570 Prophecy Pulped
"Tyranny of the Sun THIS!" Serana shouts as she kicks the prone and mangled Snow Elf for the nth time.
*THUD!*
"Ruin my family THIS!"
*THUD!*
"Lure my father THIS!"
*THUD!*
"Hurt my mother THIS!"
"You ruined my life you bastard! So I'm going to send you to Auriel in pieces!" she hisses furiously, scaring the Snow Elf judging by the widening of what was left of his eyes.
Michael crosses his arms at the side, "Man, this guy can take some punishment... I thought I went to hard splattering his head but... Are all vampires this durable?" he can't help but ask.
"Hah... Hah... Only the old ones, the older the vampire the stronger they ARE-" she stomps on the Snow Elf once more, shattering the half-healed spine. "Hah... This one has been sitting under the sun for however long, giving him incredible regenerative abilities... But not much ELSE!" she hits him again.
"That's interesting... So, vampires adapt to how they liv-*ahem*, exist, then? So, if a vampire spend thousands of years doing gymnastics..."
Serana gives a vicious smirk, emphasized by the blood covering her face, "Then we'd have the most stretchy vampire ever."
"Then, your father? Best vampire at sitting?" he jokes.
"Hahaha! Probably! I doubt he gets up to much else with his servants doing everything for him!" she glances to the slightly blushing Saeko, "Do you want in on this? I could use a break?"
"You've been beating that puddle of flesh for hours now, it stands to reason you'd want a breather..." she says and steps towards the reforming body, her gait morosely upbeat.
A mouth reforms... "*Blurbble*I-, am-, V-Vyyyrrrtthuuu-"
*Stomp!*
*Splatter!*
"Just as big of a disappointment as the game..." Michael can't help but remark before shaking his head and turning to Serana, "What about your mother then? She'd been trapped in the Soul Cairne doing god knows what for however long." he smiles mischievously, "Think she's been flicking the bean this who-"
*Thud*
He ducks out of the way as Serana sends another punch at him, "Gross! That's my mother, Michael!"
"That's not a no!"
"She's a vampire! She'd have better luck chewing her fingers off to feel something!"
"Alright, alright!" he capitulates and slows down, allowing one more punch before asking, "Seriously though, is she now an omega necromancer vampire or something?"
Serana sniffs, "Maybe? But since you've crippled any kind of summoning or Conjuration magic there's no point in hoping for anything... You should definitely stay away from her once we free her as well since you've pretty much ruined her life's work and ambition."
"Good advice. Don't be upset if I keep my distance then."
The pulping of Vyrthur continues for three or four more hours until Serana finally gets bored. His regeneration wasn't infinite, but she was managing the amount of damage she was dealing and how fast she was inflicting it.
Every minute the girls got more... Creative... He was their fleshy puddle of playdoh, and there was much they thought up on the spot. A woman scorned was dangerous, but if Serana was only scorned then Michael was the flying spaghetti monster...
Obviously, the Snow Elf soon began begging for death, something Michale was happy to grant.
"Let's put you out of your misery then." Michael remarks as he walks over to the vampire.
"Like a sickly dog, how does it feel to have your plans all fail at the last moment, cur? We'll dedicate your death, your wealth, everything you've left to Auriel." Serana growls.
"H-how do you know my ambitions... My revenge...?" Vyrthur asks from his knees as he heals, his body's regenerations slowing to the point that his skin looked more like slimy putty.
Michael smiles, "Auriel told me so." he says before wreathing Derflinger in flames, assisted by an altered Fire Breath shout from Derflinger, before shoving it into the vampire's chest and finally ending him.
...
Once Vyrthur's life comes to an end, the sound of scraping and mechanical churning could be heard as the magical doorway forms from the floor. Gelebor steps out of it, walking past the floating, glowing bow in the centre and greeting them with a deep bow.
"So, you've solved what ails my brother... You have my eternal gratitude."
"I hate to break it to you, but your brother was a vampire..." he shakes his head, "I'll leave Serana to explain it to you." he says, not wanting to go through what was basically the same conversation you'd have in the game. He walks past the elf and takes Auriel's Bow in hand, weighing it and looking it over with an analytical eye.
Thankfully, it seemed far better than what the game suggested... It was far above any ebony bow he'd come across, and any daedric bow for that matter. It was a divine Aedric artifact so that only made sense of course.
It felt more powerful than most of the daedric artifacts too, which isn't a surprise considering how few Aedric Artifacts there actually were in comparison. The only one that maybe could match it was actually the Skeleton Key... Or Barbas, if you could consider him an artifact?
He pulls the string of the bow and gapes as it begins glowing, a bright white magical arrow knocking."Now, how do I undo this...?" he asks while pulling the string back and forth...
"So my brother... Plotted every-" Gelebor quietly starts but is interrupted as white projectile shoots past his shoulder and hits a nearby wall before exploding in a bright flash of light. At this, Serana visibly winces in pain with her pale skin reddening.
...
They all look at Michael with dull faces.
"Sorry? Just testing it out... It doesn't exactly come with an instruction manual." he retorts.
Gelebor lets out a sigh and shakes is head, "Do not play with it. It is an artifact created by Auriel himself, and could bring about our world's doom if misused!"
"Does shooting bandits in the face count as misuse?"
Gelebor rubs his twitching face in sheer exasperation, "Thousands of years and this is the claimant, Auriel guide me."
