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Shadowmarks: Epilogue

“Happy anniversary, my love.”

“You too, kid.”

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Shadowmarks: Chapter 13

Saitama looked to Nardri. She stood shaken, furious. Time seemed to slow as she opened her mouth, preparing to reclaim her soldiers with a Shout of her own. Before she could, Saitama launched himself forward. He saw fear flash in the elf’s red eyes, watched her recoil as he all but teleported in front of her.

She caught his punch with the flat of her sword. The ground cratered beneath them, a shockwave that whipped up loose pages and tossed back the surrounding werebeasts.

They were evenly matched, a full-body arm wrestle with no victor. Saitama’s soul sang, breathless as they struggled. He had forgotten how it felt, to fight at full strength against someone who could take it.

This would be fun.

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Shadowmarks: chapter 12

The sorceress laughed. The smile that split her face was disturbed, a mind stretched too far. Saitama knew that look. He had seen it before, in another of Mora’s servants. Unhinged, lured by endless knowledge to the brink of madness. The Prince of Fate had that effect on his followers.

“This power of ours,” said Nardri, eyes bright. She waved her ghostly sword as she spoke, an aimless gesture. “Why would we have it, if not to use it?”

“Not like this,” said Saitama. He lowered his tone, a warning. “You’ve already made enemies of two Daedric Princes. You don’t want me on that list, as well.”

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Shadowmarks: chapter 11

He looked to the sky as they approached the spot where Falion had said to meet. Dawn was an eerie time, as strange as it was enchanting. Faint stars still pricked the lightening heavens, both moons veiled by cloud. He heard Genos crunching along behind him, mute. Unease filled Saitama’s chest, dread of the unknown.

Would it hurt, this ritual? Technically, he was already dead – would coming back to life be painful? He did not imagine it was an easy experience. His heart would have raced, had it still known how to beat.

Genos seemed to sense his distress. A cool metal hand came forward, wove its fingers through Saitama’s as they walked. Saitama glanced back to find his husband smiling, and felt at once reassured. With Genos here, everything would be all right.

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Shadowmarks: chapter 10

Nardri bared her teeth. “Don’t dare tell me what to do,” she said. “I’ve no quarrel with you, sera. Return to the crypt from whence you came, and leave me be.”

Saitama shook his head. “No way,” he said. “You’re abducting the people of Raven Rock, enslaving werebeasts. One of them killed a friend of mine. It ends now.”

The wind picked up, an ominous moan. Nardri readied her dagger, raised her voice over the whipping of their cloaks. “You won’t stop me,” she shot. “Leave, Nord, or I paint the ash with your blood.”

Slowly, Saitama lowered his hands. He heard Genos shift his weight behind the wall of werebeasts, preparing for combat. “That’s not gonna happen,” he said.

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Shadowmarks - chapter 9

“You could’ve stayed behind,” he said. “You don’t have to come with me. Don’t you trust me to go off alone?”

“Of course I trust you,” Genos said at once. He closed what was left of the distance between them, and took Saitama’s gloved hands in his own. “Never doubt that.”

The cloth over Saitama’s mouth stretched, as if he were pouting behind it. Genos tightened his grip, fought the urge to rip off the mask and search his husband’s face unhindered.

“I just …” said Genos. The words left him softer than before, more tender, exposed. “I worry what might happen if you are injured when I am not with you.”

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Shadowmarks - chapter 8

Genos unwound where he sat, drew in a deep breath. The scent of snow and blood filled his lungs, the scent of Saitama. He smelled the earth, the water, the sky; ash and rock and cold. Blackness pressed in on his closed eyes, a phantom of pressure from the shrine’s magic.

He would do anything for his husband, even make a deal with the Daedra. If that made him a hypocrite, when he had scolded Saitama’s choice to ask help of Hermaeus Mora … so be it.

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Shadowmarks - chapter 6

At once, the pressure changed. Genos fought not to sag beneath the weight of it, struggled to breathe.

Blackness bloomed in the air above them, bubbled like tar, repulsive. Tentacles oozed out of the rift, sluggish and slick. A dozen eyes opened within the gruesome mass, then a dozen more, with pinched, rectangular pupils like those of a sheep or goat. The central eye opened last, the largest and most unsettling of them all, and blinked in sluggish satisfaction.

A voice, refined yet guttural, rumbled from the twitching, simmering mass. “Ah … my … champion….”

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