Issues For The Soul

Summary: Perhaps being a Champion for ALL of the Daedric Princes wasn't the most intelligent idea after all.

She really, really didn't want to die.

It wasn't because she was afraid. Oh, no, it was purely the fact that this would happen.

"She belongs to the Void." hissed Sithis, his shadowy form lingering, intangible, but not so much to the other Daedric Princes.

"I do believe I lay claim on her soul when she died." Sheogorath said casually, his tone was formal, yet he seemed to be getting impatient as he poked Sithis' odd form. "Also, how do you breathe in there?"

"He's not wearing a costume, you old fart," Clavicus Vile grumbled, "Besides, her service belongs to me."

"I hold her soul!" Azura interrupted, glaring at them all, glowing orbs... well, glowing, menacingly.

"No fair!" Boethiah scowled at Azura, raising clawed fingers menacingly, "You got that Champion of Cyrodiil last time!" Azura looked like she was about to retort, but was cut off.

"That's true; you should stay out of this one, Azura!" Hircine glowered.

Mehrunes Dagon coughed gruffly, "Excuse me? I have rightful claim to her soul! My Razor was the perfect artefact, and thus, she owes me for it!"

"That piece of junk hardly ever works anyways!" Retorted Meridia, "Dawnbreaker is the sword she mostly uses out of all of your little artifacts!"

"Hey!" Molag Bal quipped, "My Mace was perfectly useful!"

"Out of all of us, she has actually sworn a binding Oath to me." Nocturnal said coldly.

"Well, I want to torture her for all eternity!" Vaermina snarled, "Even if she did kill that wretched Priest of Mara at the end, she still ruined my plans!"

"Well, I don't really care either way. We had a drink together, and caused chaos." Sanguine shrugged, "Win-win situation for me."

Peryite tilted his scaly head, "I don't really need her soul either..."

Azura's right eye twitched, "Then why in Oblivion are you here? Now that I can finally speak, I did not claim the Champion of Cyrodiil at all! Remember? Sheogorath is the Champion of the Third Era, you damn horkers!"

Sheogorath cocked his head, "Oh... right."

"That still doesn't give you rights to her soul." Namira said stiffly.

"Why don't you all just rip me apart and share?" The Dragonborn scowled... then stopped short.

...why did she just say that?

Oh, crap, now all of them seemed to be very receptive to that idea.

"I-I didn't say anything!" She squeaked.

"Did you now...?" They all chuckled evilly.

The Dragonborn paled.

A/N: As you can all obviously see, I am bored. Also, I had a thought about this situation, and I honestly wondered what would happen if the Dragonborn died, or even the Nerevarine or some other person who became a Champion for ALL of the Daedric Princes.

Please review~ ;)

P.S: Seriously, Mehrunes' Razor has never worked, even though I have hit so many enemies with it... XD

(Edit: 8/01/12 - Random inspiration keeps on popping up, and thus, I have decided to make this a collection...)