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Cocky Serana Time? Cocky Serana Time

I actually debated whether or not I should participate in WIP Wednesday this week . . . but I caved. And while I do have a very nice 'heeheehoohoo' Virana scene, maybe that can be something I share here next week if I'm still picking away at my currently very hated chapter. I love the idea that Serana takes the most pride in her necromancy prowess and got the idea to showcase it here because, while she's lovingly resurrecting every two seconds in my game, she hasn't done so as much in my fanfiction. And I had to remedy that immediately, so. Hope you enjoy. ❤

The elf walked past. Serana silently stalked after him, fangs dug into her lip. She crept closer to him with every step, his words reduced to soft, careless whistles that echoed off the walls, unaware of the vampire that carefully stood up and lifted her razor—

Serana plunged the blade of her dagger deep into his back, just to the left of his spine. She twisted, then ripped it out; blood gushed from the gaping wound. He turned with a suffocating gasp as the torch clattered to the floor; his eyes lingered on her just long enough for her to witness the last whispers of life fade from his gaze.

Just before his knees buckled beneath his dead weight, Serana extended out her cold hand and cast a spell. The violet and indigo-tinged wisp spiralled from her fingertips and struck the Altmer’s body—it immediately became stiff and rigid. Shades of nightshade stained his vacant eyes, his soul tethered, chained, anchored to the once empty host against its will. She curled her fingers in as she dropped her hand; the zombie relaxed instantly, his head bowed in obedience. A smirk of pride stretched her pale lips.

“What the fuck was the point of this again?”

Serana folded her arms and turned, only to find Vigdis already beside her with a glare.

“This,” she began, “is going to make it a lot easier to sneak around. He’ll be able to tell me when there’s trouble—and his friends won’t even notice that he’s actually dead.”

With a simple wave of her hand, the corpse retrieved his torch and resumed his natural stance from before. The puppet’s invisible strings hung loosely from her fingers, his calm façade a sign that there were currently no other Thalmor agents nearby.

“This is fucking stupid,” the hunter muttered pessimistically.

“I don’t suppose you have a better idea?” Serana questioned, a fiery and challenging edge in her voice. When the redhead only narrowed her icy eyes and huffed defeatedly in response, Serana quirked her dark brow, smug. “I didn’t think so.”

“Personally I think it’s impressive,” Wynn piped up. “I’ve never seen someone perform necromancy so flawlessly before.”

The vampire grinned slightly, then shrugged. “It’s a simple trick, really. Child’s play.”

“Ooo, cocky!” The thief smirked, a flirtatious glint in her jaspilite eyes. “I like it.”