Gaiar Alata.

Called Paradise to some, it is, as some would say, a haven. It's lushes grasses and pure great trees swayed in the wind, like a dance of nature. Flowers of all kinds bloomed in the sunlight, with a few bees sucking nectar from the plants. Clouds floated lazily in the light blue sky. Ayleid ruins dot some of the landscape, with creatures of all kinds walking about. In one of these areas, some deer were seen prancing around the place, while some of them ate some grass on the ground. It is said that only those who worshipped the Daedric Prince, Mehrunes Dagon, would reside to this world when they died.

However, that doesn't seem to be the case.

A Wood Elf find himself hiding behind one of the ruins, his breath erratic and deep. He looked behind from his cover to see if his pursuers were chasing him. He saw some open fields, some deer running around, and other creatures prancing around as if nothing was going to happen. He breathed a long sigh of relief and slumped down, closing his eyes.

"Finally," He started to say between breaths. "away...........from........those..........things."

"You think?"

A blade was plunged against his throat. His eyes were wide as he saw the same demon from before, with a savage grin of his face.

Then his world turn into darkness.

Jedrus sheathed his sword as he watch the Ascended Immortal died from loss of blood. He will respawn soon, so there was nothing to be worried about if he gets bored. As a Dremora, he had an obligation to kill any mortal in the realm, even if he once served Mehrunes Dagon.

The Kyn, or Dremora as they are commonly known throughout Nirn, are monstrous humanoid knights that are above average, with a physiology of a Nord. With sneering black-and-red faces, with sometimes small stubs of horns and bearing the strongest of Daedric armor and weapons, these crimson fiends live to serve Mehrunes Dagon and to kill anyone else. Even a spellcaster would have heavy armor for some encounters.

Or at least, in the Deadlands.

Both the Deadlands and Paradise are both different from one another. Gaia Alata was created by Mankar Camoran as a place for the followers of the Mythic Dawn.

At least, that's what the book would said.

In reality, It is only a place of constant suffering for the deceased members of the cult, while Mankar Camoran and his family enjoyed a life of peace. After Mankar was killed, everyone in Cyrodiil thought that the Paradise he created would cease to exist. However, a Dremora by the name of Kathutet rallied some mages and casted a powerful spell on the realm. The spell that the mages cast states that only the book itself would have to be destroyed in order for the realm to disappear. As such, life still goes on. The Dremora in the realm would constantly hunt down the cultist and kill them, then they would respawn someplace else, and the cycle repeats. Some do it because they were bored, others for fun, while a small percent think they would drop some form of loot. Jebrus is one of those Dremora, practicing day after day to keep his skills up to date.

"Hey Jeb," A normal voice came over the hill. He groaned slightly at the sound of his nickname. He hated it, but since it wouldn't go away, he would have to endure it for a while. When people are not around, the Dremora would speak in normal voices. "did you get him?"

"Yes, I got him." Jebrus said. His voice, from an Earthlings perspective, is slightly British.

Coming up the hill, he can see his friend, Bilifulag (some call him Bill) running down the pathway. Unlike every other Dremora, both of them don't have their helmets on, showing their short horns and black-and-red faces, and they are both in the ranks of Kynval, or knights. But the similarities end. Jebrus had white hair that is tied to a pony tail with black eyes, while his friend had short black hair with green eyes.

"Aw, come on!" Bill whined. "That was my kill!"

"Oh piss off. I didn't see your name on it."

"I did put my name on it." He countered. He rolled the body on its back and pointed to his back. "See?"

Well. I'll be damned. On his back in bloody letters that looked to be carved with a Daedric dagger. "This kill is property of Bilifulg. DO NOT TOUCH! THAT MEANS YOU, KILGORE!."

"So what? He was right there. You can't expect me to just walk away from this kill." He said to his fellow Dremora.

Bill glared at Jeb, clearly upset for stealing his kill. ".......your a dick, Jeb."

"We're Dremora." He said to Bill. "It's practically in our description to be dicks. We were born that way."

After a long period of glaring at Jeb, he sighed. "I guess your right." He said in a down trotting voice.

"Hey, cheer up." He place an armor hand on his spiked shoulder. "There are plenty of more fish in the sea. Fish that are ready to be killed and eaten. In a great way. A horrible way. And that's what's great about it."

"I....guess your right." He sighed and hung his head. "I just wish that something would go my way."

He looked at his fellow comrade-in-arms with empathy. Not that the Dremora are known for feeling emotions. They were a war-like race that exist to serve a destructive god. So he decides to do what is necessary in a time like this.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

".....no"

"Are you sure?"

".....yeah."

"Do you want to muder some of the unicorns in that place with a big tree? I heard they're a great way to revel stress and depression."

Bill smiled. "......sure"

"Hey, there's that smile." He said. "Now lets get going before-"

He suddenly sensed a huge magical presence nearby. He quickly turned to the direction it came from. His partner joined him, meaning that he can sense it to. With an affirmative nod from his partner, they unsheathed their Daedric swords from their sides and quick ran to the direction the magical energy came from.

He couldn't help but smile, knowing that something interesting was happening.

"Well.......what do you think?"

"He smells like bacon."

The two Kynval's went into the Savage Gardens, a place where they sensed the magical energy. The landscape is beautiful and colorful with flowers and vegetation. Everywhere are Ayleid ruins and stone paths leading to more ruins. Usually there are Daedroths, Storm and Frost Atronachs, Clannfears, and Spider Daedras in the ruins. But it appeared the ruins were devoted of life when they have arrived. They kept their guard up as they entered the ruins. After some time searching the ruins for any since of life, they found a body in the center of the ruins, unconscious.

The individual in question is wearing strange garment that Jebrus had never seen before. He was once part of the invasion force that came through Cyrodiil, so he had seen how people in the Empire dressed and wore. But the clothes on this one were foreign to him. He looked like any other Imperial in the empire, except his skin is light-tan, but still with some white on it. But he wasn't interested in the details of the human before him. Instead, his focus is what is on the ground.

Near the human, artifacts of Daedric origin laid in a semi-circle. He recognized some of the artifacts that were presented, such as Mehrunes Razor, a dagger that can kill a person with one blow. Even a fault scrap from it would kill you, and it's soul sent to the Deadlands, Mehrunes realm. Along with those were the Welkynd Stone, a crystal with Ayleid magic. The Great Sigil Stone was one of Daedric origin, used to anchor the Great Oblivion Gate. Although it is as small as it was big, he could still sense Daedric magic coming from it. In his hands is the Mysterium Xarxes, a book that was once given to Mankor Cameron. How this human came about acquiring such an artifact was beyond questioning.

'It's no like it was sold to him by some stranger.' Last he heard, I was locked away in the Imperial Tower, under both magical and physical guard. There was no way that someone like him would acquire such a powerful object.

"I'm hungry. Lets eat him." Bill said next to him, interrupting his thoughts.

In responds, he smacked Bill in the back of the head. "No, you moron. Don't you see what he has?"

Bill pondered as he looked down at the unconscious body. He looked between the objects, then the book, then the objects again. He then turned to him. "...Nope, don't see anything."

Once again, he smacked Bill in the back of the head. "Don't you see what he has in his hand?" He pointed his armored hand to the book. "He has the Mysterium Xarxes."

"So? It's probably fake."

"If it's fake, then how did he get into this realm?"

"......Aliens."

Jebrus smack himself in the head and groaned. "Look," He started to say. "this kid has a Daedric artifact in his hands. I don't know how he got it, but he doesn't look like a regular cultist." He turned to him. "We should let our boss know about this."

"Since when do we call him 'boss'? It's not like he's going to care about this human that smells of bacon."

"Oh, I think would want to see this." He started lifting the human onto his shoulder. "Help me with this one. Take his stuff. Let's get him to the boss."

He nodded and started picking up the book with one hand and gathering the objects with another. They take the artifacts and the human, and made they're journey to the huge mountain summit.

Far away from the boundary's of Gaiar Alata, a palace stood resting among the snowy mountain side of Paradise. The building itself is of Ayleid origin, white marble with glass marble. The front of the palace consisted of a large pool in the middle, a stable to the right for conjured beasts, and a tanner to the left where they would skin any animals captured. The door to the inside of the palace had a green glass that shapes a tree on it. Several Kynmarchers are guarding the area, looking for anything to kill. Inside, the main throne room was as big as the ceiling itself. Along the steps, a throne is presented, along with a couple of tables to the side. In said throne, a Dremora by the name of Kathutet sat on the throne.

Kathutet is one of the Dremora who was sent to Mankar's Paradise by order of Mehrunes. He used to guard the exit of the Savage Gardens, until Mankar Camoran was killed. The actions of Kathutet, along with several mages, had saved Paradise from current demise. However, with Mankar Camoran dead, Kathutet stepped in as lord of this realm, until the book finds a new master. Although he is the rank of Kynval, he does posses some skill in commanding. Several Dremora didn't like the decision he made and attempted a coup. It would have worked, if it wasn't for his servant, Anaxes. He rules over the Savage Gardens, killing any Immortal he sees. The Dremora wanted him on their side, but he told him about the coupé. Days when the rebellion happened, a bunch of Dremora, along with heavily armored Immortal's, came charging at the palace where he resides. They were immediately ambushed when they arrived. Since that day, things have been running smoothly.

Kathutet sat on throne with a bored expression. He hated lording over other Dremora. Not because he cares for them, but rather that its boring. Nothing had happened since the attempted coup, and while he did enjoy some peace and quiet, it was quiet boring. If something doesn't happen, he might have had to go out and kill some Immortals to satisfy his boredom.

Just when he decided to up and leave for a hunt, the doors burst open, revealing two Kynval with one of them holding a human in strange clothing. The guards in the throne room They immediately set the human down and kneeled before him.

"Speak." He said simply. While he was annoyed at a couple of Dremora found their way to his palace, His grey eyes, fell on the human in interest. Normally, his kind would just slaughter any human that came his way.

The one that carried the human spoke first. "My lord, we found a human in some strange garment at the Savage Gardens."

"I can see that." He said, his voice stating that his patience's wearing thin. "But why would bring him here and not kill him."

"Well, sir, that's the thing." The other Dremora spoke up. "He has this Daedric artifact with him." He reached into his.....well he doesn't know, and procured a tome. Kathutet got up from his throne and went down the long steps. Once he had gotten down, he came toward the Dremora and grabbed the book from him. He looked at the book and couldn't believe his eyes.

He couldn't actually believe it. It was the Mysterium Xarxes. A book written by Mehrunes Dagon and given to Mankar Camoran. The very same book that created his Paradise, the one he was sent to.

He looked at the Dremora as the both got up from kneeling. "Where did you find him again?"

"The Savage Gardens, my lord." The Dremora from before said. "Me and my friend, Bilifulag, were patrolling around the area. But we felt some magical energy coming from the gardens, so we went there to investigate the energy signature, and then we found him." The Dremora gave him a questioning look. "If I may ask, sir. Why is it so important?"

"Because this thing," Kathutet motioned to the book. "is the Mysterium Xarxes."

The two Kynval's stared at him with wide eyes, shocked by this revelation. The one Dremora slapped the other one, Bilifulag, his name is, by the back of his head. "I told you it was the real thing."

"Ow." Bilifulag rubbed the back of his neck. "You didn't have to hurt me."

"Oh, shut up you big baby. I was right and you were wrong. So suck it."

Bilifulag murmured something under his breath while he continued to rub the back of his head, sending glares his way. Kathutet almost laughed at the display, but he still had a reputation to uphold in this realm. "Enough! There is no time for games. We have an opportunity here."

"What do you mean?" They both questioned.

Kathutet walked over to one of the Ayleid mosaic windows, the sunlight glistened on his armor. He looked over throughout the whole realm itself. From the fleeing Immortals to the wildlife. "It means," A mischievous grin was soon plastered on his face. "we found a new master."