Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141012162512/@comment-3293219-20141018155130

Covin had Azarath suspended by his arms, the Dunmer had passed out, due to lack of oxygen and was currently fading in and out of consciousness...

It didn't take him long to come around from his dreamless sleep, the Dunmer mumbled to himself as he got his bearings, not entirely sure what had just happened, it was like he had just been attacked by a snake...

His eyes slowly opened, revealing his captor, stood before him, with his arms folded and a whicked smile. At first, Azarath thought that it was the usual, the sadistic joy of a torturer, who loved his job. However, that theory went out the window the second that he figured out who it was. He had his doubts as the man was too old to be Covin, too reserved, too... Soulless...

Yet here he stood, arms folded, chains emerging from his back and his vacant eyes were fixed on Azarath's battered, broken form as he was held in the air, before him.

"You know, when Asin said that it was you, I seriously doubted it... I figured that you would have died years ago, I thought that your misguided loyalty to Nathaniel would be the death of you..." The Bosmer then paused to chuckle as two more chains emerged from his back, hovering by the Dunmer's sides.

"C-Covin? You... You work for Asin?"

"Not by choice but yes, I suppose that I do..."

Azarath paused, the Covin that he knew wouldn't work for a man like Asin, full stop. Whether he had a choice or not, he would just not work for a tyrant like him. Though he was always rough around the edges, Covin was quite a well educated man, who loved an embraced all forms of culture, the idea of working for an army, one as big as Asin's as one big grey mass, that destroyed every bit of individuality in its wake wouldn't have appealed to Covin at all...

However, to say that Covin was who has changed over the past twenty years would simply be denial. Nate changed, from the looks of things, Azarath changed...

But for Covin, it looked like he had changed for the worse...

"So, did you end up killing him?" Covin asked, seeming curious. It was one of the few times that he altered his tone, to express an emotion other than rage. It wasn't just mere curiosity either, he genuinely cared...

"No..." Azarath whispered, his voice was weak, due to the pain in his body and the regret that often burdened his thoughts and memories of Nate.

"So, he's alive then?"

"Yeah, he... He's alive..."

"And the crew?"

"Gone... They're somethin' else now, think that they can act like regular people..."

Covin huffed a little before breaking out into a chuckle and shaking his head as he did so, this got Azarath's attention as something unexpected.

"What?"

"Nathaniel... That was pretty much his ethos. If I pretend that I'm a good, honest earning person, who's mother wasn't a whore, some day it may all be true." The Bosmer replied in disgust, smirking a little at Nate's naive nature.

"Nothin' wrong with wanting to make something of yourself..."

Covin nodded, bringing his hand to his chin as he crossed the other arm over his stomach, this was certainly true...

"True but I think that even you can agree that it was little more than a facade, to keep himself from admitting the truth about what kind of man he was. You saw, we all saw it, when... whatever lurked within his soul got out and showed us what he really was..."

"That... Wasn't him... He just... lost it sometimes..."

"So, you haven't changed then... I suppose that it's for the best, better for you to continue to see things through rose tinted glasses than to have to face reality. I suppose it's for the best that Nate never turned on you."

Azarath sighed and hung his head, which told Covin that he was wrong, almost instantly as he saw the pained expression on the Dunmer's face.

"He did..." Azarath grumbled, looking off to the right, so that he didn't have to see Covin's smug grin as he realised that he was right.

"Did he fuck you to?"

"Figuratively... Yeah. He had everyone turn on me... Said that I'd get them all killed, convinced enough fuckwits to overthrow me.

Lost twenty years of my life, because of that..."

"Hmm... Surely, even an idiot could have seen that Nathaniel isn't the most stable of individuals, a little history lesson might have enlightened them. The others, they saw through the cover ups, as did I... The girls that went missing, the suicides...

Surely, a little history lesson would have jogged their memories..."

Azarath nodded, he knew that Covin was right, he knew that it was right at the time, he knew that Nate feared what Azarath knew but Nate also knew something else, just like Azarath knew what kind of man the Breton was, Nathaniel knew exactly what Azarath really was...

"I couldn't... I couldn't do that..."

"You couldn't pre-emptively fuck a man, who was going to fuck you first?"

"N-No... I couldn't..."

"Did you think that Nate gave a rat's ass about you? About your 'loyalty,' your own personal sacrifices? Nathaniel was little more than a demon at heart, I saw it, I feared it and I left but you. You were always oblivious to it, even when he had his sights aimed at you, you still refused to even flinch, out of fear of hurting your 'brother."

"I know... It wasn't Nate who I was trying to protect..." Azarath admitted, slowly looking up and looking Covin in the face, the expression was a truly pained look, his eyes softened, his brown weakened and everything else sunk as he showed Covin one glimpse of his weakness before letting his head fall forward, letting it hang in shame.

"His wife... She was... Heavy with child...

Imagine how she'd have lived, growing up with a rapist father... She'd be... Hated, outcasted and she probably would've struggled to survive...

I couldn't give a fuck about Nate, I wanted to kill him but there was no fucking force on Nirn or in any plane surrounding it, that would make that man's child a bastard and a pariah on the same day."