Darkness consume (open)

On the outskirts of the Imperial City, in the wilderness of the heartlands, opened up a large human-sized portal. Inside had swirling darkness. If someone were to look at it, they would be staring into the abyss. Bandits came across the road and saw the portal. Curiously they went towards it then out came a dark figure. It was wearing a trench coat and the portal closed behind it. The raiders smiled before saying

"Yee-haw boys, we got another victim, now hear me now boy, you better hand over all yer gold pieces of ya want to live."

The figured looked at the men with it's tainted blood red eyes. It pulled down the hood of it's cloak to show that the figure didn't have a face. This was the daedric prince of darkness, Amatsu. Amatsu put his hand out and the raiders looked at him curiously

"I told'ya, you either give us yer gold pieces, or we gonna kill you."

The bandit smiled with a twisted smile and the bloodlust in his eyes while Amatsu's hand turned into claws and he grabbed the face of the leader. He looked deep within his eyes before crushing the very skull. The other bandits pulled out their weapons when they looked at Amatsu while he said nothing. He walked closer to them and looked into their eyes. At the same time, the bandits were backpedaling slowly, glaring back into the deep red pits. The eyes was drawing something into their souls, taking the very darkness of their souls and re-animating it in front of the bandits, showing a black doppleganger of themselves but with the same red pits as Amatsu.

The bandits panicked while they attacked the shadows of themselves while Amatsu slowly walked into the Imperial City. In the distance you can hear the screams of the bandits as the very darkness in their souls, kills them, and with their soul released, the dopplegangers dispel into the air.

Amatsu went into the feed back and sat down at the bar. He remained silent while everyone looked at him with his hood up, covering up the fact that he was made out of pure darkness.

Dugal was walking along the rooftops, again. He was savoring the fact that no one else seemed to see the potential of the rooftops as a travel option, so he used them to get around without akward questions being asked. He eventually spotted a bar, and scrambled down, walking out of the alley and into the bar. He looked around, pulling his hood back and sitting down at the bar beside some hooded man. He ordered himself a drink and watched the bartender go about his work, wary of any tricks he would attempt. He got his drink, payed a few coins for it, and began working his way through it, letting part of his mind drift, while another part warned him something wasn't normal about the man beside him. He finished his drink, finally tired of the strange feeling he had about the man beside him, ordered another and moved off to the corner, to try and finish his drink in peace. Several minutes later, a group of rowdy drunks. who he suspected had been kicked out of higher class dive, staggered in, yelling and pushing each other around. There leader, he suspected, crashed on his table and sent his drink across it and hit someone nearby. Everyone got quiet, as they saw a fight in the making. Dugal stood up, and looked at the drunk as he pushed himself up.

"Well, that was rather rude, I think you should be buying me another drink."

The drunk pulled a dagger, and waved unsteadily, sluring and glaring at Dugal.

"Yea..yea and wh..what if..if I dont..?!?"

Dugal looked at the drunk, unimpressed, and rallied back.

"I would suppose I would have to dispose of you then, but that would get blood all over this good barkeeps estabilishment."

The drunk slurred something again and fell over, passed out. Dugal sighed, and looked at his most sober looking buddy, who went and ordered him another drink, bringing it back and carrying his slumbering pal off. He sat back down, and resumed drinking.

Amatsu looked at the ruckus before the drunk came back and brought reinforcements. One of the following drunks dripped and had his drink fly over to the bar where Amatsu caught it. He raised it above his head before tilting it forward, having the liquid drain out of the glass. It poured out steadily as it dissipated with in the swirling darkness that is Amatsu's face. He got up before stepping up. It seemed like he grew from an average man, to a giant of a man. He was now around 8 feet tall, close to 9 feet while he lumbered over to the drunks who looked at him

"Mo-mo-move out.....of the the way, we gots *hic* a bbbbone to pick with *hic* that man at the bar.

Amatsu didn't flinched while the drunk took out his dagger. Amatsu only said one word, but it was laced with ice and demonic

".....consume...."

Small dark tendrils sneaked their ways through the long, black cloak and struck inside the drunks. They yelped in pain while it was like a darkness was slowly crawling over their body. Their screams were soon muffled when it finally covered their whole body. Their bodies shrivels up and they fell to the floor, having them shatter in hundreds of pieces. Amatsu growled before looking at everyone who is probably eying him by now. The Daedric Prince of Darkness has now let himself known.

Dugal watched the drunks come back, having let his hand drift to the hilt of his sword, but the hooded man interfered, in a rather disturbing way. He heard the muttered consume, then watched the shadows eat the drunks alive. This triggered his brain, and he didnt get up, rather just kicked back and looked at the Daedric Prince of Darkness, while finishing his drink.

"Well, Prince of Darkness, seeing you out and about means something big is about to happen."

He didn't let himself be cowed, or show fear, or he would be walked all over. So he just looked at the Daedric Prince dead center, no pun intended. They said fortune favored the bold, but he was pushing the line between bold and crazy.

He sat upon a bench in a cold, dank cell, littered with rotten hay and excrement. Rusted-iron restraints bound his calloused wrists. He felt weak from being under-nourished. It was a miracle that under such poor conditions after all these years that he had not contracted dysentery.

His Khajiit master Ral-Kimas viewed him as nothing more then property. It irritated Ral that his slave had to be feed, let alone be clothed; he thought the silver it cost to feed his slave, could be best suited elsewhere. So he gave his slave only enough to keep him alive and no more. The vast winnings that Ragnar had won went directly to his master and was quickly spent on his masters addictions. His masters greed was rivaled only by his love for skooma.

Ragnar sat picking at the locking mechanism of the restraints with a sliver of scrap metal he had found. For years he had tried to unlock the restraints with no avail. But the click of success surprised him. He sat stunned for but a moment. Then moved to the iron bars of his cell. He knew his master was gone, most likely at his home, high on his beloved skooma.

He turned the wooden bench over and slid it underneath the bottom of the cell door. Lifting one end, the half pin-barrel hinges broke free from the frame and the cell door fell with a sharp thud. His freedom meant getting past the two guards at the entrance of the Arena. So he scoured his surroundings and found an iron warhammer. It was heavy for his weakened state, but it was the only weapon around. He moved passed sleeping gladiators and made his way towards the entrance. The guards were complacent, and were sitting at a small table playing cards. Sadly he could not just sneak past; they would notice. He would be damned if he remained a slave and these men would not stand in his way. As stealthily as he could, Ragnar moved towards one of the guards with hammer held high. The hammer struck the helm of the closest guard, driving it down and sent blood down upon the guards shoulders, the lifeless body slumped upon the table.

Horrified, the guard paused for but a moment in disbelief, only to come to his senses just in time to watch the hammer strike for a seconds time. The hammer connected against the side of the second guards helm, staining the wall red with blood.

He had killed before and felt no remorse for killing these guards. Leaving the Arena, he was driven by his desire for revenge. But first he had to find some food.

The Daedric Prince of Darkness shrunk down to a 6 foot more humanoid shape. His muscles shrank as he grew less bulky. Amatsu looked at the man who was previously sitting beside him. It seemed Amatsu gave himself away, but it doesn't matter, it will spread the word of fear throughout Cyrodil. Amatsu looked around at the other patrons of the bar before saying in his demonic voice

"Everyone....out.....except.....you."

Amatsu pointed a shadowy finger at Dugal when everyone cleared out of the room immediately, not wanting to witnessing the dark tormenting actions the now known Prince of Darkness was going to commit. The moment everyone was cleared out, Amatsu turned towards Dugal with his piercing red eyes

"It seems you welcome the shadows, mortal, you may come to use to me, in due time."

Amatsu turned to the door before putting his dark hands out and said in a dark tone

"....Corrupt...."

Tendrils of pure masses of darkness spread through out the tavern, making its way through the woodwork. Everywhere the dark touched, spread the darkness throughout the bar. The darkness warped everything, bringing out the darkness of even the inanimate objects, twisting, contorting the very room both Dugal and Amatsu was standing in. Amatsu was about to sit when a shadow like throne came up from under him and formed a seat. Amatsu looked at Dugal. He asked

"If your interested mortal, i might have a job for you to do, but that is if you choose to accept it."