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Martin Septim x reader. Mourning memories lost

Seconds, months, years, decades, the rest of the universe to wait out if believing in the construct of time- the pain and memories it brings, only to fade as life continued. And it would continue, forever until time reset, eaten by Akatosh and spat out again in a new Kalpa, one where things would perhaps be different.

Haskil watched as you slowly turned mad, manic and demented as your eyes slit and mimicked a familiar yellow and cat-like look, your form changing abruptly from time to time from your mortal body to the immortal figure of Sheogorath who was now freed to his old self as Jyggalag. He watched as you spent countless days on end locked away in your chambers, screaming in agony and despair, the very weather becoming stormy and miserable as you wailed for hours. On the occasion that someone in the realm came to seek an audience with you, Haskil would have to send them off, knowing that their fate would not be kind if your mourning was interrupted.

Other days you would be seen walking through the fields of mushrooms and greenery, completely dazed with no senses attached as your mortal form just kept walking, and the inhabitants of the shivering isles knew better than to disturb you.

Haskil would listen to your incoherent blabbering as you rocked back and forth on your throne, starting to pick up the mannerisms that went with the mad god as you spoke of your memories with a sadistic smile and giggle, despite the pain it brought you. Haskil had even banned you from seeing any other Daedric prince while you were transitioning, as he knew that if you saw Dagon, then the results would not be pretty- but at least he had some time before that while Dagon built up the strength to regain another physical form after Martin shattered the amulet.

Martin.

Martin, the one you loved most dearly. The one whose loss had you distraught and manic, a wound which time wasn't proving to heal. The one who you would give everything, and gave everything to be with, but now he was with Akatosh and you were stuck with immortality, mantling a Daedra, the opposite of the divines, and banned from the realms which he now resided.

Forever apart, and doomed to a future of insanity.

The trauma you had from losing him caused a fair amount of trouble as you changed, causing lots of uncertainty and episodes where your new powers and agony caused severe destruction, but your servants and helpers would always be there to help fix things up after an episode.

But as time went by, less of your mortal form was seen, and the form of Sheogorath brought a new sense of peace to you as you became far more reserved, far less mortal as your mind adjusted. The remains of your mortal self were now locked away, but still, no one dared to bring up memories due to how unpredictable and violent the mad god was- he was capable of horrific things, and it was only masked by the happy song his voice harboured, along with the love of cheese. That very attitude is what truly made him terrifying, but most would not know.

Time helped you cope, but the scar remained in your mind. Martin watched you from beside the time god, and you let the time pass; knowing he was always watching, and that would have to do.