Sheogorath's Journal
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So this is my first fic ever, please excuse me for any errors.
Summary:
The inner thoughts of the Madgod.
This journal was received by an anonymous donor. The donor apparently found it in the Daedric realm of "The Shivering Isles", this claim has yet to be proved, this book will be transfered to the Arcane University for research after it is registered. Until then, it will be kept in the safety of the Imperial Palace Library by order of High Chancellor Ocato.
-Mid-Year 7, 3E434
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Gee, I really have nothing to write about now do I? Well It was Haskill who suggested that I do this, to "give"me some "imagination". Ha! I'm the Daedric Prince of Madness! I have plenty of imagination! Why, I created this whole realm myself didn't I? And what a beautiful realm it is.
Anyway back to this journal, I found it off some would-be champion when she died. You shouldn't shoot lightning at Daedric princes you know, its just rude! Luckily, she only wrote on the first page, so I tore it out.
My, I REALLY love to tear things out, one time I tore out a fellow's stomach because he said it hurt. Mortals, so dainty...
HEY! I just realize I have PLENTY of things to write about. Hooray for me! I want to go eat now, then I can write more later.
Ah how I love brain pie. Anyway, there was another punk who thought he could tame my realm. This time it was a Dunmer, he failed miserably. But I felt soooooo sorry for him that I let him live, at the cost of his sanity, that is. Well, its too bad he was killed shortly after he left the realm.
But... there was someone there when I saw him die. Someone... strong, yes? Yes. Strong. I felt it. Ohhhh I knew it! This is the person! The one that is going to save my realm! If they can get past the gatekeeper that is. A good test... I hate tests. They make my immortal brain itch.
Yes! I knew it all along! This IS the person, the one that will save MY realm. All I have to do is play it smooth. The person just killed the gatekeeper, a formidable foe, if I may say so myself.
The gatekeeper... Ha! So weak... to be defeated by a mortal... Well, what can you expect? It was created by a mortal after all. That Relmyna Verenim... what an odd one. Likes to play with dead things she does. And she thinks that sorry excuse for a "gatekeeper" is OUR child. Can you BELEIVE that?
No, of course you can't, you're nothing but a book.
I have just received word that the champion is on the palace grounds! I had better spruce up, maybe get some cheese for the mortal. Mortals eat cheese don't they?
I just finished talking to that mortal. By the way was it a he or a she? Meh, I don't know. All mortals look the same to me. Same color, same shape, same voice, same everything. SO I'll just refer to it as a "he". After all I am a boy aren't I? No, I'm a Daedric prince. I'm a MAN. An immortal one. But enough about me, more about the silly mortal.