This is a funny idea that me and some of my friends had planned awhile ago. Before we start, I'll give you a few notes.

Molag Bal- Is totally hot. In all his statues, he appears as this...jackal thingy. His human form however, makes him into a handsome, gothic young man with jackal ears.

Sheogorath- He's pretty much the same. Still crazy.

This is completely AU and only here for entertainment. So don't come yelling at me while I have my fun.

I do not own Elder Scrolls. Do NOT sue me. I have no money.

Chapter 1- The insanity begins...

Molag Bal was bored. So very bored. His worshipers weren't doing anything interesting at all. They sacrificed innocents, killed themselves, prayed to him endlessly and pissed him off to no end. They were so bitchy and complained too much. "I'm cold." "This is stupid." "How do we even know he exists?" "Do you think he's cute?" He cute comment had pissed him off the most. He was a Daedric prince for Oblivion's sake! He was NOT cute! Down right sexy and evil, but not cute. He reminded himself to destroy them all later in a blaze of un-holy hell fire.

He sat on his throne and sighed. There was no one attractive enough to suduce in his own plane of Oblivion. There was no one here that he had to fight for. Anyone he wanted he would Rape and they would allow him to do so without a fight. Boring.

"OI!!!! BROTHER BAL!!!!"

Molag Bal rolled his eyes and looked up at the celing of his palace for the owner of that strange and utterly rediciulous accent. Sheogorath stood upsidedown on the celing and waved cheerfully. Molag Bal crossed his legs and rested his head on his palm while looking up at the prince of Madness.

"Sheo. Get down here. You know I hate talking to you when you do this."

Within seconds, Sheogorath made contact with the floor with a skull shattering impact. Molag Bal winced at the sound. He never knew why Sheogorath had to do it like that each time he paid him a visit. Despite his brothers antics, Molag Bal was not amused. He got up and kicked Sheogorath's head slightly with his heeled boot.

"Get up Sheo. I'm not in the mood."

Sheogorath lifted himself easily and smiled a bit mockingly. "What's a matter Bal? Got a stick shoved up your keester?"

Molag Bal growled. "You'd do well not to mock me in my plane of Oblivion, Sheogorath."

He ignored him and tried to balance his cane on his open palm. "I'm just as bored as you are Bal. No need to get all defnsive on me." He grinned and did a little dance in place.

Molag Bal raised a slender eyebrow but had learned not to question Sheogorath anymore. If the little retard felt like dancing, then why the hell not. Let him dance. No matter how horrible it was. "How did you know I was bored."

"I've been watching you for about twenty minutes now. I can only assume you were bored, becuse you kept sighing and mumbling under your breath!" he stopped dancing and smiled innconetly.

Molag Bal swore under his breath. "What do you want?"

"To have fun." Was the Mad god's reply. "We could mess around and watch the rats. I hear they race well this season!"

"I think I'll pass on watching rat racing. Thanks anyway."

Sheogorath frowned. "Well I just don't want to sit around all day like you have." He strached his beard, in apparent deep thought. "Do you have something blunt, Bal?"

"Wha?"

"You know, you know... A blunt object."

Molag Bal blinked. "My Mace."

"Jolly good!" Hand it over."

"...Why?"

"Just give it to me Bal! Quick before the idea goes away!"

Molag Bal shrugged and produced his mace.Then handed it over to Sheogorath. He watched silently as Shogorath lifted the mace, then hit himself in the head with it. Quite hard too. It was burried into his skull ans Molag Bal would see some of his brain.

"I GOT IT!!!" Sheogorath yelled and pulled the mace free. His head instantly healed. Then he handed the bloody mace back to Molag Bal. The prince of Rape grimmanced and cast his mace aside for now. He'd have to clean it later.

"Got what, Sheo?" He dared to ask.

"An idea!"

Silence followed his words. Molag Bal was starring at him. Waiting for more. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"What's the idea?"

"Holy moley. I had an idea?"

Molag Bal blinnked again. "Rightttttt... Why don't you go back to the shivering isles, Sheo. They are missing their village idiot."

"Who, Balen? He was there when I left. Poor Balen. do you know where he's gotten to, brother Bal?"

Molag Bal waved his hand in dismissal. "Forget it."

"Okay. Hold please." Sheogorath was starring blankly at the wall,until a small smile slipped onto his face. "There. It's forgotten. What were we talking about again, Bal?"

"About how you annoy me to no end."

"Really? I don't recall comming here to tell you that. I thought I came here to tell you about my plan to mess with the other daedra."

That caught Molag Bal's attention. "That sounds like fun."

"Ta! I knew you'd be interested! besides old Sanguine, you're the only Daedra who likes to have fun with me!"

"Becuse no one else can stand you, Sheo."

"Maybe your right. Maybe your wrong. who knows!"

Molag Bal grabbed Sheogorath by the shoulders and forched the smaller man to look at him. "How right you are, sweet brother." That evil grin came to Molag Bal's face and he dug his long claw-like fingers into Sheogorath's shoulder. "Who shall we play with first?"

End of chapter 1.

Uhoh. please forgive any spelling errors I might have made. I am at a friends home and don't have my beloved spell check. The other chapters will be better.