Then the gates rose.
The ground crumbled and shook beneath the cityfolks feet as huge spires rose out of the ground. People screamed as the gates activated with a bright crimson glow and churned out hundreds of daedric creatures from the planes of oblivion. Tons of people were ripped apart by the blades of the Dremora whilst others were burnt by the tens of Flame Atronachs burning the houses and people of Kvatch. Within minutes, the peace and serenity of the city was filled with the screams of hundreds of people being slaughtered by the sheer amount of demons ploughing through the gates.
"Fall back! Fall back to the castle!" Asule Telathor yelled to his troops. As his men ran back from the church steps he looked around at the remains of his beautiful city. Broken buildings. Flames higher than the sky itself. Hundreds of bodies littering the street. He kicked a dead scamp in anger. "Bastards... What have they done?" He screamed into the air. As the imperial troops fell back into the castles walls he counted his men. "Just under thirty men... Against four hundred plus..." He cursed. "This city... Is lost..."
The iron gate came crashing down as the legions of daedra piled into the courtyard. Mostly lesser beings. Asule raised his blade and sliced the head off an oncoming Clanfear and roared. He wasn't losing so easily. He turned around and raised his shield, blocking the blow from a large Xivilia. He pushed back its mace and stabbed it in the stomach with his sharp longsword. He kicked the creature in the stomach and pulled his blade from the heavy bleeding demon. Asule glancede around at the chaos. He could still see some of his men. But the daedra were still coming, numbers stronger than ever. With a heavy heart he called once more for a retreat and ran for the large double doors of the castle.
He made it inside with twelve men to spare. They pushed the doors closed and began pulling down the locks whilst others ran for heavy blocks of wood to reinforce the door. Asule dropped his longsword and fell to the floor. There was blood splattered all over his cuirass, both human and daedra alike. He gasped and tried to wipe it all off. He couldn't help crying. They were all going to die. The city was lost. ""What have I led my men into?" He shivered as the doors began to thump as the hordes of demons tried to crash through the castle doors. He pulled of his helmet and stared into the reflection. His short blonde hair was matted with sweat, and his cheeks covered in blood. He layed his head in his hands and sighed heavily. "What about Kalia and my children... Did they make it? Will I ever see them again..?" He groaned. "Oh god... "Be strong," he said. "Be strong."
He ran his hands over his face and sighed once more. He placed his helm upon his head and plucked his blade up from the floor. He walked over to the Imperial troops and looked at their handy work. The wood was hastily pushed up towards the doors and cracks were already beginning to appear. One man turned to Asule and grimaced. "I'm sorry sir. It's the best we could do with them ramming the door." Asule forced a smile and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's ok soldier. Come." He led them along the hall towards the throne of Kvatch. "Here we will stand. Here we will defend Kvatch till the last drop of blood spills from our bodies!" He raised his sword in the air and roared. His men followed suit and held their blades towards the roof. The thumping grew louder and they soon heard the sounds of wood being smashed and dropped to the floor. The soldiers remained silent as the next few minutes were filled with the sounds of crashing wood and screaming demons. As the gates began to pile down several scamps made it through the holes and wriggled around the floor untill they regained their balance. They stood up and stared around the Throne room, looking for their prey. The closest Clanfear spotted the troops and screeched victoriously to the others. They all started running towards them and pounced at them one by one. As the guards of Kvatch cut them down, more daedra had found their way through the splintered remains of the doors.
When the last clanfear was struck down they turned their flank back towards the door and stood, one last time against the forces of Oblivion. Asule made a silent prayer to the gods. Blessing his comrades... And his family... Wishing luck and health upon them all. "And so it ends..." he whispered to himself. The demons got closer. Their numbers had increased once more. They piled in all corners of the hall as they ran towards their prey.
"For Kvatch!" Asule cried.
"For Kvatch!" His men yelled back.
The daedra crashed upon them, overwhelming them in seconds. Asule tried to kill as many as he could, hacking and slahing where ever he could.
"One... Two... Three..." He counted in his head.
He barely heard the screams of his men over the cries of delight from the ecstatic demons. He tried to shut them out.
"Four.. Five... Six..."
He made for another slice with his blade when his sword was knocked from his hand. He was kicked to the ground and trampled on by the crazed horde. His legs were numb with the pain from the takedown and he felt blood dripping from his head as they stamped on his head.
He reached for a dagger in front of him and stabbed a Scamp in the spine and smirked.
"Seven..."
He felt a sharp blade penetrate his back and stab through his ribs.
The smile remained on his face as he coughed up blood over the royal carpet. The sword was pulled from his body and he was engulfed in excruciating pain. He dropped the dagger and closed his eyes.
And the screams of Hell were gone.