Part 2 - Sheogorath and the Planewalker (Sequel)

Part 11 - The Reward

SIGURD'S VIEWPOINT

Opening his eyes, he was aware of excruciating pain in his body and he began crying. "When will this end." He muttered miserably to himself.

"It already has" an accented voice drawled. " You're in my guest room. I do hope you like the gift I left on your nightstand. I thought you'd appreciate it. Where is it by the way?"

Sigurd pointed across the room gulping in fear at the vegetable.

"Aw, let me get that for you" The Daedra whispered to the traumatizes mage "it looks like it fell off and rolled out of your reach". He stood up and walked toward it.

"NO!!!" Screaming, the mage cried even harder. "Please! No! Get it away from me!"

"Either way" the Daedra said with a huge grin. "I thought you might want to see your grandson. Deirdre gave birth to our beautiful baby boy."

"You respect me enough to show me personally?" Sigurd wiped tears from his eyes in disbelief.

"I do now. You've paid your debt to me and are now plagued by a form of madness. We'll talk more about this later. Right now, here. Be gentle with him or I'll pluck out your eyes and serve them at the next feast as a delicacy!"

Reaching out, the Planewalker gathered the child in his arms Tenderly he strokes the cheek of his grandson's face. Sheodor giggled and smiled, showing his jagged teeth and fangs. "Will you look at that! I've never seen anything like him!" Unwrapping the baby and examining him, Sigurd smiled and lifted his grandson to his face and kissed him on the forehead. How could he not love his little sweetie. It definitely looked like a Daedra, but that certainly wasn't surprising. "Hey, little Tyke. I'm your grandpop." Sheodor reached his little clawed hands forward and very gently put one hand on each cheek of the mage. Sigurd began to cry and held the baby tightly.

Sheogorath reached for his son and wrapped him in his blankets. "He seems to like you so you won't lose your eyes for looking at him... at least for now. Maybe if I ever need to pluck out your eyes, my son would be more than happy to eat them. Congratulations oh earning an important place in my court. I place you as the ruler of Dementia. You have earned it."
Turning, Sheogorath began to leave.

Sigurd looked dazed. "This isn't the end of things, is it Mad God..."

Without looking behind him, Sheogorath stated. "No, it's only the beginning."