There are many who would say my existence is a curse on this world. Perhaps they are right; I do not deny I have committed countless atrocities in my life. Others might say I am a blessing, though I dare say they are probably fewer. It seems there are always those who benefit from the misfortunes of others, for I suppose that is how assassins and thieves such as myself are able to thrive in this world. It amazes me the lengths some people will go to, the amount of coin some people will pay, to completely ruin the life of another fellow man. Whether it be murder, theft, sabotage, or perhaps even just spying, there is always someone who will pay to have it done, and there is always someone like me who will carry it out and will stop at nothing to complete the task.
Regardless of how the world perceives me, my crimes against it are numerous. I have robbed and murdered innocents, betrayed those who once called me friend to further my own causes, completely destroyed families; I have even ransacked entire villages, leaving no survivors. I have slain military commanders and politicians, and even crippled an entire Empire by assassinating its Emperor right on his own ship.
This is not the greatest of my transgressions however. Oh no, my greatest crime goes far beyond that. I have in my possession a very powerful weapon that is capable of darkening the sun itself. You see, I am a vampire; perhaps one of the most powerful in Tamriel. Vampires have feared the sun for as long as we have existed, and we are forced to hunt our prey during the dark hours of the night and shut ourselves away during daylight. The sun is considered one of the primary connections between the Gods and our mortal world, and I have the power to sever it. I have spat in the face of Akatosh himself, and all of my kind are now free to feed as we please.
As I sit here in my castle in Skyrim writing this, for the first time I'm actually reflecting completely on everything I have done and am fully realizing the consequences of my choices. I'm not saying I regret my actions; I've lusted for eternal power for as long as I can remember, and nothing brings me greater pleasure than killing those who oppose me. But despite the power I have gained, I still feel a certain emptiness inside me; like something is still unfulfilled. As I am a vampire gifted with immortality, I will live on until the end of time, and I feel that no matter what I accomplish, I will always be left yearning for more. If I ever fill this void, that still remains to be seen.
I am writing this because I want to have a written record of my legacy. Should I ever be slain, I want the world to remember my deeds. I want people to tremble in fear at the mere mention of my name, to know that the world was once at my mercy. My name is Sargoth Drelas, and this is my story, of a Dunmer who defied the Gods themselves and brought Tamriel to its knees.