A Series of Daedric Events (a Skyrim fanfiction)

Chapter Five - The Whispering Door

I pretty much live alone in Breezehome. I used to live there with Maryse, Lydia and Blaise but Maryse ran away to join her assassin friends, Blaise moved out to go to the College of Winterhold and Lydia betrayed us all. So now it's just me because Sofie sleeps in Jorrvaskr. I don't mind the empty home so much, but sometimes it gets lonely.

I empty the things from my satchel - Clavicus's circlet, Mehrunes Razor, Azura's star and I hang up the Saviour's Hide in my wardrobe. I slip into a comfortable sleeping tunic and I place Clavicus's circlet on my head in front of the looking glass, wondering what it's supposed to do for me.

"Do you need assistance?" I hear a voice in my head and I whirl around. Standing in front of me, in my room, is Clavicus Vile.

"What are you doing here?" I yelp.

"You wore the circlet, so I assumed you needed help of some kind," Clavicus looks bored. "Or a wish granted?"

"I don't trust you! Why would I ask you for a wish or a favour?" I scowl. "I'm taking this circlet off and never wearing it again if it means you show up in my room. I could have been indecent,"

"That would have been a treat,"

"You're disgusting," I scowl at Clavicus Vile.

"And you still haven't taken off that circlet, even though you were quite determined to do so," Clavicus grins slyly.

"Where's Barbas? I'd rather deal with him than with you," I huff.

"Oh, come now. I can tell you what you need to hear," Clavicus approaches me and I hold up my fists. I may not have my sword strapped to my back, but I can still pack one hell of a punch.

"Which is?"

"What you're supposed to do next," Clavicus looks triumphant.

"I know that," I snap. "Find the next Daedric Prince who needs my help and, well, deal with whatever needs to be done,"

"But do you know which Prince?" Clavicus strokes his beard thoughtfully and campily. "Hm? What if I told you that she was right here in Whiterun?"

I lower my fists. "Who? Where?"

Clavicus laughs. "I don't give something for nothing,"

"Well then what do you want? I already told you that I don't trust you,"

"You wound me," Clavicus holds his fist to his heart. "When have I ever given you a reason to distrust me?"

I stare at him incredulously. "Your entire being reeks of mistrust and betrayal!"

"Well that is interesting because the Daedric Prince you're going to meet next is the darling Prince of all the finest things in life - sex, lies and murder," Clavicus grins. "Can you take a guess at who?"

"Since when are those three the finest things in life?" I ask distastefully. "And, no, I can't guess because I know next to little about the Daedra!"

The smug expression on Clavicus's face disappears and it's replaced by one of confusion. "I can understand distaste at lies and murder...but se-"

"I don't want to talk about it," I writhe uncomfortably. "I'm taking off the circlet now,"

Before Clavicus can make a rude or annoying comment about my lack of knowledge about the Daedra and experience with, well, sex, I whip off the circlet and he disappears from my room and I breathe a sigh of relief. 

Although I get to thinking. If I'm going to be the Champion of all the Daedra then I should brush up on my knowledge of them. Of what they stand for, what they represent and whether or not they can be trusted. I know that Azura is a decent Prince and Hircine seemed...neutral. But those like Mehrunes Dagon or Molag Bal? I'm dreading any further encounter with Mehrunes and eventually having to speak to Molag Bal and carry out whatever it is he commands.