Sheo seemed genuinely surprised at my answer. Nonetheless, he trailed behind me.

"How hard do I have to work for it?" He asked.

"Hard enough."

"How hard is hard enough?"

"Hard enough until I determine when you've worked hard enough."

He stopped for a moment, then grabbed my wrist, spinning me around. His eyes locked onto mine and I cold not escape.

"I truly am glad you're back." He whispered.

I hugged him tightly, and he lifted me off the ground.

"I'm glad to be back, dear."

He nodded, then a sad look crossed his face.

Before I could ask what was wrong, he explained to me.

"When you got back to the castle last night after seeing me, I was going to send you on another mission, except that was obviously pushed back, considering your condition."

"I'm fine Sheogorath. What needs to be done?"

His hands rested on his hips as he began to ask about the light in the chapel and if I had seen it.

"Um, no, can't say that I have."

"Exactly, because it has blown out in the time of the Greymarch! I don't need my people panicking now, so I need you to go to Cylarne and collect the flame of Agnon."

"Anything else I should be aware of?"

"Oh yes, my immortal servants are dedicating to serving me, and it can really be divine. Divinely tiresome. Just be careful, that's all I ask."

"Of course. I'm always careful."

He shook his head and sighed.

"I was afraid you would say something like that."

--

When I arrived in Cylarne, the Dark Seducers were on one side while the Golden Saints were on another. I introduced myself to both leaders and both explained that they were at war with the other and they needed my help to recapture Cylarne. I sighed, knowing this meant I had to pick a side. I decided to help the Dark Seducers, and made my way to speak with the leader, Ulfri.

"Can you find out about the Aureal's battle plans?"

"I can try." I replied tiredly and made my way across the courtyard.

I approached Kaneh and asked her of her plans. She explained she wanted to take the main entrance into the shrine. I explained this to Ulfri and she nodded, repositioning all her troops. I felt bad that I could possibly be leading hundreds of soldiers to their deaths, but it didn't matter anyway because everyone was immortal. They will simply be cast into the waters of Oblivion to await rebirth. I went back to Kaneh and told her I would lead her troops in. They followed quietly behind, and I could practically taste the trepidation in their sweat. They were right to be nervous, because I was leading them right into a trap. They realized my plan however, and began to attack me. I dived out of the way before they had a chance to seriously injure me. Kaneh raised her sword over my head and she grazed my shoulder before I had a chance to withdraw my own sword. We clashed for several minutes until my sword found her bare flesh and I slashed her deeply. She sank to her knees and spit blood onto my armor and I slit her throat, ending the battle between the Aureals and the Mazken.

"Thank you mortal," Ulfri called across the room, "Now I will sacrifice my own life to relight the flame. Take it back to New Sheoth and relight the flame!"

She walked into a pit and stabbed herself, falling over dead. Before I could have a reaction, the flame was relit. Mirel led me back to the surface to where the flame of Agnon stood burning. Mirel told me to walk in, and I reluctantly obeyed. I closed my eyes and walked in, feeling a cool air blow across the my skin. When I opened my eyes, I was engulfed in the flame! Without hesitation, I ran back to New Sheoth to continue my quest to end the Greymarch.

--

I returned to the Chapel and spoke to Sheogorath, who was surprised to see me.

"Now, you have to make a decision."

"Okay, I'm ready."

"You must become Duchess of Dementia or Mania. Choose carefully because there are no 're-do's'. This is permanent Layla, do you understand?"

"Of course," I replied carefully, "but won't the Duke or Duchess be upset if I take their place?"

He smiled.

"No, no, no, no, no! Well, yes, but that doesn't matter now. Go speak with the priests and pick a realm to rule."

I sighed and spoke to each one. In order to be Duchess of Mania, I had to poison Thadon's food, then take his blood and place it on the altar. To become Duchess of Dementia, I had to cut out Syl's heart and bring it to the altar. Either way, someone was going to die, and…

Someone's blood will be on my hands.

I considered my options for a minute, then took a deep breath and relit one fire.

--SHEOGORATH'S POV--

I sat down in a pew, balancing my cane between my legs, watching Layla make her decision. She looked back to me, and I gave her no hint to what she should rule. Her copper brown eyes flickered, and her body still glowed with the flame of Agnon. She considered her options carefully, then moved towards Dementia.

"Yes.." I whispered faintly as she relit the fires of Dementia.

It was settled then. Layla would become Duchess of Dementia, and she would later become me, Sheogorath, Prince of Madness.