or something. While it would make me tense up seeing as how I was vulnerable, Kathuet was with me. So it wasn't that big of a deal. On my way over, I heard some of the Dremora congratulating me, gave me a slap on the back, or raised their tankards to me. It was……overwhelming and weird to say the least. Back in my world, I destroyed Daedra and kicking their ass in Oblivion and Skyrim, and even in the online MMO they released for it. Now these Dremora were practically cheering me like it was a hero or something. I expected one of them to figure out who I was and stab me multiple times, cut off my head then use it as a drinking cup.

Thankfully, that didn't happen.

We reached the table where the two Dremora were sitting. Thankfully there two seats left over for use to sit. I took my seat while Kathuet took the other one. ”

I breathed a sigh of relief that I didn't know I was holding until now. I know that they work for me and all, but when you have a bunch of murderous demons that drank some ale, things don't well for you. Kathuet tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to the left side of the room in the back. There, a lone booth was set up where Venom and Sloth were at. For the first time since coming to this world, I was as surprised to see Sloth with his hood down. He was a male Daedra like many others in the room. The only difference in appearance was that his entire mouth was painted black, like he was covering his mouth with a black cloth. His eyes were a calm sea blue. He had no hair on his head, but he a set of horns on both sides of his head. I nodded to them and headed over. I also just realized that my bodyguards are gone, probably getting drunk or something. While it would make me tense up seeing as how I was vulnerable, Kathuet was with me. So it wasn't that big of a deal. On my way over, I heard some of the Dremora congratulating me, gave me a slap on the back, or raised their tankards to me. It was……overwhelming and weird to say the least. Back in my world, I destroyed Daedra and kicking their ass in Oblivion and Skyrim, and even in the online MMO they released for it. Now these Dremora were practically cheering me like it was a hero or something. I expected one of them to figure out who I was and stab me multiple times, cut off my head then use it as a drinking cup.

Thankfully, that didn't happen.

We reached the table where the two Dremora were sitting. Thankfully there two seats left over for use to sit. I took my seat while Kathuet took the other one. "So," She started to say. "the hero of Stalliongrad is finally awake and back from the dead. You know, I was starting to think that you might be dead after all this time." She had a smirk on her face. "Good thing I betted on the right outcome." I was confused as to what she meant, but as soon as she said that, as if by magic (which I'm not surprised considering where I landed), a Dremora came out of nowhere with a huge sack on his back threw it on the table. The sack made a clinging noise as it made contact with the table, and a big pile of gold coins spilled out of the sack. The Daedra grumbled as he walked away, cursing in his language.

I frowned when I thought of something. "You betted that I wouldn't come back alive, didn't you?"

"Of course not!" She said in a mocking voice as she gathered the coins once again. “Why would I do that to my number one favorite student?” She gave me an innocent smile which wasn't innocent at all. I folded my hands as I looked at her with an incredulous look. Although I only knew her for a few weeks ever since this entire war started, I felt like I knew her and her motives for a long time. Mainly because she was the only one that was willing to teach me.

Although I now suspect that she wanted to train me just so she had an excuse to beat someone up.

After several long minutes staring at her, she broke her smile with a laugh. "Ok, maybe I did bet that you would die on you're first encounter, but I changed my wager because I trained you better than that."

"All you did to train me was trying to hit me with a large claymore and yelling “DODGE!”

“Like I said,” She smirked as she counted the coins she earned. “I didn't train no sissy.” She then got up and yelled “DRINKS ARE ON ME!” The entire room exploded in cheer as they all raised their glasses. She sat back down and smiled. “So, how are you feeling?”

I looked to my right arm and moved it. “Like I was hit by a train that was thrown by Stone Cold Steve Austin.” I said. The pain was there, no doubt about it. In fact, I'm surprised that I'm still walking at this point. I guess those Daedric wizards did something to my body while I was out. I looked to my companions who had blank stares on their faces, not understanding my joke. "It's a joke. You wouldn't understand." I said. "To answer your question, I still feel sore as hell."

"It's to be expected after a long battle you had, kid." Sloth said in his casual monotone voice. "I'm surprised as ever that a human has survived this long, especially someone as young as yourself."

I shrugged. "I guess I'm lucky."

"Luck can only get you this far." Sloth said as he stared at me with his sea-blue eyes. "Try to be more careful next time. It may have gotten you this far, but that doesn't mean it won't last forever."

I nodded. "I'll keep that in mind." Just then, a Scamp carrying a tray of tankards stopped by our table. He was having a little trouble trying to get the tray up without spilling the contents. I decided to help the fellow out by reaching out with one hand and grabbed the tray out of his tiny hands. I set it down on the table and nodded at him. It smiled at my generosity, and went away. "So," I started to say. "what happened while I was out?" There were five mugs along with a plate of what looked like a roasted chicken on there as well. I could hear both Bilifulg and Jebrus smacking their lips.

"Nothing much really happened." She said as she grabbed a leg of a chicken and started to tear off the meat. "We kind of expected another assault from happening while you were out. Turns out the general you killed was some pretty important figure. Now the fuckers wouldn't even go close to us." She swallowed the chunk of meat. "Fucking pussies if you ask me."

"While Venom was commanding the inside of the city, me and Kathuet went on a raiding party on nearby towns." Sloth grabbed one of the mugs and took a swig from it. "In fact, one of these towns we raid had the prince in it. Both Kathuet and I made a bet as to who would kill the most caribou by the end." I could hear Kat grumbling next to me. "Of course, I won the bet." He smirked at him. I now heard Kat muttering curse in his native language. "There wasn't much resistance, besides from the Prince's bodyguards. And as per your orders, we did not harm any slaves during our raids. We managed to send them back here where they are safe."

I was relieved when he said that. I stated when we first launched the raid that we were not to harm anyone that isn't part of the caribou's crazy empire. That included slaves and stallions that had enough brain cells to resist this "Crystal Cock" influence. It was nice to see that despite being a barbaric species, they always follow orders to the end. This "Crystal Cock" by the way, sounds like something out of a shitty fanfiction written by some neckbeard thats never seen the light of day from his parent's basement.

Either that, or it was written by a crazy woman.

I sure hope I'm not in those types of stories. That would be both creepy and weird.

"Anything else happened while I was away?" I decided to grab a chicken leg from the almost empty plate. I'm surprised someone has left a piece for me, considering that the Daedra eat through anything like wolves tearing through a sheep. My stomach was rumbling like crazy ever since I got out. I guess being out for a few days can do that to you. Although in my world, I think they put a tube in your mouth so you can get some mash in it. I also grabbed the tankard of alcohol that was there. I could just let it sit there until one of my companions picks it up, but I didn't do that. It would have been rude to not accept the free drink I had. I took a bite of the roasted meat, and immediately my eyes went wide. This thing was fucking delicious! I don't know if they either cooked it to perfection or added some herbs from this world, but I was down-to-earth delicious as fuck. It was as if a small atomic bomb had dropped into my mouth and exploded with many flavors.

"Nothing much besides that." Venom said as she finished picking the last of the meat from the bone. She burped loudly, a kind of burp a man would make. "Well, there was Twilight Sparkle escaping...."

I stopped when I heard Twilight's name. "Twilight escaped?!?!?!?" I nearly shouted as I shot up from my seat with wide eyes, fear already filling my heart. Now, if you have followed me up until this point, then you know what the fuck happened. Trying to free Twilight was a bad idea from the start, especially when she is completely broken that she accepted her role like it was a normal thing. I shivered at the memory of trying to fight her dragon. If Tirek hadn't shown up just in time, I would have been a barbecue human on a stick. Now Twilight is out again doing god knows what.

Maybe even trying to get to Spike so she could turn him into the Hulk again.

"Don't worry," Kathuet said as he stopped me from rushing out the door and grabbing my weapons, wherever the hell they are. "we managed to capture her before she got out. So sit your ass back down and forget about it." I did as he said, but I was still a little tense. Twilight was basically Chucky incarnate, but more "raping murder" than just "murder murder". "To answer your question, yes she did escape, but we managed to capture her in the end."

"What happened?" I asked.

"After the battle was over, Twilight managed to seduce one of the guards before knocking him out." Kathuet started to explain. "She took her clothes off and promised one of the guards she'd fuck him. Zulg opened the door and the fucker was knocked unconscious." Kat shook his head. "That fucker couldn't even handle a simple guard duty. Anyway, she somehow managed to evade all of our patrols until she got near the city gate. We suspect that she used magic to help her out of the city. Luckily, Xucruroth had managed to produce an anti-magic shield around the city before she could make her escape."

"If she managed to evade the guards, how did you guys even capture her?" I asked Kat. I looked down to realize that the chicken leg I had was completely stripped of meat. I even sliced off a big chunk of meat and I didn't even know that. Was I really that hungry?

"Do you remember that giant furball the two Daedras were riding?" I nodded as I recalled the giant beast. "Apparently, they are called Warbeasts. These beasts came from the caribou heartlands and were used as mounts during war times. They also would also use them for beastiality kinky stuff to their slaves." He smirked. "Gotta hand it to those caribou, they can make up the weirdest sexual shit there is." I tried to ignore what he just described the Warbeasts, but it was kind of hard. When you get to be a teenager, and you haven't gone through those embarrassing Sex Ed classes, imagining what these beasts do to women. I can already imagine the caribou dragging a group of mares into a barn of sorts before tying them up on these stockades one by one. Then, they bring in this humongous beast with a large fucking dick on a leash. The beast starts to sniff one of them in the ass like a dog would to another dog, and then the beast would climb up on the mare and start fucking her like an animal.

I would lie to say that I got a boner just now, but I did. Shamefully.

"So," Kat continued. "once we sealed off the city, we tried to look for her as best we can. She evaded every one of our patrols and even raped some of them." He shook his head. "Poor bastards. Anyway, after a wild goose chase, Jebrus had the idea of releasing a warbeast to track her down."

"All I said was this hunt is making me hungry that I want to eat one of those "Warbeasts."" Jebrus said as he shrugged.

"You could say that again." Bilfulg said as he patted his belly. "I'm always hungry."

"You're always hungry, you fat ass. I'm surprised you could even fit into that suit of armor."

"You take that back, fucker!"

"Why don't you make me you-"

"WILL YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I RIP OUT YOUR FUCKING TOUNGES AND MAKE YOU EAT IT!" Venom, true to her name, got up and yelled at the two bickering bodyguards, silencing them immediately. I could see a few of the Dremora looking our way, and even some moving back a few inches with concern and fear directed at Venom. I could hear them gulping when they mentioned on how she would rip out their tounges. I shivered at that as well. Can't even imagine how brutal she is.

She breathed in as she sat back down, regaining her composure from before. She turned to Kat. "You may continue." She finally said, acting as if nothing had happened just now.

"......Right." Kat said as he continued with the story, looking at Venom with a mix of curiousness and fear. "So anyway, we managed to control the warbeast when we brought it out. That thing was going all around the city trying to find Twilight. We've lost track of it a couple of times at least. Just when we were about to give up, the beast must have picked up her scent, because it rocketed off like a dragon trying to escape the Dragonborn. We followed the thing up into that sewer ditch you fell into. When we found them, Twilight was getting fucked by the beast. Let me tell you, she was enjoying that monsters dick like there was no tomorrow." My boner was already threating to make itself present. I had to shuffle from my seat to make sure it didn't pop out. "We managed to get both of them off each other before they did anything stupid. It was much easier to get her back in her cell, on account that she was unconscious from that beast fucking her." I blushed when my boner was ready to rip my pants open. "So in short, we managed to capture her before she did any real damage."

"What if she gets out again?" I asked. Twilight was a very powerful mage, and a smart one at that. She knows more magic shamgic than anyone in Equestria. And let's not forget that she is one of the six Elements of Harmony, and a princess at that. The damage she could do if she got out would be tremendous.

"Don't worry." Kat said with a reassuring smile. "We got our best guards watching her twenty-four seven. Plus, Xucruroth had managed to enchant her cell with anti-magic stuff. She won't be going anywhere for a while." I was relieved a little by that statement. At least Twilight was kept under wraps until I could figure out how to repair her as best I can. It was wish fulfillment for sure, but I couldn't let the poor girl suffer this sex-crazed mind control thing. Plus, I need all the Elements sane if I am going to go up against Dainn, and whoever else that Odin mentioned. If this darkness is as a bigger threat, then I need any and all available weapons I need to defeat it. "Now that the worry is out of the way," He got up from his chair with his drink in hand. "I propose a toast." He started to raise his voice. "I don't have to tell you all how enjoyed I am at the turn of events that have happened in the past few weeks. Ever since Gaiar Alata was sealed off after our master, Mehrunes Dagon, was defeated, we have sat on our ass doing nothing but killing Mythic Dawn members for sports. Hell, I was tired from sitting around all day doing nothing but maintain the realm. That is, until this mortal came." He pointed right down at me. "With him, we finally found our purpose in life. Let it be known that the Dremora, created by our blessed master Mehrunes Dagon, have finally started doing what we were created to do. We have shown these shit smeared caribou that they are not as invisible as they are. Like the Imperials, we caught them with their shit-stained pants down, and showed them what real warriors are, and how real wars are fought.

And its all thanks to Marcus that any of this is possible. We finally have a chance to be the warriors that we are created to be, to finally fight something for once in our lives. It wasn't some time ago that we first raided the caribou at Ponyville. We revealed ourselves to the caribou with nothing but iron and blood. Hell, I remember when I went into the barracks and found three recruits who were hiding in the closet. They begged for their pathetic lives, but I did them a favor and killed them all. Right then and there, I felt like I was finally whole again. It felt like my entire life had lead up to this moment. Let me tell you, it was glorious.

Remember the siege that happened a few days ago? I did. Let me tell you, that fight we had was glorious. We finally facing an enemy that can fight back. Their magic is strong as well, and there were a few times when I almost was turned to paste by those fuckers. And right when we were about to win, the dogs came from underneath us and tried to fuck us all. Through it all, Marcus decided to come and help us instead of just sitting on the sidelines like most mortals would. He stood with us side by side until the very end. He even tackled a Diamond Dog before he was knocked out by it." That statement wasn't true at all, but they were still eating it up. "They almost got up back there, but we fucked them up none the less. Hell, we even killed a famous general, who is now food for the dragon we got." A few Daedra cheered at that statement. "So lets raise our glasses to the ones who have fallen......and gotten back up by the Waters of Life, and to Marcus, who despite being a puny squeamish mortal, fought much harder than any of us." He looked down at me with a smile. "To our new boss."

"TO OUR NEW BOSS!" The entire tavern erupted in cheer as they banged the glasses together against each other before gulping down whatever it is they drink. I was stunned by the speech that Kathuet gave. I didn't really deserve all the praise I was getting. Hell, I don't even deserve praises at all. I mean, sure, I saved a lot of ponies in these past couple of weeks from enslavement from another species. I took them to Stalliongrad and away from King Dainn and his goons. I even fought against a crazed general what would rather slaughter anyone that rebelled against his king than enslave them again. So in all fairness, I was a hero to everyone.

But was I really?

When I was growing up, my dad would bring home a comic book from the store next to his shop. Whether it was DC or Marvel comics, I always drank those in like one would drink coffee or wine. In these stories, the hero was either gifted with powers and helps people no matter what, or a smart tech-savvy guy with a thing for catching bad guys. They also didn't kill people, but instead either talk out their problems or throw them in jail. It was mostly the latter. Sure, it's a little childish when I think about it, but even in the real world, there are those that try to do right without killing people in general.

Was I really a hero when I mentioned these things? Maybe. Sure, I've done some good out of all of this mess, but I did it with blood and fire, literally in the sense. Besides, the caribou weren't exactly bad people. They were just following a mad king who thinks himself a god. Maybe the ends justify the means, you know? Maybe what I am doing is good, but I'm doing it in the sort of evil way.

I rubbed my temples. God, this entire fucking affair is giving me a headache. I just wish that this whole war would be over soon. I looked at the drink that was right next to my left arm. Someone must have set it right before me while I wasn't looking. The inside liquid was light yellow and sparked like it was made of gold or something. I was relucent to drink it at first, as I was technically underaged to even drink alcohol. I know that in Equestria ponies are allowed to drink at the age of eighteen, so in a way, I was old enough to drink.

I looked at the Dremora I knew for a short time. Thankfully, they didn't notice my plight. The topics switched thankfully as they talked about other things like what they would see in this new world or who can collect the most caribou scalps. I often wonder if they ever felt anything in their entire lives. In the games, they were always described as evil demons created by some evil god. Now I'm seeing them for real, they looked more human than I would have thought when I first saw them. Do they feel the same emotions as humans or ponies? Do they feel fear, hatred, sadness, or happiness? Or are they just tools with no emotions? Even if they do have the slightest bit of emotion, do they even show it? Do they even care at all?

I look down at the mug I was holding. Even if there was alcohol in it, it looked more appealing to drink now more than ever. One sip wouldn't hurt, right?

While I was busy questioning the value of life, I hardly noticed that the music stopped, and the room had gone quiet for that. It wasn't until a pair of smooth hands started to massage my shoulders that snapped me out of my thoughts. "So," A feminine voice said. "This is the infamous Lord I was hearing about?" The moment she said it, it made me shiver to the core. Her voice sounded so musical, like an opera singer out on stage performing. She slowly started massaging my shoulders, her skin feeling like a newborn baby. "I must admit, I thought you would much more.......bigger." She sounded so disappointed in me, but I didn't care. My mind was numb at the moment, like it was in a trance of sorts. She suddenly stopped and moved her hands away. I wanted her to continue, to fell her skin across my body. I whimpered as she stepped back, but she didn't even seem to notice. I felt one of her hand cup around my face and force me up from my spot. With her hand under my chin, she slowly turned me around to see her.

What I saw, face to face, was a human woman. An actual human. I didn't know how long it was since I saw another one of my kind. Felt like days, even weeks. My mind was already celebrating the fact that I wasn't alone in this world. To say that she was beautiful was an understatement of the century. She was gorgeous beyond anything I have ever seen before. She had long red hair that fell down pasted her shoulders. She had gorgeous bright blue eyes that were the color of the sky. Her red lips twisted into a smile. Her skin was paler than mine, like blood was drained from her at one point in time. She was wearing what looked like a cross between an armor and a corset, the one that Serana wears when you free her from a crypt in Skyrim. This allowed her to show off her hourglass figure that would put even the most esteemed models in my world to shame.

She smiled, and I knew something was completely wrong with her. She had two sharp teeth that looked more like miniature dagger where her canines used to be. Her eyes looked at me like I was a steak served rarely. It then clicked into my head just what she was. A pale body, dagger-like teeth, and eyes that looked at my body like a prized animal waiting to be slaughtered.

I was staring face to face with a vampire.

"My name is Scarlet, and just what is your name, hon?"