Skyrim: Became Dovahkiin

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In ancient times, when the world of Nirn was just beginning to blossom and the stars still shone too brightly, there existed the Daedric Lords, each governing their own sphere of influence. Among them were **Sheogorath—the Lord of Madness, and Namira—the Lady of Decay.** Their domains, though sometimes overlapping, remained in constant tension.

One day, in her grim palace amidst the darkness, Namira pondered how to create something entirely new, something that could eclipse all her previous creations. She decided to host a grand feast, inviting some Daedra and allowing her servants to attend. Each responded, but the most anticipated guest—Sheogorath—appeared at the last minute.

"I enter by right of my madness!" he declared, with a smile that could illuminate the darkest corners of her realm.

Namira, slightly unnerved by his unexpected arrival, was nonetheless pleased.

"I am preparing a feast to display my most insane and delightful creations," she said. "You have always envied my artistry."

Sheogorath merely chuckled.

"Yes, but you know that madness isn't just a game with mortals. It is chaos and the madness of the mind! What if I told you I could create something that would overshadow your feast and make all Daedra smile?"

Namira, confident in her superiority, simply shook her head:

"Fool! I control ancient darkness! You cannot create anything that could compare to my power."

And then, with a sly smile on his face, Sheogorath proposed a deal:

"Let's do this: you will use your darkness to control your subjects and make them believe in you. I, however, will try to sway your servants. If I fail, then I will praise you on Nirn. But if I win, your servants will become mine."

Namira, swept up in her own arrogance, agreed.

On the day of the feast, Namira took to the stage. Her loyal subjects approached her. Darkness began to gather at Namira's feet. The darkness pierced each servant and took root in their hearts. The once-bright eyes of the mortals became utterly dark. Fluids of darkness coursed through their veins.

"My followers are under my complete control. What will you do, Sheogorath?"

The Goddess of Decay exuded confidence. She knew for certain that no power in this world could sway her or her followers. The people themselves had become like abominations of darkness. And the Goddess of Decay's abilities negatively affected their physical bodies. Their previously healthy bodies changed and began to decompose.

"Oh ho ho. You are so eager to see your comrade's performance, are you? Well, I won't keep you waiting." The Prince of Madness smiled. "Go in my stead."

Sheogorath turned and said this to his shadow. The Prince of Madness's shadow came alive. It rose and slowly walked to the stage. A smirk appeared on the shadow's face.

Leaning on a dark cane, Sheogorath's shadow began to clap its hands. Namira raised an eyebrow. What did he intend to do? Her servants showed no reaction to the clapping.

Hmm

The shadow scratched its head, as if puzzled. And then. A light bulb appeared above the Lord Sheogorath's shadow. Even madmen get ideas. Having devised another trick, it began to stomp its foot in rhythm with the claps. A distinct rhythm now emerged.

Sounds of a song

Melodic sounds began to emanate from Sheogorath's throat. Namira's servants stirred slightly. Their half-rotted ears listened with pleasure to the song performed by the shadow. Glimmers of madness appeared in their eyes.

Namira didn't understand. Why were her loyal Daedric followers succumbing to Sheogorath's influence? She shook her head, and torrents of darkness filled the mortals' bodies. But the sounds of the music were stronger.

Casting off the darkness, Namira's followers began to dance. It seemed as though the music compelled them to dance. They could not resist this desire. Every cell of their bodies cried out for it. Their bodies performed impressive dance moves, and some even did somersaults.

Some Daedra watched the spectacle with interest. After all, it wasn't every day you saw Sheogorath perform such a feat.

As soon as Namira's servants collapsed to the ground from exhaustion, Sheogorath's shadow returned to its master.

"Ah, great Lady of Decay," he said, with a slight sneer. "I see how madness skillfully conquered the hearts of your followers. You may control darkness and flesh, but my shadow has extracted a profound darkness from their bodies. Now that the loss is obvious, you understand that the corners of your sphere of influence can be conquered by me."

**Namira realized her mistake, but it was too late. Sheogorath, having played his game, vanished into the shadows, leaving her amidst the echoes of madness. For in the realm of the Daedra, even a madman's shadow can prove stronger than darkness.**