(Third Person POV)
[Somewhere In The North]
A young man was covered in snow as blood pooled around him, and the distant sound of a wolf's hound was heard. He had his eyes nearly closed as his eyes simply stared up above him, into nothing.
He was left for dead after a brutal fight between two groups, suffering a stab wound to the side of his waist. He himself believed he would bleed out and die in the snow, the cold completely overtaking him and nulling his sense of touch.
He couldn't feel anything, not even the pain that burned throughout his body. Everything was numb, even his face. It felt strange, the fact that he would die so slowly. He doesn't even remember how long he had been lying in the snow for.
He was a nobody, so he wasn't worried about worrying any relatives he had; he had none left. All of them had died by this point. He wasn't so sure why he was even in the North and why he got involved in the fight. All he knew was that he was a nobody who got stabbed, and that is what bothered him.
He wasn't even a Bastard with a name like Snow or Rivers, like many highborn bastards were. He was simply a peasant who got involved in unfortunate events.
And this is where he was going to die.
That was something he had already accepted.
"I...." his voice was weak and faint, barely audible, the snow fell on his cheek, "....this is.....the end....."
He then felt something crawl on top of his hand, which was a surprising yet welcome surprise. He hadn't truly lost his sense of touch.
He closed his eyes and thought to himself, "What could be on my hand now....?" He thought, "Just let me die first and you can eat my flesh..."
He then felt that the same thing that was on his hand had made its way to his neck. It was light; around eight specific points were pressing against his skin.
"....spider....." he managed, his voice weak
He then felt the spider get on his cheek, and he saw a blurry shadow in his field of vision. As if focused, he recognized the small, beady eyes of a spider staring right at him.
"What...?" He said softly, not feeling quite dead yet
"A worthy candidate." a voice reverberated inside his head, causing it to throb, "And I worried this domain did not have proper flesh."
The voice was low, akin to a whisper, but there was a sense of power within it. The young man felt a bit unsettled by the voice, not knowing what to truly feel about it. Perhaps it was a trick being played by his mind, to fool him from the cruel truth; that he was going to die.
"Uh...." He managed
"....Mortal...." the voice said as the spider stared at him, still on his face, "Do you wish to die? Speak your mind with truth."
The young man blinked slowly, "....No."
"What is it you desire?" the voice asked, "Tell me. Speak your heart's true intent."
"...Live...." he managed
He suddenly felt a strange sensation on the side of his waist, where he had been stabbed. It was warmth, which was unusual. It felt like the wound was slowly closing and it was quite an unusual thing.
"To live...." The voice whispered, "I can help with that. Is that all? Do you not wish for more? I can sense it, there is a much deeper desire."
"W-What...are you....?" He managed
"We are something not of this world." the voice said, "We came across this dominion and can sense the ripe power from it...but we cannot influence it just yet...."
"We.....?" He asked
"Yes.....We.....the two of us...." the voice said, "It is unusual for us to work together but since we both came across this dominion at the same time, we'll work together and we'll share the rewards when we've claimed enough souls....but we need a proper candidate..."
"A candidate for what?" his voice was a bit firmer, almost as if his strength was returning
"To be our Champion...." the voice said, "So stand, Mortal. If you wish to live, if you wish to grant your desires, you must stand. And by standing, you are offering your services to us two...."
The young man slowly sat up, feeling pain all over his body as he groaned, "Aggh...." He managed as the snow fell off his body, "W-what...what are....you?"
"You can call me whatever you want." The spider crawled atop his head, "But for now, I am your patron, your Master. Seek out souls....and reap them for me and mine companion. Do that....and we'll grant you power like you've never seen."
The Young Man clutched his waist, "Ah...." He managed, "A-Are you a god?"
"Perhaps...." the voice said, "Perhaps not. That is not the point."
He stood up and felt his legs wobbling as he leaned against a tree, panting heavily as his breath was visible.
"I....." He managed, "W-What...? What happened?"
"Good...you stood....and you've given yourself to us...." the voice said, "You are now my Champion."
"A Champion of The Daedra."