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

Shivering Isles

Note: Extreme gore.

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I appeared in Sheogorath's Realm-- or my Realm. My chest shook with a cry I hadn't allowed before. I wanted to wring my parent's throats. Their protests echoed. But they had orchestrated Jyggalag's death. They'd found the perfect way to break me, to kill me.

Despite the loss and tears, I had a Realm to run. We had been away from the isles for two hundred years. Certainly there were new citizens now, and Haskill... my friend. Was he dead? Or was he granted immortality? I teleported myself to the palace, almost feeling something like joy when I saw the chamberlain standing near the throne.

"Haskill!" His head snapped up, and his face was filled with pure shock from seeing me.

"Regina?! What..."

"Jyggalag is dead, not by my hand, but by those who deserve death... and may get it in the future, depending on when I feel up to taking a vacation." I waved my hand, dispelling Haskill from the room before collapsing on my throne with my head in my hands.

I finally allowed myself to let it out. I remained there for hours, hours in which I did nothing but mourn and cry.

I'd had him back. And I'd lost him. All too suddenly, all too quickly.

All because of them.

...

Over the next few days, Haskill did all he could to try and bring my spirits back.

"I have a dancer," he offered. I shrugged it away. More likely than not, I'd send the dancer far above the sky and allow her to plummet to the ground and die. 

As I was walking through the forest one day, I spotted Xedilian. I could do with a bit of torture, I thought wryly. After all... it draws in adventurers like a moth to a flame.

...

Kiliban, still alive, was overjoyed to see me-- and it seemed he knew I was the new Madgod.

"My Queen," he murmured reverently, bowing. I held my head up high, my decorated split-colored finery gathering around my feet. "To whom do I owe thanks for the pleasure of your company?"

"My parents," I said emotionlessly. That's how I was dealing with my love's death. Cutting off my feelings until I was an empty husk.

"Then I must thank--"

"They killed him." I allowed a twinge of anger into my voice. "I will not thank them. But I am in the mood for bloodshed, Kiliban. I need citizens to bow to me. Torture to my enemies. Death to satisfy me."

Kiliban didn't comment, only moved aside to allow me to take the controls. With a wave of my hand, I added new chambers. The perks of being a goddess. I waited, but not for long. Soon enough, a party of adventurers came through. There was a Bosmer, an Orc, Dunmer, and two Nords.

What in Oblivion...?

Oh, I was going to enjoy this. The Bosmer resembled Syl so closely it was almost uncanny, as if she'd returned from the dead. The Orc was a mirror image of the Orc I'd despised my first time in Xedilian. The Dunmer... Karliah, that goddamn Daedric Princess... and the Nords looked just like my parents.

The female Nord had braided red hair, the male with darker red hair. My blood boiled. Were the gods... or the Princes... sending me the faces of everyone I despised?