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+A through F › Elder Scrolls - Oblivion
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,155
Reviews:
2
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Sheogorath. The matchmaker
Thanks for all the reviews!!! I was asked a couple of questions so I’ll answer those now.
Vivec is completely golden. Like a real Chimer. Tehe.
I haven’t updated in a while…. I’m sorry. Work and school occupy most of my time. I also have severe writers block in almost all my stories. It sucks but I do the best I can.
Thank you for all the lovely reviews. It may get a bit serious in this chapter but that’s why Sheo exists. To make things interesting.
So, I bring you the next chapter. Strait from the mind of a psychopath.
Chapter 5- Sheogorath. The matchmaker.
No one looked away. The room was filled with shocked faces and uneasy silence. The tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Azura looked ready to kill and faint. Boethiah looked pleased with himself and Molag Bal was frozen in place. He just couldn’t believe that he was looking into the eyes of his Ex-lover.
Since it was so eerily silent in the room, someone had to break the tension. Unfortunately for everyone else, Sheogorath decided it would be him.
“FLAMMING DOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he screamed. As soon as he did, they started to fall from the ceiling, seemingly out of nowhere. Meridia screeched and it all went down hill from there. They all scattered trying to avoid flaming doggie doom. Sheogorath laughed like a maniac and danced as his puppies fell from the sky.
The only ones who didn’t take cover, or even move, were Molag Bal and Vivec. They were in a dead lock stare. Molag Bal wanted to look away. He wanted to lash out and strangle the chimer where he stood. He wanted to scream, to kill, to destroy something and yet he couldn’t move. Vivec’s eyes held him tightly in place. Unable to speak…..unable to move…..
Vivec smiled suddenly. It made Molag Bal’s eye twitch. It was as he remembered him… Beautiful, pure and untainted. He instantly wished to tarnish that purity like he had so many years ago.
“How beautiful you are…” Vivec spoke for the first time he arrived.
Molag Bal’s eyes widened. Vivec had vowed never to call him beautiful again. What was going on?!
He felt Vivec’s eyes drawing him in and his feet began to move on there own accord. He felt himself reach out to touch that beautiful man. He wanted so much to touch him… He-
“BAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Sheogorath screamed and tackled Molag Bal to the ground. Molag Bal’s eyes shut involuntarily and he broke eye contact with Vivec.
“SHEO!” he screamed trying to move his face away from the floor.
“GLOMP, BAL!!!!! GLOMP!!!!”
“GET OFF ME!!!!!”
“BUT BAL!!!!! GLOMP!!!!!”
Molag Bal pushed Sheogorath off of him. “What the hell does glomp mean?!”
Sheogorath shrugged. “I hear little girls say it when they tackle someone to the floor. So, I figured I’d try it.”
Molag Bal scowled and turned to look back at Vivec. Problem was, Vivec was gone and so was Boethiah.
Molag Bal screamed in rage and kicked an unfortunate flaming dog that had survived it’s decent and foolishly wandered close to him. “HOW FUCKING DARE HE?!?!”
Sheogorath tilted his head and watched his brother vent his rage out on the defenseless dog. Hey, better it than him.
“Relax Bal. Go with the flow! …..Wait. On second thought, don’t go with the flow. You might get pulled by the current and end up in Malacath’s realm. Did I tell you that happened to me once? Funny story actually. You see, what happened was-.”
“I DON’T CARE!!!!” Molag Bal screamed at him, his tail lashing side to side, furiously. “I JUST- I want to be alone!” So he stormed off and left Sheogorath behind him.
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Sheogorath didn’t like it. Molag Bal had been sulking for a week now. He refused to leave his plane of Oblivion. He just sat there all day, sulking and staring off into space. He didn’t even retaliate when Sheogorath had called him a “little girly man with no backbone and tasted like clowns.”
Boring.
He had tried to replace Molag Bal at first but no one was willing to follow through with one of the daedric princes’ schemes. Azura hit him when he asked. He guessed that she still hated him. Oh well! He didn’t like Malacath and Mehrunes would only smack him into the waters of oblivion, so he couldn’t ask anyone else in the house of troubles. He tried Sanguine but the prince was always drunk and couldn’t help plot anything that didn’t have to do with sex and drinking. So he turned to the only person he could ever talk to other than Molag Bal.
“HASKILL!!!!!!!!!!!”
Haskill flinched. “I’m three feet from you sir. No need to shout.”
Sheogorath raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about Haskill? Three feet is absurd! Two makes much more sense…. You only have two feet!” He grinned stupidly.
Haskill sighed dejectedly. “Do you need me for something, sir?”
“I WANT MC NUGGETS!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Haskill blinked. “What?”
“Wait…. That’s not what I was going to say. I wanted something else. Oh! Don’t get me wrong. I still want the Mc nuggets. Make sure you get on that now. Or I‘ll kill you….”
“Err. As you wish sire.” He turned to leave.
“Where ya’ going Haskill?! I’m not through talking to you!”
“I thought you wanted Mc nuggets sire.”
“What the hell are Mc nuggets?! Your talking crazy, Haskill!” He waved his cane about in the air furiously. “Stop making things up and help me think of a plan!”
“……….. A plan for what, my lord?”
Sheogorath blinked. “A plan? You have a plan Haskill? What is it for?”
Haskill’s eye twitched. “You wanted me to help you plan something.”
“When did I say that?”
“A few seconds ago.”
“Really? I don’t recall that.” He spoke, looked down at his broken pocket watch. A little miniature him popped up on it’s glass. “Hi me!” he waved at his image.
Haskill hit himself in the forehead when Sheogorath wasn’t looking at him. “Sire…”
“Help me plan Haskill.” He spoke tearing his eyes away from the miniature on his watch. “Bal’s no fun anymore.”
“Is this all about your brother? Why don’t you just sensibly talk to him?”
“That’s a stupid idea, Haskill.”
“….As you say, sire.”
Sheogorath snapped suddenly and a goat materialized in the room near Haskill. “I got it!”
“A goat, sire?”
“No, you bloody fool! An idea! I’ll just sensibly talk to Bal!” He cheerfully got up from his throne and walked past Haskill and the goat, which was currently gnawing on the ends of Haskill’s coat.
“What is the goat for, sire?” Haskill called after his master.
“What goat? There’s no goat. You’re a madman Haskill.” He laughed and left the room.
Haskill sighed. “Indeed. I serve you.” He spoke as the goat bit him.
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Sheogorath was on his may to the main hall to see if Molag bal had left his plane of oblivion. But he suddenly heard voices and not the ones in his head either. He quickly and ungracefully dived behind a curtain.
“Don’t get any idea’s Mora.” Came Boethiah’s voice. “It’s nothing personal against Vivec. My nemesis brought it upon himself.”
“Really? I believe kidnapping and brainwashing IS against Vivec. Did you ever stop to think that there may be some things that Vivec needed to remember!?”
He heard Boethiah scoff. “I gave him the power to live among the daedra. I granted him an eternal life as my personal servant. I erased any memory he had of Molag Bal. I say that he’s better off. Plus, it’s driving Molag Bal mad.”
Sheogorath blinked. Even he wasn’t stupid enough to speak up and reveal his location though.
“I didn’t know you’d go this far.” Mora sighed. “I would have never helped you locate Vivec if I knew that this is what you were going to do.”
“Shut up! Here he comes.”
Sure enough the sounds of footsteps approached and walked past his location.
“Master…” He heard Vivec speak, “Is there anything else you need me to do today?”
“No, Vivec. You preformed your tasks perfectly, like always. You may spend the rest of the day as you wish.”
“Thank you master.”
He heard footsteps approach again. This time when Sheogorath knew that Vivec was rounding the corner, he reached out and grabbed the chimer. He instantly covered his mouth and dragged him behind the curtain with him. Vivec looked at him with wide eyes, not instantly recognizing his capture. When he did, his body relaxed only a bit. Sheogorath put a finger to his lips.
“shhhh…” He whispered. “The jumbo potato’s will hear you…”
Vivec lifted an fine eyebrow but didn’t say anything.
When Sheogorath felt Boethiah and Mora leave, he pulled himself and Vivec out from behind the curtain.
“Lord Sheogorath.” Vivec bowed politely. “Do you need me for something?”
“No…why?”
“You just pulled me behind a curtain. What for?”
“I did no such thing. Your imagining things.”
Vivec rolled his eyes. He’d obviously had been warned about this Prince’s madness. “As you say, lord Sheogorath.” he bowed again and turned to leave.
“RED LIGHT!”
Vivec stopped and turned around. “Excuse me?”
There was a long pause. “Okay.” Sheogorath smiled. “GREEN LIGHT!”
Vivec didn’t move and inch. He was terribly confused.
“Idiot! Your supposed to move when I say green light!”
“Do you want something?” Vivec asked. He was getting annoyed but did his best not to show it.
“I want lots of things! Like Mc nuggets. That reminds me. Where is Haskill with my Mc nuggets!?”
This was getting ridiculous. Not to mention on Vivec’s last nerve. “I’ll be going now.”
“Wait!” Sheogorath reached out and grabbed Vivec’s wrist. “What do you think about Molag Bal?”
The reaction was instant. Vivec’s cheeks were instantly stained crimson red. “Excuse me?!”
“You heard me. What do you think of my beloved brother, Bal? Don’t be shy now. I wont kill you if you say you hate him.”
“I don’t hate him!” He answered quickly. His cheeks got redder, if possible. “I don’t even know him.”
“Want to?” Sheogorath spoke with a wink.
“I…. The master doesn’t like Lord Molag Bal. He said that he was no good.”
“Well, Boethiah has a stick shoved so far up his keaster that not even the raw power of Mehrunes could make it budge.” He saw that Vivec was trying not to laugh. “Maybe you should talk to my beloved brother. Form your own opinion.”
Vivec sighed. “There is something charming about him….alluring….”
“Will you meet him somewhere tonight? Like…say the courtyard at midnight?”
Vivec was silent for a few moments. He bit his lip, obviously conflicted. “The master goes to bed at eleven so….” He brightened a bit. “Okay. I’ll meet him.”
Sheogorath burst out laughing. “Boethiah goes to bed at eleven?! What is he, twelve?!”
Vivec sighed but kept the smile. “Thank you, lord Sheogorath.”
“Yea, yea. Thank you for the wonderful black mail. Although…it’s not black….or in any physical form of mail…… Thank you anyway! Now I’ll be going!”
“Tell him that I will see him tonight!” Vivec called after him.
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Coldharbour. Delightful as always this time of year. With the sky being fire and all….
Sheogorath knew he had no time to watch the people suffering or draw a smiley face on the already desecrated imperial palace. He needed to talk to Molag Bal.
He walked up to the throne to see a very bored and aggravated Molag Bal.
“Stop sulking in your emo corner Bal! I have good news!”
Molag Bal grunted in response.
“It’s about Vivec.” Sheogorath spoke in a teasing tone. He saw Molag Bal’s ears perk, just slightly.
“Oh?” The king of rape drawled out sarcastically, trying to pretend to not be interested. “What is it?”
“What is what?”
“The news.” Molag Bal sat up a little straighter. “And before you ask me ‘about what,’ it’s about Vivec.”
“Do you care brother Bal?” He asked with a sly smirk. He wanted to hear Molag Bal say it.
“Not really.” The prince shrugged. “Just curious.” His body language told a different tale.
“Well then. It’s not important then. How about we get some Mc nuggets Bal!? I’m hankering for them!”
Molag Bal instantly tensed. “No. Tell me about Vivec.”
“Ah! But I thought you didn’t care.” He wagged a finger at the king of rape.
“Sheo…” it was a low warning.
“Do you care or not Bal? If you don’t then I’ll take my business and Mc nuggets somewhere else. As soon as I get my Mc nuggets that is. Where is Haskill with my goddamn Mc nuggets!?”
“Fine!” Molag Bal yelled standing up and grabbing Sheogorath by the collar. “I care! Are you happy now?!”
“Yep! Well, I would be if-.”
“If you say one more thing about Mc nuggets, I’m going to kill you.”
Sheogorath smiled. “fair enough. It seems that Boethiah erased all memory Vivec has of you.”
Molag Bal’s eyes widened and he let go of Sheogorath’s collar. “Mother fucker.”
“Aw. Look at it a good way Bal. It’s a second chance! He doesn’t remember your marriage! The kids he massacred! Everything involving you has been erased. Boethiah just did you a favor. Do what you do best Bal and seduce.”
Molag Bal let an evil smile grace his lips. “That was a rather intelligent moment you had, dear brother.”
Sheogorath beamed. “Want to play light-bright with me Bal?”
“No.” He blinked. Then grinned again. “I do, however, want to get back at Boethiah.”
“HUZZA! Were back in business!!!”
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Molag Bal met Vivec at midnight. In the glow of the moonlight, Vivec was beautiful. Molag Bal swallowed the lump that had formed in this throat. Why was he so afraid? He was the king of rape, the prince of corruption and one of the house of troubles. He shouldn’t be afraid of anything!
“Vivec.” he greeted the chimer when he came closer. “You look….beautiful.”
Vivec blushed and made his eyes shoot to the ground to avoid eye contact. “Thank you.”
Molag Bal took a deep breath. “Listen…I have things to tell you.”
Vivec smiled sweetly. “Oh?” His heart began to flutter. Was he going to say that he liked him?! That would be the best!
Molag Bal took one of his hands. “You hate me.”
Vivec’s eyes shot up to Molag Bal’s. “What?”
“A long time ago, I wronged you. You vowed to hate me forever and curse my name. Just because you don’t remember doesn’t mean I’ll lead you on. I’m not sinking down to Boethiah’s level.”
Vivec blinked confused. “Why would you tell me that?”
Molag Bal grinned widely. “I feel like being honest today. Lucky you.” He turned and began to walk away.
Vivec pulled on his hand and made him face forward again. He instantly embraced the king of rape. “Thank you….for telling me the truth. That was the fastest way to my heart.”
Molag Bal felt a bit awkward but hugged Vivec back. “Perhaps I’ll try it more often.”
“What about my master?” Vivec asked after a long silence. “He might make me mortal again.”
Molag bal laughed and flexed his fingers. “I can take care of that. You’ll serve me now. As for your old master….” he laughed and held Vivec close. “He’s getting a good lesson in karma.”
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Boethiah awoke to a strange smell. It smelt like some kind of chicken being fried. He sat up in bed and came face to face with Sheogorath.
“Goddamnit! Sheogorath! What are you doing in my room!?!?”
“MC NUGGETS!!!!!!!!”
“Hun?”
WHAM!
A mountain of Mc nuggets buried Boethiah where he sat. Sheogorath giggled with glee and danced around the Mc nugget mountain.
“How was that sir?” Haskill asked coming out from behind the door.
“That was splendid, old chap.”
“one favor, sir?”
“Ask away, dear Haskill!”
“Please… make the goat go away.” Haskill tried to tug the ends of his coat from the goats mouth.
“Awwww. But it likes you.”
Haskill sighed. It was going to be a long day.
Vivec is completely golden. Like a real Chimer. Tehe.
I haven’t updated in a while…. I’m sorry. Work and school occupy most of my time. I also have severe writers block in almost all my stories. It sucks but I do the best I can.
Thank you for all the lovely reviews. It may get a bit serious in this chapter but that’s why Sheo exists. To make things interesting.
So, I bring you the next chapter. Strait from the mind of a psychopath.
Chapter 5- Sheogorath. The matchmaker.
No one looked away. The room was filled with shocked faces and uneasy silence. The tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Azura looked ready to kill and faint. Boethiah looked pleased with himself and Molag Bal was frozen in place. He just couldn’t believe that he was looking into the eyes of his Ex-lover.
Since it was so eerily silent in the room, someone had to break the tension. Unfortunately for everyone else, Sheogorath decided it would be him.
“FLAMMING DOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he screamed. As soon as he did, they started to fall from the ceiling, seemingly out of nowhere. Meridia screeched and it all went down hill from there. They all scattered trying to avoid flaming doggie doom. Sheogorath laughed like a maniac and danced as his puppies fell from the sky.
The only ones who didn’t take cover, or even move, were Molag Bal and Vivec. They were in a dead lock stare. Molag Bal wanted to look away. He wanted to lash out and strangle the chimer where he stood. He wanted to scream, to kill, to destroy something and yet he couldn’t move. Vivec’s eyes held him tightly in place. Unable to speak…..unable to move…..
Vivec smiled suddenly. It made Molag Bal’s eye twitch. It was as he remembered him… Beautiful, pure and untainted. He instantly wished to tarnish that purity like he had so many years ago.
“How beautiful you are…” Vivec spoke for the first time he arrived.
Molag Bal’s eyes widened. Vivec had vowed never to call him beautiful again. What was going on?!
He felt Vivec’s eyes drawing him in and his feet began to move on there own accord. He felt himself reach out to touch that beautiful man. He wanted so much to touch him… He-
“BAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Sheogorath screamed and tackled Molag Bal to the ground. Molag Bal’s eyes shut involuntarily and he broke eye contact with Vivec.
“SHEO!” he screamed trying to move his face away from the floor.
“GLOMP, BAL!!!!! GLOMP!!!!”
“GET OFF ME!!!!!”
“BUT BAL!!!!! GLOMP!!!!!”
Molag Bal pushed Sheogorath off of him. “What the hell does glomp mean?!”
Sheogorath shrugged. “I hear little girls say it when they tackle someone to the floor. So, I figured I’d try it.”
Molag Bal scowled and turned to look back at Vivec. Problem was, Vivec was gone and so was Boethiah.
Molag Bal screamed in rage and kicked an unfortunate flaming dog that had survived it’s decent and foolishly wandered close to him. “HOW FUCKING DARE HE?!?!”
Sheogorath tilted his head and watched his brother vent his rage out on the defenseless dog. Hey, better it than him.
“Relax Bal. Go with the flow! …..Wait. On second thought, don’t go with the flow. You might get pulled by the current and end up in Malacath’s realm. Did I tell you that happened to me once? Funny story actually. You see, what happened was-.”
“I DON’T CARE!!!!” Molag Bal screamed at him, his tail lashing side to side, furiously. “I JUST- I want to be alone!” So he stormed off and left Sheogorath behind him.
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Sheogorath didn’t like it. Molag Bal had been sulking for a week now. He refused to leave his plane of Oblivion. He just sat there all day, sulking and staring off into space. He didn’t even retaliate when Sheogorath had called him a “little girly man with no backbone and tasted like clowns.”
Boring.
He had tried to replace Molag Bal at first but no one was willing to follow through with one of the daedric princes’ schemes. Azura hit him when he asked. He guessed that she still hated him. Oh well! He didn’t like Malacath and Mehrunes would only smack him into the waters of oblivion, so he couldn’t ask anyone else in the house of troubles. He tried Sanguine but the prince was always drunk and couldn’t help plot anything that didn’t have to do with sex and drinking. So he turned to the only person he could ever talk to other than Molag Bal.
“HASKILL!!!!!!!!!!!”
Haskill flinched. “I’m three feet from you sir. No need to shout.”
Sheogorath raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about Haskill? Three feet is absurd! Two makes much more sense…. You only have two feet!” He grinned stupidly.
Haskill sighed dejectedly. “Do you need me for something, sir?”
“I WANT MC NUGGETS!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Haskill blinked. “What?”
“Wait…. That’s not what I was going to say. I wanted something else. Oh! Don’t get me wrong. I still want the Mc nuggets. Make sure you get on that now. Or I‘ll kill you….”
“Err. As you wish sire.” He turned to leave.
“Where ya’ going Haskill?! I’m not through talking to you!”
“I thought you wanted Mc nuggets sire.”
“What the hell are Mc nuggets?! Your talking crazy, Haskill!” He waved his cane about in the air furiously. “Stop making things up and help me think of a plan!”
“……….. A plan for what, my lord?”
Sheogorath blinked. “A plan? You have a plan Haskill? What is it for?”
Haskill’s eye twitched. “You wanted me to help you plan something.”
“When did I say that?”
“A few seconds ago.”
“Really? I don’t recall that.” He spoke, looked down at his broken pocket watch. A little miniature him popped up on it’s glass. “Hi me!” he waved at his image.
Haskill hit himself in the forehead when Sheogorath wasn’t looking at him. “Sire…”
“Help me plan Haskill.” He spoke tearing his eyes away from the miniature on his watch. “Bal’s no fun anymore.”
“Is this all about your brother? Why don’t you just sensibly talk to him?”
“That’s a stupid idea, Haskill.”
“….As you say, sire.”
Sheogorath snapped suddenly and a goat materialized in the room near Haskill. “I got it!”
“A goat, sire?”
“No, you bloody fool! An idea! I’ll just sensibly talk to Bal!” He cheerfully got up from his throne and walked past Haskill and the goat, which was currently gnawing on the ends of Haskill’s coat.
“What is the goat for, sire?” Haskill called after his master.
“What goat? There’s no goat. You’re a madman Haskill.” He laughed and left the room.
Haskill sighed. “Indeed. I serve you.” He spoke as the goat bit him.
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Sheogorath was on his may to the main hall to see if Molag bal had left his plane of oblivion. But he suddenly heard voices and not the ones in his head either. He quickly and ungracefully dived behind a curtain.
“Don’t get any idea’s Mora.” Came Boethiah’s voice. “It’s nothing personal against Vivec. My nemesis brought it upon himself.”
“Really? I believe kidnapping and brainwashing IS against Vivec. Did you ever stop to think that there may be some things that Vivec needed to remember!?”
He heard Boethiah scoff. “I gave him the power to live among the daedra. I granted him an eternal life as my personal servant. I erased any memory he had of Molag Bal. I say that he’s better off. Plus, it’s driving Molag Bal mad.”
Sheogorath blinked. Even he wasn’t stupid enough to speak up and reveal his location though.
“I didn’t know you’d go this far.” Mora sighed. “I would have never helped you locate Vivec if I knew that this is what you were going to do.”
“Shut up! Here he comes.”
Sure enough the sounds of footsteps approached and walked past his location.
“Master…” He heard Vivec speak, “Is there anything else you need me to do today?”
“No, Vivec. You preformed your tasks perfectly, like always. You may spend the rest of the day as you wish.”
“Thank you master.”
He heard footsteps approach again. This time when Sheogorath knew that Vivec was rounding the corner, he reached out and grabbed the chimer. He instantly covered his mouth and dragged him behind the curtain with him. Vivec looked at him with wide eyes, not instantly recognizing his capture. When he did, his body relaxed only a bit. Sheogorath put a finger to his lips.
“shhhh…” He whispered. “The jumbo potato’s will hear you…”
Vivec lifted an fine eyebrow but didn’t say anything.
When Sheogorath felt Boethiah and Mora leave, he pulled himself and Vivec out from behind the curtain.
“Lord Sheogorath.” Vivec bowed politely. “Do you need me for something?”
“No…why?”
“You just pulled me behind a curtain. What for?”
“I did no such thing. Your imagining things.”
Vivec rolled his eyes. He’d obviously had been warned about this Prince’s madness. “As you say, lord Sheogorath.” he bowed again and turned to leave.
“RED LIGHT!”
Vivec stopped and turned around. “Excuse me?”
There was a long pause. “Okay.” Sheogorath smiled. “GREEN LIGHT!”
Vivec didn’t move and inch. He was terribly confused.
“Idiot! Your supposed to move when I say green light!”
“Do you want something?” Vivec asked. He was getting annoyed but did his best not to show it.
“I want lots of things! Like Mc nuggets. That reminds me. Where is Haskill with my Mc nuggets!?”
This was getting ridiculous. Not to mention on Vivec’s last nerve. “I’ll be going now.”
“Wait!” Sheogorath reached out and grabbed Vivec’s wrist. “What do you think about Molag Bal?”
The reaction was instant. Vivec’s cheeks were instantly stained crimson red. “Excuse me?!”
“You heard me. What do you think of my beloved brother, Bal? Don’t be shy now. I wont kill you if you say you hate him.”
“I don’t hate him!” He answered quickly. His cheeks got redder, if possible. “I don’t even know him.”
“Want to?” Sheogorath spoke with a wink.
“I…. The master doesn’t like Lord Molag Bal. He said that he was no good.”
“Well, Boethiah has a stick shoved so far up his keaster that not even the raw power of Mehrunes could make it budge.” He saw that Vivec was trying not to laugh. “Maybe you should talk to my beloved brother. Form your own opinion.”
Vivec sighed. “There is something charming about him….alluring….”
“Will you meet him somewhere tonight? Like…say the courtyard at midnight?”
Vivec was silent for a few moments. He bit his lip, obviously conflicted. “The master goes to bed at eleven so….” He brightened a bit. “Okay. I’ll meet him.”
Sheogorath burst out laughing. “Boethiah goes to bed at eleven?! What is he, twelve?!”
Vivec sighed but kept the smile. “Thank you, lord Sheogorath.”
“Yea, yea. Thank you for the wonderful black mail. Although…it’s not black….or in any physical form of mail…… Thank you anyway! Now I’ll be going!”
“Tell him that I will see him tonight!” Vivec called after him.
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Coldharbour. Delightful as always this time of year. With the sky being fire and all….
Sheogorath knew he had no time to watch the people suffering or draw a smiley face on the already desecrated imperial palace. He needed to talk to Molag Bal.
He walked up to the throne to see a very bored and aggravated Molag Bal.
“Stop sulking in your emo corner Bal! I have good news!”
Molag Bal grunted in response.
“It’s about Vivec.” Sheogorath spoke in a teasing tone. He saw Molag Bal’s ears perk, just slightly.
“Oh?” The king of rape drawled out sarcastically, trying to pretend to not be interested. “What is it?”
“What is what?”
“The news.” Molag Bal sat up a little straighter. “And before you ask me ‘about what,’ it’s about Vivec.”
“Do you care brother Bal?” He asked with a sly smirk. He wanted to hear Molag Bal say it.
“Not really.” The prince shrugged. “Just curious.” His body language told a different tale.
“Well then. It’s not important then. How about we get some Mc nuggets Bal!? I’m hankering for them!”
Molag Bal instantly tensed. “No. Tell me about Vivec.”
“Ah! But I thought you didn’t care.” He wagged a finger at the king of rape.
“Sheo…” it was a low warning.
“Do you care or not Bal? If you don’t then I’ll take my business and Mc nuggets somewhere else. As soon as I get my Mc nuggets that is. Where is Haskill with my goddamn Mc nuggets!?”
“Fine!” Molag Bal yelled standing up and grabbing Sheogorath by the collar. “I care! Are you happy now?!”
“Yep! Well, I would be if-.”
“If you say one more thing about Mc nuggets, I’m going to kill you.”
Sheogorath smiled. “fair enough. It seems that Boethiah erased all memory Vivec has of you.”
Molag Bal’s eyes widened and he let go of Sheogorath’s collar. “Mother fucker.”
“Aw. Look at it a good way Bal. It’s a second chance! He doesn’t remember your marriage! The kids he massacred! Everything involving you has been erased. Boethiah just did you a favor. Do what you do best Bal and seduce.”
Molag Bal let an evil smile grace his lips. “That was a rather intelligent moment you had, dear brother.”
Sheogorath beamed. “Want to play light-bright with me Bal?”
“No.” He blinked. Then grinned again. “I do, however, want to get back at Boethiah.”
“HUZZA! Were back in business!!!”
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Molag Bal met Vivec at midnight. In the glow of the moonlight, Vivec was beautiful. Molag Bal swallowed the lump that had formed in this throat. Why was he so afraid? He was the king of rape, the prince of corruption and one of the house of troubles. He shouldn’t be afraid of anything!
“Vivec.” he greeted the chimer when he came closer. “You look….beautiful.”
Vivec blushed and made his eyes shoot to the ground to avoid eye contact. “Thank you.”
Molag Bal took a deep breath. “Listen…I have things to tell you.”
Vivec smiled sweetly. “Oh?” His heart began to flutter. Was he going to say that he liked him?! That would be the best!
Molag Bal took one of his hands. “You hate me.”
Vivec’s eyes shot up to Molag Bal’s. “What?”
“A long time ago, I wronged you. You vowed to hate me forever and curse my name. Just because you don’t remember doesn’t mean I’ll lead you on. I’m not sinking down to Boethiah’s level.”
Vivec blinked confused. “Why would you tell me that?”
Molag Bal grinned widely. “I feel like being honest today. Lucky you.” He turned and began to walk away.
Vivec pulled on his hand and made him face forward again. He instantly embraced the king of rape. “Thank you….for telling me the truth. That was the fastest way to my heart.”
Molag Bal felt a bit awkward but hugged Vivec back. “Perhaps I’ll try it more often.”
“What about my master?” Vivec asked after a long silence. “He might make me mortal again.”
Molag bal laughed and flexed his fingers. “I can take care of that. You’ll serve me now. As for your old master….” he laughed and held Vivec close. “He’s getting a good lesson in karma.”
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Boethiah awoke to a strange smell. It smelt like some kind of chicken being fried. He sat up in bed and came face to face with Sheogorath.
“Goddamnit! Sheogorath! What are you doing in my room!?!?”
“MC NUGGETS!!!!!!!!”
“Hun?”
WHAM!
A mountain of Mc nuggets buried Boethiah where he sat. Sheogorath giggled with glee and danced around the Mc nugget mountain.
“How was that sir?” Haskill asked coming out from behind the door.
“That was splendid, old chap.”
“one favor, sir?”
“Ask away, dear Haskill!”
“Please… make the goat go away.” Haskill tried to tug the ends of his coat from the goats mouth.
“Awwww. But it likes you.”
Haskill sighed. It was going to be a long day.