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

Nocturnal

NOCTURNALPOV

I leaned out the window, the vessel's body aching. It could not contain my immortal soul well, and it would be immensely uncomfortable to exist in this form. I scowled at the insane denizens of New Sheoth. My fingers curled into the gray stone ledge. My raven squawked in surprise as I whirled around hastily, striding across the room. The floor made my feet burn. I was also unused to walking about. My travels, if any, had always consisted of teleportation or hovering above the ground.

A knock at the door took me from my thoughts. "What is it?" I barked harshly, my black bird letting out a caw as if to enunciate me. I stroked its front as the door opened, my eyes fixing on the Argonian woman who had interrupted my musing.

"My Lady Reg--" I did not allow her to finish before snapping my fingers and allowing the Mazken to tear her apart. Her crimson blood stained my floor, and the mounts of the Dark Seducers began to consume the lizard bitch's body. Those guards were the only good in this land of insanity.

"I am not Regina." My voice was hardly more than a growl. The Mazken turned to me and dipped their heads.

"A fine night to you, My Lord Sheogorath," the one on the right said to me reverently.

"We serve you with pride, My Lord," echoed the leftmost Mazken. I pursed my lips-- another unfamiliar movement-- at being called Sheogorath. I was the Mistress of the Night, the Lady of Darkness and Patron of Shadows! I was not that blathering fool who watched over those with addled minds and impure thoughts. The Dark Seducers whipped the flanks on their strange wolf-like mounts, spurring them to leave.

I stared at my fingers, disliking even them. There was nothing about my vessel that I enjoyed, but that was one thing I was unable to change. I let out a slight hiss of annoyance, and the sky began to thunder.

It was then, just as lightning struck the tip of New Sheoth's palace, that inspiration struck me. Ever since I'd been banished to the Halls of the Damned, I had waited for years to put my plan into action, to allow my fellow Princes to rise up against the mortals who'd forgotten us and despised us, preferring instead the blasted Divines.

"Damn them all," I murmured, returning to the window and feeling a smile slowly creep onto my lips for the first time. "Damn them all indeed."