WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS FUCKED UP ON MULTIPLE LEVELS AND CONTAINS SEVERAL TRIGGERS, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU
Song: My Child by Disturbed

After about two weeks of doing tasks for the Daedric Princes, I only had one left to do. Molag Bal's task. I wasn't excited about it at all, I mean it's fucking Molag Bal we're talking about here. Not Meridia or something.

Out of the seventeen Daedric Princes, Molag Bal and Mehrunes Dagon were the most intimidating to me. Mehrunes Dagon because he's the Prince of Destruction, and he has some severe anger issues. And Molag Bal because he's the King of Rape, the Prince who is known to corrupt souls, things like that. Granted I admit, vampires are pretty cool. Well, the Skyrim vampires are pretty cool.

As for the tasks; Azura had me kill this one dude who was trying to put his soul into her star, Boethia had me kill her former champion, Clavicus Vile had me talk this one guy into taking this pill thing under the impression it would make his dick bigger. Apparently it was his wish to Clavicus Vile. Sad if you ask me. But it ended up.. Well... Clavicus Vile is known to twist wishes around to make the person who made the wish regret it. Well, he ended up crushing himself to death with it. Let's leave it at that...

Hermaues Mora had me get a book for him, Jyggalag had me organize a room(which was hell putting it lightly. I had to be the least orderly and organized person in the realm), Malacath had me kill some giants who had overrun his shrine, Mehrunes Dagon had me fight some of his dremoras, Mephala had me kill someone with the Ebony Blade(which is heavier than it looks), Meridia had me kill a necromancer and their undead, Namira had me eat some flesh(apparently she likes me so she took it easy on me), Nocturnal had me steal a key to a safe without killing the dude who had the key (I ended up waiting for him to be asleep then I took the key and gave it to Nocturnal), Peryite had me help him spread his plague to get him more Afflicted servants, Sanguine challenged me to a drinking contest then we went around doing things like letting a herd of sheep into this one guy's house, etc.

Now all that was left was Molag Bal's task, I had somewhat of an idea of what he might do. Maybe corrupt someone like his quest in Oblivion, maybe make a priest of Boethia give their soul to him like in Skyrim. Hopefully something like that, anything else is just terrifying.

Sheo took a notice of my nervousness and had a bit of a solution. There's a ritual that can be done to bind a mortal soul to a Daedric Prince. Though this binding ritual doesn't require trust between the individuals.

So we did the ritual so I had a secondary bind to him that could only be broken if Sheo wanted the binding to be broken.

Later on that night I found myself in a cold, dark version of the world. From what I read, this is what Coldharbour was like. A darker version of the world in which all of the citizens are enslaved and it's beyond the freezing point.

I walked around for a while before Molag Bal found me. "So we meet again, mortal." He growled. I couldn't afford to show fear, he'd use that to his advantage. "So we do. What's your task?" He chuckled "Let's see if you can handle just how rough a Daedric Prince can be." He hissed.

He advanced towards me, almost instinctively I backed away. That prove to be futile as he pinned me down with little effort. His claws tore at my clothes until they were just little strips of cloth. "Hmph. Pathetic mortal body. What does the Madgod see in you, hmm? Perhaps this is a game to him. That's the only reasonable reason he would stay with someone like you. Dysfunctional lungs, a scarred mind, broken soul, he's playing you like a fiddle."

No... No Sheo wouldn't... Would he? No, no he's trying to make me give in. I can't let him have that satisfaction! I.. I won't let Molag Bal have that satisfaction! "A resilient mortal. This will be fun." I yelped in pain as he grabbed my breast painfully, he dug his claws into the flesh making them bleed.

"Stop!" I breathed out. "Don't fucking tell me what to do, pathetic mortal." He hissed. I tried to kick and squirm to get myself out of his grip, but I was stuck in his grasp. I screamed out in pain from a sudden sharp, stabbing pain. "Shut up, bitch." He growled as he rammed his cock into me repeatedly.

I tried to scratch at his hands but it wasn't doing any good, he wouldn't relent. If anything, his thrusts got rougher and his grip got tighter. Then I felt another stabbing pain, this time in my stomach. I looked and found he had bitten me, from what I saw it was a deep wound.

"Sheo, Sheo please help me.. Please don't let him do this, Sheo please help me.." I prayed. I hoped Sheo would hear my prayer to him, maybe he would come and help me. I heard loud thunder coming from behind me, maybe it was Sheo! Thunderstorms belong to him, maybe that's his way of signalling his approach!

"Damn madman." Molag growled. "KEEP THE MADGOD OCCUPIED UNTIL I'M DONE WITH HIS WHORE!!" He yelled at his servants. I watched as a surge of dremoras, xivkyn, and xivavi rushed towards where the thunder was coming from.

Molag kept ramming his cock into me while I tried to squirm out of his hold. That wasn't exactly going very well, but I had to try! He let one of my wrists go, but then he held a daedric dagger against my throat. "The next time you squirm, I slit your worthless throat and fuck your corpse." He hissed.

I gulped, but stayed still. I didn't like it, but I didn't have much of a choice. I yelped when I felt pain followed by warmth on my stomach. I looked at my stomach to find he'd carved something into my flesh. I couldn't quite tell what it said though.

"Let's take a trip down memory lane." He growled. I tried to fight but he was stronger than me. I found myself sitting on my family's couch. My grandma was sitting next to me "Y'know. We need to get a picture of you and Tippet together." No... No.. He's making me relive... Please, no... Not again...

I heard the door open and my mom walked in. I could tell from the look on her face, he was gone. Everything around me felt cold. My chest tightened up, I felt crushed. Everything around me died... He was gone... My only friend for years, was dead. I know it sounds stupid, but that cat was the only friend I had ever since I was a little kid. I had him from when I was in 2nd grade up until February in my 6th grade year.

He died because his liver shut down and it poisoned him. I... Was never the same after that. Then I found myself in my room listening to another fight between my mom and grandpa. They get along better now, but back then...

Back then everytime Mom left I was always terrified she'd never come back. Everytime she left I was petrified she'd overdose and kill herself. Then... Then what would I do? The fight ended with mom leaving. But instead of her coming back later like she always did, I got the vision of her body... Lifeless... No. NO! SHE'S NOT DEAD! She... She can't be... She wouldn't... She couldn't... No... THAT FUCKER! I'LL KILL HIM! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF HE'S AN IMMORTAL GOD, I'LL KILL HIM!

Then I got the vision of everyone I love... Dying... Each time, I felt a piece of my heart die. I curled myself up into a ball and sobbed "No.. No it can't be real.. NO!" I got snapped out of the nightmares by a sharp shock. I looked around only to find I was face to face with a familiar pair of gold, cat like eyes.

I felt a pleasant tingling feeling over my body. I looked down to find Sheo was healing my wounds. He started at my legs and ran his hands over the cuts, he then ran his hands over the carvings on my stomach, then over the cuts on my breasts, then to the cuts on my neck and lacerations to my hips and back.

"Sh.. Sheo?" I asked, my voice rasping. My throat was sore from crying and screaming. "Shh, don't speak kitten. Your throat is damaged. Allow me to help with that." He gently ran his hands over my throat and I felt the pain slowly subside. "There, now let's get you home."

Sheo gently picked me up bridal style and carried me towards a portal. Once we got through it he insisted I rest for a while so I can heal. "Get some sleep, love. I'll be here for you if you need anything." He kissed my cheek "I love you." "I love you too, Sheo." I managed to rasp out. I curled up into a ball under the blankets and drifted off to sleep.