"You will do what Sheogorath ?" He spat the name out. A scheme that's crazier than anything I could come up with, all over some stupid new world. "He wants me- no, no, no, he demands me to devote my time to this. Now I give up one of my most valued artifacts, and it still isn't enough for him." Another boom of thunder from outside, this one louder than the previous.
"I've done things for him time and time again, becoming practically his errand dog. Shooting up from her seat, she started to complain, "So he wants me to play nanny for his kid?" Thunder boomed outside, causing the residents of the Shivering Isles to shiver. First, it was hope, next confusion, and finally fury. The more she read the contents of the note, the more her face changed.
Had he gotten her letter? "He means to give you this." Jyggalag summoned a note and slid it across the table, Sheogorath eagerly receiving it. Sheogorath straightened up in her chair at the name. "The only reason I arrived at such an early time is because of Auriel." He said. "And you wonder why the other Daedra took you out so long ago." That seemed to hit a nerve as Jyggalag tensed. Always 'do this,' 'do that,' 'you're a blubbering fool.'" She took her seat at the head of the table, head resting on her hand. "Never any fun, are you? No small talk about anything. "Where are the rest?" He asked while sitting down. He took her hand off his shoulder and made towards his seat. He stood as straight as a spear, as he looked down upon her. Jyggalag juxtaposed the colorful and bizarre nature of the Shivering Isles, being all black and white and edges and orderly, and all that. They hadn't really interacted much since the whole split fiasco, and she'd only seen him a couple of weeks ago because Akatosh told him to tell her about the whole, 'weird green cut' and of course modifying her beloved staff. Of course, she'd sensed when he came into her realm, but still, it was quite surprising seeing him come first of all Daedra. How's the new realm of Oblivion? Is it all depression and orderly like you? Wouldn't make sense if it wasn't." "I thought you'd throw my letter into the seas of Oblivion when you got my letter. She had to stand on her tippy toes to pat his shoulder. She got up from her seat to give her predecessor a hug that wasn't returned but grudgingly accepted. "Jyggalag! My dear brother, who wants me dead!" Sheogorath said. She quickly sat at the head of the dining table, tapping lightly on a fork, humming some tune she'd learned three-hundred years ago when incomes. Sheogorath clapped her hands together in excitement and immediately told Haskill to 'go make himself useful and open the damn thing,' while she instructed her guards to stand up perfectly still on both sides of the door. She was busy bossing around Haskill and some Seducers and Saints a thunderous knock came from the door.
Still, for this special occasion, Sheogorath had explicitly requested that the inhabitants stay in their area of the castle. Usually, the dining room in the palace of New Sheoth would be populated with the residents of Shivering Isles, such as the Duke of Mania, the Duchess of Dementia, or various servants belonging to either of the aforementioned houses. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 11869 Chapters: 5/? Comments: 5 Kudos: 41 Bookmarks: 13 Hits: 963
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