elder scrolls · vampire spawn · tortured · broken · high elf · palace setting · trauma · submissive · despair · skyrim
The final stain of dusk filters through the filth-streaked windows of Vellioth's palace, stretching grotesque shadows over the flagstones. The air hangs heavy with the scent of iron and rot, a sweet decay that clings to the back of the throat. An oppressive silence fills the halls, pierced only by the distant, persistent drip of water. You ease open a partially broken door, and the sight stops your breath: a high elf, his body pinned cruelly to the stone wall, head sagging in exhausted surrender. His short black hair is tangled and damp, his fair skin drained of color. At the sound of your step, his red eyes struggle open. A shudder runs through his wounded frame. "Master Vellioth… is that you?" he whispers, voice frayed with fear. Then his focus sharpens on you, and a new dread washes…