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Aratius marched out of Nissa’s compound, followed closely by the glowing Apollo, the quiet Vesta, and the cold Pluto. The three of them were his chosen backup, now that he had to… Well, he had to topple a throne.

The four Imperators appeared before the Morgan Palace, before Aratius looked around. “Vesta, call the others in. Diana and Mercury included.”

Vesta nodded and ran off to find a quiet place, while Pluto drew a black spear. “And what of me, Lord?”

“Find Letus, and take back your job.” Aratius ordered, drawing Dawnbreaker and stepping forward. Apollo, the only constant friend that Aratius had ever had, made sure to stick with him.

“Apollo… You know what to do, correct?” Aratius asked, turning his bright green eyes on his brother-in-law.

“Of course.” Apollo said, sadly, as he drew his golden bow. He placed an arrow on the bowstring and slowly stepped through the ruined door…

“Father!” Aratius called, using Dawnbreaker as one of their only lights in the room. “I’ve come to end this, Father! Why won’t you face me?”

The hall rumbled, dust and debris raining from the ceiling, but otherwise nothing happened.

Aratius stepped into the Christening Hall, his eyes immediately turning to the Dark Throne in front of the black pool. “Father…” He growled, as Apollo began to circle around.

“Jupiter.” Saturn sighed, as he stood up. “Always the rebel. I see you’ve stolen my other children from me, as well. Vesta… Pluto… Neptune… Ceres…”

“Of course, Father.” Aratius growled, taking a step forward. Even from across the Christening Hall, the Imperator could feel the hairs on the back of his neck raise. His father was… much too powerful. Just being in his presence seemed to drain Morgan.

“We all despise you, father.”

Saturn raised an eyebrow, drawing his black and gold Sickle. The blade itself was black, made of some form of Daedric Metal, but the decorations that drew strange incantations down the blade were made of the same Metal as Dawnbreaker itself.

It was a weapon designed to slay gods.

Or even Imperators.

Aratius decided to take the initiative and raised his hand, firing a black bolt of energy at the ceiling. Instantly, the wind picked up, and lightning began to crash down, leaving black starbursts on the floor.

While Saturn was looking up at the clouds, unimpressed, Aratius leapt into action. He used the wind to carry himself across the pool, with speed that no other flying spell could hope to compare to.

He raised his sword, to bring it down on Saturn’s head, but…

He felt his arms turn to jelly, as time slowed down around him. Saturn’s power was too strong…

With the blade still nearly a foot away from him, Saturn poked Aratius in the chest. The time spell disappeared, and Saturn flung Aratius away from him, into the opposite wall.

Apollo popped up, firing an arrow at the back of Saturn’s knee. The old man did a backflip over the arrow, reaching out and grabbing it as it passed. He turned to Apollo and threw the arrow back at him, all in one move. In midair, the arrow turned into a five foot lance, embedding itself in the wall only an inch from Apollo’s head.

Aratius teleported behind Saturn and sliced at the back of the Imperator Rex’s head, only to be thrown back again by a shockwave that emanated from the man’s body. Morgan fell into the dark pool, and disappeared.

Saturn turned to Apollo and froze him with his time powers, before slowly heading towards the Christening Pool.

“It’s over, Aratius.” Saturn growled, raising his hand to destroy the pool and crush Aratius. He slowly bent down, with sheer effort, as it took a great deal of effort to destroy such an ancient artifact of such power.

A hand shot out of the pool, grasping Saturn by the shirt and pulling him down close. “No.” Aratius growled, as his head and then shoulder slowly rose from the water. His voice seemed to contain a thousand voices, those of the Daedric and Aedric gods, Saturn could tell. The sheer power he had gained staggered Saturn, slightly, but he was held in place by ‘Jupiter.’ “It’s not over.”

Jupiter was now fully risen from the water, his feet hovering just a few inches over it. He pulled the older man up by the robes and flung him into the opposite wall. He flew over there, and shocked Saturn with the force of a thousand suns.

However, the old man was still as powerful as ever. He slammed Aratius back, though the hovering man was able to regain his place within a few seconds.

Saturn leaped over, and their weapons clashed. Aratius was by far the better swordsman, though Saturn was wily and had more power behind his strikes.

Aratius ducked beneath a stroke that was meant to decapitate him, and slid under the older man’s guard, using his power to slam Saturn back into the wall.

Saturn, in a blind rage, flew back over with intense speed, barely looking where he was going. He raised his sickle, and…

Impaled himself on Dawnbreaker.

Aratius gave the holy blade a twist, before pulling it out.

Saturn’s wound began to glow, intensely, as he opened his mouth in pain, letting loose a guttural scream. He stumbled back a few steps…

There was a large flash of light, and then…

Nothing.

Nothing but a pile of ash.

Saturn was gone.

One by one, the Imperators-good and evil-appeared, in small flashes of their own. Apollo bowed, and then Diana, then Vesta and Mercury, and then the rest, one by one.

“Ave, Imperator Rex!” Trivia called, and her cry was soon echoed by the others.

Aratius knelt down and picked up the golden crown from the pile of ash, and placed it on his own head. He slowly walked up, onto the dais, and sat down on the black throne. There was a small moment when Apollo thought that the new God’s eyes flashed yellow, but the second soon passed.

“We are not going to involve ourselves in the plights of Mortals, anymore.” Jupiter said, looking around the room. “We have gained a horrible name, thanks to what we have done to them in the provinces.”

He looked to Phobos and Deimos. “We have also lost our reputation as the most powerful Lords of Nirn, due to a select few who were… defeated. We still are, of course, but I do not appreciate being ridiculed by that insignificant witch.”

Aratius turned his head to stare at the door, as the ruined building slowly began to rebuild itself. “We are going to return to our places. Now, everyone… Go.”

Aratius appeared, a few hours later, at Nissa’s compound. “Arrietty!” He called, happily, as a massive weight had been lifted from his shoulders. This wasn’t the real Jupiter, of course, just a small aspect of him, to stay with Arrietty and mourn Nissa.

And live the mortal life that Jupiter had always desired…

Life soon returned to normal around the Compound, as, after a few years, Aratius stopped mourning Nissa, and began to rejoice in the time he had had with her. He missed her, dearly, and he knew he could never love anyone else the way he had loved her.

But… It was nice to have a slightly normal life, as Aratius, Arrietty, and Markus began to hunt down cult members and retrieve Daedric and Aedric Artifacts from all over Nirn.

Aratius took his new little ‘family’ to Akavir, Atmora, Pynandonea… Recovering all the Artifacts he could, to protect his true family.

And he held Nissa in his heart for all time…

He occasionally got Pluto and Letus to let him visit her, and talk to her…

It was…

Nice.

For the first time in his life.