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

Destruction

"By Sheogorath's staff..." I whispered. The once-stone palace of Sheogorath was now a huge castle made of black metal, its edges gleaming cruelly. Only the Mazken were visible patrolling the streets. No Golden Saints were in sight. I distantly wondered what Nocturnal had done to the golden Daedra protectors. The Dark Seducers' wolflike mounts were equipped with the same black metal that made up the palace.

Bloodred banners with crescent moons adorned the sides, and I realized that as much as she had changed the castle, it was nothing compared to how much she would change the Isles. New plants grew from the ground, strange in their ethereal appearance. They seemed to catch the moonlight. The ground rumbled, and I sensed great anger emanating from inside Sheogorath's-- no, Nocturnal's-- palace.

"Haskill!" The shriek of anger sent fear into my bones. Damn. Before the furious god could locate me, I'd already utilized the power of the Isles and opened the Strange Door. I vanished into the glowing portal before the Prince could even realize I was no longer present in New Sheoth.

I reappeared outside the Strange Door, seeing it odd to have reformed in the middle of the bay. It was a good representation of how He had been when still on His throne. When Jyggalag was Sheogorath, and Regina came stumbling in with no idea of what lay before her...

Still, Regina was a great friend, one I'd ended up caring for. If there was one thing I could do, dammit, I'd break into the darkness of the Damned Halls. I would resurrect her and Jyggalag, have them send Nocturnal from the Isles. I would do anything for my Lords.