Sauron's road of redemption

Mairon sat in the office of the family head.

He had already sent out the servants to assemble all the mansion staff.

Now he just had to wait until Messinia would show up, so he could explain her situation.

Knock knock.

Mairon heard soft knocking from the door, that seemed to come from below the door handle.

"Come in."

Rattle rattle

He could see the door handle wobbling, until it gave way under the assault of the small hands clasping it.

The door opend into the office and a adorable little thing fell into the office.

"Oh no"

Paff.

Having to stand on her toes to get to the door handle, she feel into the floor when getting inside.

"Pfff"

Mairon tried not to snicker at her behavior.

"What are you doing here?" He asked with a gentle smile.

"I thought you would stay with your mother to tell all about your adventures."

"Hmm, yes I was going to daddy, but mommy is going to change clothing."

"So I was sent away to you."

"Haha alright then."

"Wanna show me your how far you are in your practice."

"Alright daddy."

Hobbling to her father, she climbed onto his lap and made herself comfortable.

Turning her hands upwards small magic particles gathered forming small clusters of red and black glowing power.

For all magic practice in planetos some form of deity is needed to provide his power.

And Vysesa had the equivalent authority the highest blessing Mairon could give.

Unlimited access to his reserves of power.

The only limit is the strength of her body and the control she has over it.

Because mairon is alike the dragons in this aspect, a unlimited generator of magic power.

Unlike the nature spirits parading as gods and taking in magic and faith power.

Mairon his a generator replenishing lost reserves automatically.

So giving this blessing has only positive aspects and no negative ones.

As they were waiting Messinia made her way to the office.

Ready to see this so called god.

Until now she still didn't believe he was one.

Walking trough the door like she owned the place, the sight in front of her filled her with dread.

She saw her daughter playing with magic, something that always extracts a price.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!"

Vysesa startled by her mother's scream let her control slip, resulting in her gathered magic disapating.

Tears started to form in her eyes after she got over het scare.

Messinia ran up to her daughter looking for any scar's or lost appendages.

Most gods demand a sacrifice to be able to practice their magic.

Be it your hands, eyes, tongue, child, wife, husband, mother, father, youth, as long as it would hurt you to the core.

All in the name of showing your loyalty.

So her reaction was far from overeating, it's was genuine concern.

"Do not worry, she is fine."

"I ask no compensation for using my power, because I only allow those I care for to use it."

Only then she remembered that the man sitting in front of her was supposed to be a immortal of unimaginable power.

"I am sorry for my performance lord Mairon."

"There is nothing to be sorry about I am just happy to see that Vysesa's mother truely cares for her."

Mairon went silent afterwards, just looking at the woman in front of him.

His eyes drilling right into her soul.

While it could not be classified as innocent, it definitely held a great amount of love for her family.

Well it isn't weird that a family head needs to make her hands dirty so some sins clinging to it did not suprise Mairon.

Inside her soul there were only two colours meaning she only ever slept with and loved one man.

Her own colour and that of him that mingled when intercourse happens.

This was also as he expected, he tried this ability in Qohor when looking at different people.

He started with prostitutes theirs souls looked like they were made of a sickening rainbow.

Different colours swimming trough it like worms.

At least the ones sleeping willingly with the men going to the establishment.

The ones forced by dept, slavery or circumstances, they didn't have these colours.

Instead they looked abused and broken.

Scar's ran across their soul some were even crumbling apart.

Some souls had even collapsed their eyes were vacant and were unresponsive.

Finding out about this, some brothel owners and slavers lost their heads that night.

Their souls consumed used as reserves waiting until Mairon could break trough the obstacle before him and turn into a Valar.

He also found out that he could mold and influence souls.

He could cleanse them of the colours, making them lose feelings for their significant other.

Or he could mold and rebuild their souls when they were broken.

Giving them renewd will to live.

So as he saw the soul of the woman that would become his wife he was more than pleased.

Little sin only been loyal to one man even after he died.

And most important mother to his daughter.

'seems I will need to cleanse her of that colour but other than that it will be good.'

Returning from his musing he listened hearing breathing behind the door.

There one of the maids was secretly listening to the conversation.

'seems I will need to clean house after this.'

"Lord Mairon I have understood that you will take over the Dracon family, but I wanted to know what would happen to us."

"You mean you and your sister right."

"Yes my lord."

"Nothing to worry about."

"Your sister will stay in the family no need to marry her away for a alliance."

"If she finds a man she likes he can marry into the family."

"As for you...."

"What else could you become after giving me a daughter."

Mairon said with a teasing smile on his face.

"Wait what do you mean!?"

"I never agreed to that!"

"No you didn't but I don't care. "

"We will be married together shortly."

"So be prepared."

"And I will only toutch you after you ask for it yourself so no need to fred over that."

"Now let's see how many rats this pirate ship has."

He said and walked out of the office with vysesa holding his hand, and walking with him towards the place designated for the staff to gather.

Messinia was left in the office with a slack jaw, bewildered by the audacity that this man has for ordering her marriage without even consulting her.