Ch.71

[Middas, 23rd Hearthfire, 4E: 221]

“I think that, even though we trained hard to get to this point, the Oghma Infinium is still totally cheating reality.” I commented from where Shade and I were resting to catch our breath near where we’d blown up the gatehouse. That was a rush! I mean, I remember being such a coward before this adventure really started. Now I’m almost eager to test myself against these odds.

“Yeah. We just did a legendary feat, sis. We bashed through the enemy with our hands, feet, tails and spells, then cracked open their defenses. We’re epic.” Shade held up a hand and I high-fived her, but we’re both tuckered out from that sprint to the gate. A few more minutes.

“If they don’t give us a statue or other commemoration, I’ll be shocked. The people of Tamriel do love their Heroes.” I chuckled with bitter humor. As much as I enjoyed this, I would still much prefer a peaceful life of smithing or teaching. I’ve found that I really love teaching.

“Hey, sis?” I looked at her and she seemed introspective. “I liked that. A lot. It feels kinda empty though once it’s over. I think I like studying magic and how to destroy people more than actually doing it.” I patted Shade on the back for her mature self-reflection.

“I’m of the same mind. I prefer teaching others how to destroy people more than doing it myself, but that thrill, the rush. It’s intoxicating while it lasts.” I shared an evil chuckle with my sister before we stood up from where we sat in a corner away from enemies. “Alright, let's get down there and thin the herd.” We limbered up and kissed before we leaped over the edge.

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“N-now hold on a minute!” Brennie frantically gesticulated at the bowing Skaven, who had proudly boasted of Brennie’s divinity and her status as their goddess, Wiatr’s, wife. “You can’t just bring this shit up in the middle of a battle!” Oh no~! The heady sensation was ranging towards pleasant ASMR tingles!

“Well, it isn’t like it’s much of a secret.” Golnis shrugged casually while Birnil nodded and Miun-La waved the matter off as he listened to reports from a pegasus scout on the situation. “You ooze divinity like the Tribunal did when they were living gods. Nearly any dunmer who lived before The Nerevarine came could tell.”

“Your majesty, I think it’s best to just accept the fact you might be worshiped or venerated here.” One of the Defenders told her, but Brennie grumbled at the notion. “Don’t get all huffy about it, whether you like it or not, people will decide on their own.”

“But I don’t want people finding out about my divinity.” Brennie whined as she felt scared at the fact that some of the locals might start preaching about her to everyone else.

“A bit late for that, ma’am. The Temple of the Divines in Lilmoth allows other validated deities to be given sermons and several of my mer and womer who were once devout followers of the Tribunal have been listening to one of those Ehlnofey who keep bothering you preach your virtues once a week.” Golnis apologized without any actual regret, if anything he had the gall to be amused! “The preacher said it was something about empowering Talos.”

“Damn it. Oh, fine! I’ll accept them so long as they don’t try to fucking rewrite me into something I’m not!” Brennie demanded in frustration, despite knowing from experience that rumors and hearsay fly faster than bullets or reason.

“What? Like you’re essentially Dibella in a living vessel despite not sharing any spheres of influence with her? The ladies are all so oddly envious of your Beauty. Why don’t you return to being male? Surely the effects aren’t as severe.” Birnil suggested and Brennie was about to reply, when she wondered why she didn’t even consider that before. Oh, right, Felsa.

“Besides the fact I have a passenger in my womb? I don’t fucking know.” Brennie sighed in defeat since she’s going to be stuck as a female for a whole year.

“You’re not helping your case, ma’am. By the way, we’ve cleared most of the hills outside the city and soon we’ll be able to fully take advantage of Shay and Rei’s push to the nearest gate.” Miun-La informed her with full seriousness.

“Good, because the sooner we kick Molag in the taint, the sooner we can all go home.” Brennie huffed and wished she could go to the front herself. All this incredible sensation was making her antsy, filling her with a vicious and eager bloodlust that was frustratingly similar to being horny, only instead it was for the thrill of battle. This parallel frustrated her more. “Oh, fuck me.”

“Hm, maybe another time…I mean-uh?” Miun-La stuttered after realising what he just said and tried to save face.

“Yeah, afterwards.” Brennie stated as her Defenders and Gunner all laughed at the Guard Captain, who was absolutely flustered. Gods above, why did he say that?! Why did she agree?!

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“Ah, hah, it’s about time you, hah, got here…” I panted as the frontline of the troops finally penetrated the daedra trying to hold the gate when pincered on two sides, one by them, the other by Shade and I. We’ve been in a frantic kung-fu and magic battle totally surrounded for maybe a half-hour by now. I was tired, but at the same time, the rush of it~.

“It’s not our fault you two wanted the glory of destroying the enemy so badly before the rest of us.” One of Brennie’s people spoke up and-holy fuck that armor~! The craftsmanship of it was singing to me~! Inspiration! “But, then again, we have to move quickly to save your child.”

“Daniel told us that it wasn’t torture as much as Molag would like it to be, but yeah, let’s hurry and get my niece or nephew out of Coldharbour and kick these assholes out of Mundus.” Shade agreed as she recovered quicker due to her Restoration magic. I need to learn that.

“Here, drink this potion. It’ll get you back up.” Another one spoke, but unlike the first he looked more like a Tank with all that firepower he was carrying. He passed me a bottle full of some hot turquoise glowing liquid inside that honestly looked like magicka-infused milk or cum.

“Thanks.” I told him as I took the bottle, pulling the cork out and downed the contents. Nearly in an instant, I was invigorated and rejuvenated! It tasted like the best thing ever and I thought I might burst-! “Graaaagh~!” I roared as I unleashed my true form and somehow punched through the closed, yet unlocked gates! I feel so powerful! Die puny daedra! I don’t know or care why you’re so tiny, you’re between me and my baby~!

Shade gawked after her sister and looked up at the alien soldiers. “Give me one too!”

“Give these fuckers Hell!” Quickly supplying her with one, Shade skulled it. “Everyone back up and let them have at it!” He shouted moments before Shade’s body exploded like her sister’s and allowed a towering crocodilian hulk of a hyper-busty thicc-bootied and thighed hourglass-figured atronach to roar at the sky before rushing after her sister and finishing the destruction of the metal gate. “Let Queen Berserker know it’s a good idea to move in now!”

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“You did know I was just saying things, right?” Brennie quietly asked Miun-La as they followed the crew moving the forward operating base just within the wall of the Clockwork City.

“In retrospect, yes.” Miun-La replied with a shrug.

“So you wanna…?” Brennie wasn’t...opposed to it, just...not used to being approached by someone she didn’t already know intimately. Felsa didn’t count, they were basically in a relationship with how the assassin stalked her and Brennie tolerated and then enjoyed her.

“Fraternization, while frowned upon, is not against any rules…” Miun-La muttered.

“I’m kinda turbo-married, dude.” That didn’t stop her or any of her wives, but if he had reservations about trying to get down and dirty with a married woman, she felt a responsibility to make sure he knew that beforehand.

“You’re too attractive not to try.” Miun-La replied and Brennie felt flattered.

“Whoa...that’s...wow.” Brennie was completely stumped. She probably should’ve expected this, but she didn’t really know who would try their luck with her. Most everyone else she’s met was either intimidated by her or had too many hang-ups to go through with approaching her. Well, when she was male for the majority of the time at least. “Uh...let’s put that as a maybe.”

“I’d admit, initially I was quite furious with you for taking over my jurisdiction, but you’ve proven capable at your job when you aren’t away on leisure, which is more than I can ask. I am still single because I’m married to my job. I believe this may help me shed my old scales and try something new.” Miun-La said as he approached the table some soldiers had set down. “Now, since we’re inside the Clockwork City properly, the Clockwork Soldiers should be more helpful.”

“Not like we need them with those two legends plowing on through.” Birnil commented with a gesture at the rapidly decaying daedra corpses strewn everywhere in bits and pieces. “I hope that brother of yours is keeping up with them, General Berserker.”

“Don’t worry, I am. Although I’m just kicking back and recording the massacre these two are doing. Seriously, this is awesome!” Hunter replied with a chuckle, which freaked Birnil and the other locals out. Brennie knew that telepathy and other ways to communicate exist here, but most people have forgotten Mysticism, also known as The Old Way, exists.

“Okay, while that’s happening, let’s plan our next move.” Brennie brought their attention back.

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When the incredible high I got from drinking that awesome stuff ended, I was floating off the ground as my true form tended to. However, I could tell something was off. A look down revealed my tits were even bigger than usual in this form. Easily the size of small beach balls. However, my limbs were longer, my body much larger in general.

“Sis. This was awesome, but I hope we’re not stuck like this or stuck having this as our only transformation.” I turned to look at Shade when she spoke. Whoa. I didn’t realize how much more anthro our beast forms really were. Sis was like a sized-up argonians without feathers or horns and with a crocodile head instead of a saurian one. Also the floaty atronach stuff.

“Same. I like how elegant we originally were or how brutal we were in our beast state. This is an epic fusion of the two, but I hope we can pick and choose later.” I nodded and then looked around at the plaza where the Great Dark Anchor was set up. Wow. We blasted past the guardians and savaged them all? The sound of fighting throughout the city at least assures there are more of them, just not here right now.

“You two need to calm down.” We turned to Neethsi, who was approaching with her mace drawn and her armor splattered with daedra blood that was dripping from her mace. “Go in there with a clear head, I’ll stay on this side to keep reinforcements from building back up.”

“Thanks, honey.” I smooched her helmet and then flew at the portal, where I suffered the strain this put on my tethered soul. When we arrived, unlike before where it was a courtyard, this time it was tucked against a wall near a pit of molten metal. Also unlike before; there were tons of daedra! This was clearly the next wave meant to come through the portal, but now Shade and I were suddenly all that stood in their way.

“Intruders! Kill them! Send them back to their master!” A Xivilai ordered once the surprise had faded and they surged towards us, believing we must be proper atronachs.

“Need some help?” We turned to see Hunter coming through the portal. He had some sort of energy-blade sword, shaped like a katana that had runes on it. “Let me handle them.” He rushed in front of us and began eviscerating the daedra.

I promptly closed my eyes to focus on my connection to my child. I got three pings, the nearest was on the opposite side of the pool of molten metal. Shade and I flew over the heads of the horde and over the metal, dodging between floating rocks until we reached the cradle holding my sleeping fox kit. They were curled up on themselves too much to tell gender.

That could wait. I promptly ripped the cradle free and carried it over my head as I ran on the air above the metal. “Hunter! Get ready to run!” I shouted at him as Shade helped clear a path through the busy horde.

“The Pinion! No! Stop them! Stop them!” The desperate plea of the daedra commander was answered, because I gasped and stopped dead before looking down at the sword that had punched through my back and between my breasts. It was a katana, but a ghostly one that seemed to drink in my glowing magicka blood.

“Sis! No!” Shade wailed and rushed towards me, but I tossed the cradle holding my baby at her for her to catch. “Meen-Rei!”

“T-take care of-.” The blade suddenly ripped upwards and all became pain, then blissful Oblivion...

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I woke up, feeling the fresh agony of my death inside of a leather chamber curled against the dynamo holding my soul. C-cool...I just died, but didn’t. Cool. I’m gonna take a nap now…

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Brennie was filled with horror, then cold fury when she remembered that Meen-Rei turned herself into a Pariah to ensure Molag Bal couldn’t claim her soul. She may have died, but she’ll be able to return with her soul intact. But still...Brennie cannot let this go, she won’t let Molag get away with this. “Time to send my own message.” Brennie stated coldly as she called in her Crusaders, ordering them to storm through the portal.

“General?” Miun-La said in shock as he took her hand. “Is this wise?”

“We can’t let him get away with this. I don’t care if it’s a little petty victory for him, I want payback. I want that arrogant asshole to know that even in his realm, he’s not safe from me. He will never be safe.” Brennie declared firmly as she gripped his hand, but avoided breaking it. Miun-La and the other commanders knew better than to try and stop her after witnessing the destruction her people wrought upon the enemy. “So I’ll take that piece of his realm from him.”

A wrathful woman is a motivated one and she was motivated to take something from Molag Bal.

Hunter’s guards have already set up a teleporting system for her Crusaders to come in and rush through the portal. Hunter himself was still in Oblivion, covering for Shade to escape with the little fox child, clearly looking distraught at watching her sister die while the child cried. This sent the Crusaders into what the other Factions appropriately dubbed; a Murder Frenzy.

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Hunter urgently cleared a path for a tearful Shade to run through with the crying child, but magical shackles ensnared the cradle/cage to the very air and Shade desperately tried to pull her niece or nephew to freedom as the iron-masked snow-furred black-garbed woman who had killed Meen-Rei neared.

Hunter managed to push the horde away with telekinesis and drew a line in the stone. “Approach to die or flee to fight another day.” The enemy laughed at this, for unlike even Demons, Daedra were truly immortal. They rushed at him as before, even trying to get at Shade, who desperately guarded her late sister’s child from being retaken. Thankfully, Hunter didn’t need to resort to more drastic measures because an army of raving psychopaths poured through the portal into Coldharbour. They ripped and tore through all that stood in their path.

Everything fell into complete chaos when the daedra were caught off guard by the invaders. Ones that sought out their death and blood on the metallic fiery wings of vengeance that flew above the battlefield before they came crashing down on top of them. Or come charging right at them with their weapons, roaring hatred to annihilate the ones that hurt their ruler, their leader, their goddess. This wasn’t an army of mortals, this was a legion of demigods.

“RIP AND TEAR!” They screamed as they carved through their ranks. The daedra, however, unlike mortal enemies, still rushed to their slaughter to try and take the mortals with them. This only allowed them to be brutally butchered.

This allowed Hunter to duel the bitch who had killed his sister’s friend. She was a fierce warrior, wielding a katana that passed through his weapons and armor, forcing him to dodge every strike or pay for it with blood. “Alright, time to use that one.” Putting his Crucible away, the twat took this opportunity to strike at him, only for her sword to be parried away by his new one.

“So you can block Darkdrift now. It matters not. Lord Molag Bal will have your soul and relish in tormenting you for eternity!” The woman declared as she continued to calmly swing and parry his own attacks.

“He’ll have to settle for nothing, but I’ll settle for yours if this cursed sword of mine can take it. If not, humiliating you is the next best thing.” Hunter retorted as he pushed her back.

“Then you too will settle for nothing. My Lord has made me experience humiliation and pain beyond mortal comprehension. My soul was never mine to begin with.” The woman declared moments before a soul-hurting roar echoed through the very air and Hunter noticed that Shade had managed to pry apart some of the bars of the cage cradle enough to get the child out of it.

“You will not take this one from me!” The rumbling wrathful voice hurt the ears and made a person’s bowels squirm. The voice was soon matched to a towering monster that matched the depictions of the King of Rape as he materialized from the very air.

“Fuck You~!” Roared the Crusaders right back at Molag Bal, only for him to wave his hand and the frontline of the stalwart soldiers were chained to the ground and together, forming a wall between the rest of them. Molag had his champion at his side, while Hunter was all that stood between the Daedric Prince and Shade cradling the child.

“Yuria. Reclaim the Pinion or you’ll spend the next perceivable eternity in agony!” Molag ordered his champion as he approached Hunter with a wicked, cruel ebony mace in hand. “Your soul will be mine, mortal!”

“Not a mortal, dumbass. You know, for a God, you’re not all that impressive.” Hunter mocked as he shook his head before looking back at the Crusaders, who were pulling on their chained bondage. “By the way what are those chains made out of?”

“I will not bother to answer your question, slave.” Molag replied as he raised his mace, only for a powerful force to pull Hunter and all the soldiers through the portal. “No! Yuria, seize the child!” Molag shouted in clear panic before Shade, who had used a massive telekinesis spell to yank the others to safety, then threw the crying child through and the portal collapsed as Shade fell to her hands and knees. “You will suffer!”

“Yeah. How about no?” Shade summoned a dagger and stabbed it through her skull, her body falling to the ground and dissolving like her sister’s had.

Yuria barely had a moment to think before her Lord crushed her into a pulp with his mace while roaring incoherently in rage.

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