Beautiful Insanity (A Skyrim/Oblivion Fanfiction) ((ORIGINAL))

The Roots of Madness

I strode up the stairs, carrying the Staff in my hand. At Haskill's guidance, I stuck it in the Font of Madness-- and nothing happened. I turned my head towards Haskill, who said something-or-other about crystals tainting the Font of Madness. He informed me of the root tunnels below the palace, the entrance being behind Sheogorath's throne.

I walked through the fleshy entrance. I noticed several pools the further I went in, and cleaned them all by killing the priests guarding them. The more I cleaned, the less crystals were on the walls. Hell, even the tiny Gnarls helped me open more pathways.

The last room held the very last person I expected to see-- Syl. She glared at me and drew a nasty-looking warhammer.

"Look, it's Sheogorath's little skank." Rage filled my lithe body, and I bared my teeth in a furious snarl. I blasted her and the other priests with magic. Syl was just barely alive, and I kicked her in the face, causing her nose to start gushing blood. I snapped her arm and crushed her legs. She wailed in pain, and I almost felt pity for the Bosmer.

Almost.

She'd killed so many Mazken, not to mention betrayed Sheogorath. Hurt him, and us. Maybe if she hadn't messed up so badly, we wouldn't be in this position. After she begged to die, I obliged... by casting a slow, agonizing spell. It would burn her alive. I relished in it.

Once the bitch died, I took her unique weapon, called Nerveshatter. It had several enchantments on it, and though I wouldn't use it, it was certainly a neat trophy. I cleansed the final pool and left the root tunnel.

...

"Congratulations," Haskill said as I emerged from the tunnels. The Staff glowed brightly, and I lifted it when it dimmed. A surge of power lifted me up, and I felt... right. I was a queen, a goddess, in my own way.

And it was time to save my king.