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

The End of Order

A crash outside alerted me, and I realized that the forces of Order had come. An Aureal burst through the doors, panting. "Your Grace! Please... Jyggalag has reached us! He's sent crystals, Knights, Priests..." she trailed off, fear in her yellow feline-like eyes. "The Obelisk of Order has been activated."

...

I threw Hearts of Order into the Obelisk of Order, shutting it down. No sooner had I completed that had a second Obelisk appeared on the other side of the Courtyard. Damn!

I hurried over, but was knocked down by the one... by Sh-- no, by Jyggalag.

Jyggalag. 

A shiver ran through me, and I knew this wouldn't be easy. It was a massive form covered in silver armor, jagged and harsh. His entire head was covered by a spiked helm, and I hated it. I hated everything about Jyggalag-- especially that he had taken Sheogorath from me. He couldn't be my Sheogorath, could he?

"Puny mortal," he hissed, sticking a sword at my neck. I swallowed and closed my eyes. Forgive me, my love. I blew him back with a spell, stunning him long enough for me to deactivate the Obelisk and my Mazken and Aureals to kill the remaining Knights and Priests of order.

Jyggalag recovered and glared at me. Gone was the fine, chiseled face I loved so very much. I could see nothing through the cold helmet of Jyggalag. He continued towards me, slicing my stomach with his sword. I gasped in surprised pain and clutched at the wound. It wasn't deep, but he had inflicted it, which was so much worse. It would scar, and it would remain for the rest of my life, a horrible reminder of the man that had gone.

"Please, you don't want to hurt me!" I pleaded. He ignored me, continuing to advance and swinging his sword. I was thrown to the ground, head smacked against the hard stone. "Sheogorath, no! I'm begging you!" My begging was useless, and so were my spells. I was no match for him. I never could have been. Tears edged out of my eyes as I held up my hand, realizing I had one choice. I realized then that I couldn't save him, no matter how much I wanted to, no matter how much I'd gone through to do so. It was over, it was all over. No matter who won... he needed to know. "Sheogorath, if you're listening, if there's anything of you left... I love you." His ever-so-brief hesitation was enough for me to plunge my tiny dagger into his chest, tears welling up in my eyes. My throat constricted, and I tried to stop full-blown wails from escaping my lips-- and failing. 

"R-Regina?" he croaked, coughing terribly. My own choking sobs intermingled with his gasps. His form was flickering as I ripped off his pale gray helm.

Oh, there he was... Sheogorath. Jyggalag. I stroked his hair back and kissed him. I poured everything I was into the kiss. He returned my passion, his hand on the small of my back. I let go, the tears now freely falling onto his pale cheeks as I pressed my forehead to his.

"I'm so sorry..." I whispered, chest shuddering with anguish.

"D-don't be," he gasped. "You only did w-what I told you to." There was no smile, nothing that could convince me I wouldn't hate myself after this. His quickening breaths only made it worse, more obvious.

"You can't go, you can't..." I tried a Restoration spell, truly a last resort. He'd come back, but I would lose him all the same.

"It w-won't heal," he groaned, his bloody hand clasped in mine. "Not on Daedra."

"Please..." I covered his face with kisses, praying to every god that had ever existed to give me this one thing. He only shook his head slowly, painfully.

"Allow me, Regina... you're the love of my life... my very long, tortured, lonely life. Allow me to return you... to your world." I realized what was happening.

"No, no no!" I shrieked, fear filling me. "You can't do this! Please, save your strength... you'll live! I love you, I love you, I love you... hold on..." the Daedric Prince ignored my pleads, pressing a hand to my head.

"Goodbye... love of mine." I screamed in fear and protest as he whispered to me, sending me back to the sandy island with no trace of him or the mysterious door.