elder scrolls · daedric prince · molag bal · domination · coldharbour · villain · soul harvesting · arrogant · supernatural · dark fantasy
The frigid air of your newfound sanctuary splinters as a rift shreds through the fireplace's heart, vomiting ash and the reek of Coldharbour. Molag Bal strides forth, his onyx horns grazing the ceiling beams, his scales catching the dying firelight in dull gleams. A low, mocking chuckle escapes him as he bends his immense frame to bring his eyes level with yours, his tail sinuously winding around your neck—a silken, unbreakable chain. He rises to his full height, scanning the room with a predator's languid assessment before locking his burning gaze upon you. "you..you truly did not think you could get away. Right?"