A/N: if you have some interesting plot to the upcoming sins, do share it with us: 3

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"Master oh master! Grant me three skeever holes and a sweetroll! And my humble soul will serve thee forever!" Those were the same words that Azzam three-eye used to utter for years and years to follow. He was a humble thief once but his greed punished his soul when he stole the elder scrolls from the unwary dragonborn; the fool had actually taken a glimpse of the kel…. which rendered him insane of course.

Blind and maddened he was, still, he returned the scroll to the clumsy dragonborn with unseen amount of luck (he was blind and yet he managed to reach his target, thus the name three eye) . Since then, he wandered harmlessly in the city of stone. While the divines of nine cared not for him, a certain daedra visited his less frequent dreams.

"Your persistency is almost unseen mortal…. Pledge your loyalty to me, Molag Bal, and I will-"

"Pfft! off with you bal! Can't you see that this pooooor soul like skeevers and sweetrolls! Go and bother someone else with your boooooooring scheme of blah blah! Pfft!" it was perhaps the first time when two powerful daedric princes contend over a pitiful soul like Azzam. The man stood in utter silence in disbelieves "Ugh! Fine, take your wretch. I can't tolerate further madness anymore."

"Mind not that fool, bloodshed this bloodshed that …. Utterly boring, but you my darling…. We have so much to do! Here take this book, read it and poof! Skeever holes, sweetrolls and fish sticks on your lap!"

"But….i can't read. Master" Azzam regretfully admitted to the prince of madness. Sheogorath burst in laughter "HAHAHA! Ohh the irony…" he found his new hound crying up a bit "awww don't be such a baby. Now be a good boy and give the book to the next person you se- oh sorry my bad, mind you the next BALD person with flabby teats. I must go now; the half-giant boy is about to burst the poor woman's womb! A sight to see…"

Azzam woke up in the cold streets like always, he thought that it was a wild dream but he found a book inside his backpack …. Then he went amok.

"BALD MAN WITH FLABBY TEATS!BALD MAN WITH FLABBY TEATS" he shouted in the busy stone marketplace, touching any head or chest he could encounter. It wasn't a surprise that he got beaten by the guards in a matter of minutes (and some of the bystanders…. Women especially).

"What do we have here? A sobered man after a skooma party?" One of the guards taunted Azzam who was lying on the ground threads away from losing consciousness. "oh well, I think we got ourselves a new miner. Of-"

"Halt!"

Eyes were fixed on the man who dared and interrupted the guards "leave his man be, some guards you are besting a blind man. Fire arm won't be pleased when my words reach his ear."

"No no no no! Apologies thane…we take our leave then." The bunch of guards disappeared from the scene quickly; no one wanted to get on the bad side of Aesir after all. The above mentioned thane helped Azzam to get up "It is a rude way to describe obese men, watch your tongue. Now how can I be of service?"

"Are you the bald man with fla- err I mean …erhm?"

"That I am just call me Vidius Quntius."

"Here book! Now I demand my skeever holes! A-and sweetrolls!" the blind man shoved the book harshly, little did he knew that the man in front of him was a well-known author across Skyrim who wrote about the mysteries of daedra. Vidius scanned the book quickly then he gasped in astonishment "I think… this book might worth more than a sweetroll…."

"JUST GIVE ME MY SWEETROLL! I don't care for skeever holes anymore…. Not very tasty."

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In the next few months, Azzam had – aside from his sweetroll- a small cottage in Riften as a reward for the artifact that he uncovered…. Sins and fish sticks!

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I thought a back story is a must so yeah. We have lust, wrath, envy, greed, gluttony, sloth and pride… who's first?