A day in the life of a Daedra
Chapter 1: "New Prince Madness"
In the darkest corner of oblivion, a meeting was being held regarding the situation of the newly appointed prince of madness.
Storming into the meeting and flipping over a table, Mehrunes Dagon yelled "WE CANNOT ALLOW A MORTAL TO BECOME A DAEDRIC PRINCE!"
"You are just mad because he defeated you in Tamriel and stopped the Oblivion Crisis." said Sanguine, the Daedric Prince of the Debauchery.
"This isn't the end of the world, Dagon." said Hircine, the Daedric Prince of the Hunt.
All of the Daedric Princes where in this meeting except for the newly appointed Prince of Madness. Mehrunes Dagon, the Daedric Prince of Destruction was having another fit of rage regarding the situation while the others were trying to calm him down before he destroyed the meeting room again.
Meanwhile, outside the enormous structure stood the champion of Cyrodiil, a title given to him after the Oblivion Crisis. He was in deep thought regarding the current events of his life, having saved Tamriel from the forces of Oblivion and then traveling to the Shivering Isles had been quite an adventure, but nothing had prepared him for this.
"Why did I cross that portal? Screw that, why did I even think about crossing it!? Everything was so much easier back in Tamriel..." he began to recall all the adventures he had in the mortal plain until that moment when his life changed. He couldn't tell if this change was a blessing or a curse bestowed upon him by the former prince of madness, after all, Sheogorath had a wicked sense of humor.
"Sigh, better get this over with." he said redirecting himself towards the massive structure where the meeting was being held. As he entered the structure, he was greeted by three of his fellow daedric princes, or at least the ones that didn't hate him as much as the others. In front of him stood the beautiful lady Azura, which by far was the nicest of the bunch, standing next to her was Mephala, whom he wished stopped looking like an arachnid mistress, and last but not least the biggest douche of them all, Sanguine, who at the time was handing something to Mephala while talking to Azura.
"So what do you guys think of this?" asked Sanguine while taking a sip of his drink.
"I think we should just let him be, he is Sheogorath after all." said Azura before taking Sanguine's drink and tossing it away from him.
"What in Oblivion's name is wrong with you woman!" said sanguine before turning towards the door and greeting the new prince.
"Well, well, look who decided to show up to the party." said Sanguine while forming a wicked smile that left the Champion of Cyrodiil immobilized for a few seconds before answering the God of Debauchery.
"I figured you guys would be done arguing since I didn't hear any yelling coming from inside."
"Sigh, that's because Molag finally made Dagon shut up, we had to pin him down to the ground to put some sense in to him" Azura said, making Sanguine burst out laughing.
At the sight of this the champion released a breath he didn't know he had been holding, it was still new to him that he was in fact talking with the same daedric princes that threaten Tamriel on a regular basis, but here he was, watching and thinking they weren't that different from a dysfunctional family.
"We should return to the meeting room to end this debate once and for all." Said Mephala, who was starting to get irritated by how long this meeting was resulting to be. Everyone else agreed and went into the meeting room.
Mephala and Sanguine entered first, while Azura stayed behind to talk to the champion.
"Alright mortal you are about to experience something no other mortal has seen or heard about, so hold your tongue and only speak when you are spoken to, and don't try to say anything funny or it may be the last thing you say." She spoke. It was more of a command rather than a question so the champion nodded a followed her towards the meeting room.
As they entered the room the champion could feel the hatred coming towards him, but he couldn't do anything about it; he was new to this whole deal about being a god so respecting their rules would put him off to a good start, unless they decided to kill him, so he remained quiet and took a seat at the end of the table.
"Let's go straight to the point." Molag Bal, the Daedric Prince of Domination was the first to talk. Everyone shifted their attention towards his menacing figure. The champion made a mental note and decided to stay out of Molag's bad side, then he proceeded to shift his attention to what the Prince was about to say.
"A new Sheogorath has been appointed, he is free to do whatever he pleases within our standards as Daedric Princes; if he does not meet our standards he will be stripped of his power, as we did with Jyggalag, and then his mortal form will be erased from this plane of existence." Molag spoke in a commanding voice, which a lot of the other Princes hated since he wasn't their leader, but they remained silent, not wanting to start another Daedric Battle Royale. Molag shifted his attention towards the champion.
"You haven't spoken at all, would you like to take the floor? Or are you unsure about yourself Champion?"
It was obviously a taunt; he was testing him to see if he was overwhelmed with all this; well he beat the Oblivion Crisis and also defeated Jyggalag, this wouldn't stop him. So he stood up as straight as he could and stared into Molag's eyes with the same level of determination he had when fighting against all odds.
"Bring it on tough guy." He said, earning small laughs from a few of the other princes whose expressions could make any mortal beg for mercy, or a quick death, but he wasn't just a mortal, he was Sheogorath, the Daedric Prince of Madness.