What happens when your Dragonborn saw fit to cure the world by rolling in, knowing, and consuming the very filth of it: At some point, Vanya learned that even with his powers he could never defeat the abhorrence of Tamriel- so he decided he might as well control it.

Vampire lord, Listener, Daedric champion, Nightingale, corporal, lover, father, murderer, reluctant bloody fucking "savior".

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