Inconceivable Reality ( Main Story )

In the middle of Rifton, in the center of the plaza.

Miraak's group could be seen in front of the city's powerful men.

When Vuduin Aeroris, the city's King, finished talking, Miraak just stared at him.

He knew where his arrogance came from.

He knew about the Snow Elven's Empire Pact.

But, it didn't matter.

"... Looks like you misunderstood something," Miraak said slowly leaving the platform toward Vuduin Aeroris.

Each step made everyone present feel something's wrong.

Alaion, the City's Captain.

The Merchants' group.

Even Vuduin Aeroris felt it.

But he just brushed it off.

After all, he was a 'Protected' individual.

But, Miraak continued walking, staring at Vuduin Aeroris's soul.

Empire or not.

Weak or Strong.

It was Miraak.

There was no word such as 'Coward' in his vocabulary.

He was the judge, jury, and executioner.

When Miraak was about halfway, his body started to levitate.

His small stature slowly arrived at the King's stature.

Finally arriving in front of him, Miraak could see the King still smiling, convinced that nothing could harm him.

"... We're not equals," Miraak said bored.

As he stared at Vuduin Aeroris's eyes, a reddish and purplish glow appeared on Miraak's eyes.

...

Inside Aeroris's Royal Palace, in the King's bedroom, Vuduin Aeroris woke up.

Slowly leaving the room, he frowned.

He didn't remember what he was doing, he didn't remember what he needed to do.

As he walked on the long corridors, he finally arrived at his destination.

The Throne's room.

Finally remembering something, he thought 'Oh... Wasn't today the day that Qinyra's gives some... fresh meat?'

Licking his lips, he sat on the throne, waiting.

As if it was natural, someone entered the room.

Elmar Qinyra entered the room.

Smiling, he said to the King, "... The fresh meat is ready to eat... Follow me."

Licking his lips again, Vuduin Aeroris said, "Let's go then."

But, he didn't notice.

Everywhere he couldn't see with his own eyes, there was nothing.

Pure darkness.

When he left the room, the room itself disappeared.

Each step he took was another step to the unlimited darkness.

As he followed 'Elmar Qinyra', he, strangely enough, returned to his bedroom's door.

Even more strangely, Vuduin Aeroris didn't seem surprised or confused.

It was as if it was all obvious.

"... They're inside the bedroom. Enjoy yourself." 'Elmar Qinyra' smiled as he gestured to the King to enter the room.

Smiling, like a child that finally gained his long waited gift, he opened the door with long steps, smiling all the way.

But, when he entered the room, he saw it.

Muscles.

Muscular Men everywhere.

"Wh-" He said surprised but before he could finish, a huge muscular hand tapped his shoulder.

"Elmar Qinyra!! What is going on!?!? Stop joking around!!" He yelled in desperation as he turned around toward Elmar Qinyra.

But, when he turned around, there was no Elmar Qinyra.

Only a small child, 'staring' at him.

Although her blonde hair covered her face, he immediately recognized her.

His first 'Fresh Meat'.

As he remembered who she was, more and more children appeared behind the first one.

As the room's door slowly closed, he could feel it.

All the emotions they had experienced.

Fear.

Confusion.

Pain.

As more and more muscular hands pushed him inside the room, he finally saw someone behind all the children.

A child with blonde hair and pure blue eyes.

In the middle of all the darkness, it was impossible to not notice him.

As the doors were about to fully close, the child stared and said, "... Enjoy yourself."

"No!!!" Finally remembering everything, he shouted in desperation as the door finally fully closed.

Inside the room, everything someone could imagine happened.

****.

Castration.

Dismemberment.

As Vuduin Aeroris finally 'Died' and closed his eyes, he suddenly woke up again!

Inside Aeroris's Royal Palace, in the King's bedroom again.

Although he remembers the pain he suffered, he didn't remember when, where, and how.

It was as if his soul was being damaged.

So, it repeated.

And it repeated.

And it repeated.

Days became Weeks.

Weeks became months.

Months became years.

Years became decades.

Decades became Centuries.

Centuries became Millenniums.

And it repeated.

And it repeated.

His New Reality began.

His New Inconceivable Reality began.

...

Back at Rifton Plaza.

"... We're not equals," Miraak said bored.

As he stared at Vuduin Aeroris's eyes, a reddish and purplish glow appeared on Miraak's eyes.

Before anyone could understand what was going on, some kind of Black energy, invisible to everyone, left Miraak's right small hand and entered Vuduin Aeroris's body.

Necromancy.

A sub-school of Conjuration and it particularly deals with enslavement and utilization of involuntary souls and their bodies.

Miraak wasn't thousands upon thousands of years old for nothing.

He had a library of spells of different schools in his head.

And of course, Taboo Magic such as Necromancy and Flesh Magic was inside it too.

Vuduin Aeroris's body slightly trembled as it started to slowly come back to the land of the living.

Alaion, the City's Captain, was starting to feel something was strange, so he asked Vuduin Aeroris, "... Are you okay, Your Majesty?"

Vuduin Aeroris's body suddenly stopped trembling and his lifeless's eyes suddenly started to glow in 'life'.

"... Yes. I'm okay." Vuduin Aeroris responded to Alaion.

In Vuduin Aeroris's eyes, there was nothing more and nothing less than trust and loyalty as he stared at Miraak.

Smiling at the living corpse, Miraak sighed.

Empowered Dead Thrall.

Although it sounded extremely powerful, it wasn't.

It was just a modified Dead Thrall so Miraak could change some details.

For example, the spell didn't revive Vuduin Aeroris's Magicka's pool or his Magic expertise.

Miraak changed it so he could revive Vuduin Aeroris's personality.

The perfect puppet.

As long he didn't encounter any danger, he could have a permanent Snow Elven Puppet.

Turning around and walking to the platform again, he stared at the Merchant group and the Captain of the City.