AN:/ I'm aware haven't written in awhile... Sorry? mostly a hobby thing anyways but here's a bit of entertainment from me with a short story my brain came up with that is right up there with Uncle Sheo!
A truly terrifying thought for you all to ponder in this lovely Omake!
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[General POV]
(New "New" Sheoth)
The door to the throne room burst open bringing in a gust of wind with it. A voice called out, "Sheogorath! I've come to bargain!"
Sheogorath sat upon his throne smiled in glee as he heard the voice of his favorite nephew. It was his only nephew but that didn't matter to him. "Azarius dear boy! Welcome back to the Shivering Isles! What brings you here, Is it a Surprise? I love Surprises! or maybe I don't... Do I?"
With Elegant posture Azarius walks down the throne room walkway flips his top hat to his chest and bows to the mad god. "Uncle Sheo!" he says bringing his hands up as to receive a hug.
"No hugging!" The mad god scowls humorously at the young godling in front of him. He may be family... but there are limits! His hugs are precious!
"But I brought a gift!" The young man says pouting. "Oh? a Gift you say? Well why didn't you say so! Bring it out and I'll decide if it's worth a hug." nodding and agreeing to himself.
"Ok, but you have to promise to be gentle now. "Actually" gentle none of the over the top stuff alright?"
"Fine fine… just bring it out already." Azarius rolled his sleeves up to his elbows and reached down to the ground into his shadow with both hands spread shoulder width apart. When he brought them out he was carrying... A mortal?
The blue haired mortal looked around a bit confused. She was a skinny thing. Barely wearing what could be considered clothing by Tamrielic standards, But what worth were they here in the shivering Isles? But the mad god's gaze wasn't on those things.
"Beautiful..." His words echoed around as he admired the heterochromatic eyed little mortal in front of him. The beauty he saw was not in her appearance. No that was far to shallow for the Mad God.
Her attention was drawn to him as he spoke. Her eyes met the serpentine eyes of the Mad God. Where men would crumble in fear or drop in despair she... tilted her own head as if to get a better look. The mad god stands from his throne and walks to the curious mortal.
"Absolutely marvelous. So shattered and broken, so undeniably Terrible! Sooooo... What is your name little one?" His voice echoing at first but drops to a whisper as he came close to her. The flashing in her eyes shifting from the blue and pink coloring the longer she stayed in the realm. His VERY REALM!... welcomed her?
The air hung still with bated breath as the realm itself waited for her to answer. She opened her mouth and the realm responded to her wish of thoughts. Two answers came at once.
"Jinx/Powder"
The Mad God smiles as he hears her name. A genuine smile that had not seen the Mad God's face in some time. "A Beautiful Name/s So how did my dear nephew come upon one such as yourself."
With a glare and snarl she turned to the undeniably smug looking bastard behind her. Points and says, "This fucking guy just waltzes right in as I am HAPPILY falling to my DEATH! Stops Fucking Time and shit... Somefuckinghow. and then tells me that he is taking me so some Uppity bastard gods don't get to use me to fight a war or something. Then Stuffs me in his SHADOW where for some god damned reason there's a fucking horde of stuff there.
And Lets not forget the fucking demon cat who was sipping tea like a god forsaken Piltover Noble! No matter what I tried I could not catch the little bastard. I only wanted to pet it cause he was fucking adorable.. BUT NO!"
She is left panting after her rant. Then the Voice Of the Mad God rang out again "So he kidnapped you after you were to die and delivered you here?"
Turning to look at the... man? she couldn't quite decide on that yet. The buzzing in her ear was quite different around this new place. Not to mention the little voice of Powder was quite loud... but content for some reason the more she was around this new place.
"That sound about right. Soooo... Where is this exactly?" Spinning in a circle with her arms high as she did so.
Mimicking her movement he announced shifting to above the palace on it's tower, "Welcome to the Shivering Isles! My own little playground, if you will. The Plane of Oblivion Owned by none other than! Me. I am Sheogorath Dedric Prince Of Madness! Or was it cheese? Or both? Both sound good. And You my dear little mortal have been found" "Kidnapped!" "And Brought before me. A soul Such as your's is such a fortunate occurrence!"
Now the mad god had a dilemma. Such a beautifully broken mortal. To fix it? NEVER! Such a soul was PERFECT. When he looked to his nephew an Idea struck HIM! YES! Such a PERFECT SOUL Should be at his side!
"Soooo... What is actually going to happen to me?" She looked to the creep who kidnapped her to this place.
"Well, I brought you here since you were about to die. Thus you would have been pulled by some gods of your world as they have with numerous others of yourself across multiple timelines to fight in some war thing for Runeterra. I being the benevolent Lord I am decided to bring you to a god who would truly appreciate you, being you." He said pointing at her forehead.
"And he is quite right! I do have an offer for you Young lady!" she turned back to the white haired man in a split colored suit. A normally terrifying grin on his face to most people. "What like a Job?" she asked.
"Not quite, You see... In all these Eons We Dedric Princes Are static. We follow the inevitable ends of eras playing our little games as they go on. BUT I wish to follow my Sister's example. You see this young man here is the adopted son of Nocturnal. I wish to offer you, Dear Jinx/powder The same. I wish to adopt you as my Daughter!"
"No" was her immediate answer. Vitriol in her voice.
The Mad God saw the Truth in her eyes as she said so. And so his Grin grew soft as he said, "The Love of a parent... I see... Well an alternative is a must then...hmm?"
While the mad god was stewing Jinx had a thought and turned the burn in her eyes to Azarius. "You were able to kidnap me in the middle of that explosion! So WHY! WHY!"
Her eyes teared up as she thought of her. Her voice dropped to a whimper as she said, "Why didn't you save her..." looking to her feet as she said so.
A scoff was heard above her almost ignited her anger again till his words registered, "The fact you think so little of me of course I did! That little angel of a kid was damn straight one of the best decisions I've made in my time running around the multiverse! She's keeping my mother company right now and we can see her after you hear Sheogorath's glorious Idea he's come up with."
As on que the mad god points a finger up and says "I've GOT IT! since I can't be her father than I'll just go with the BETTER option! I'll be the GRANDFATHER! I get to spoil her all I want and no one can say a thing! Cause I'm not the one Raising her! HA Take that Nocturnal! I won't be responsible for her... BUT I sure as hell can take her with me on my WALKS!"
Jinx still coming together from the revelations that just came from both the strange people she just met today. Just flops onto her back. In her vision the Mad God looks down upon her and asks, strangely in a normal voice, "So is that an acceptable arrangement for you my dear?"
She lifts her own finger on her left hand and asks, "What do I get out of this? Cause it seems to me this decision is mostly out of my hands." Then notices her hand has her middle finger again. Chalking up to the strangeness of this place she pays it no mind to listen to his answer.
"Ahh, now isn't that a boring... but fun question. Strange, Nevermind that the better question would be what do you want my dear. Because you are in Oblivion. You are in The Shivering Isles! If you were my Granddaughter the better question! What do you want?"
She sat up and truly looked out from where they were atop the palace. The World was so different from Zahn. But still had it's own depressive atmosphere in one side. And the other seemed like Zahn as well only through the eyes of those kids who saw the undercity as their playground. Like she and Isha did.
A Smile grew on her face. leaning on her hands she crossed her legs and stared at the Mad God. "I want the power to do what I want, When I want."
Chuckles slowly built in the Mad God that turned to boisterous Laughter. The Realm Sung with the music coming from it's God. The Laughter was infectious as well as Jinx herself began to laugh thinking her request was to far out there. Only to hear the words from the Mad God. One word that began everything. One word that would shift Oblivion for Eons to come.
"Granted"
And the realm moved. It responded to the wish of it's master and his chosen. He had eons in his mind to chose how he would do this. And Grandpa Sheo didn't do things half assed. Jinx/Powder would be immortalized as she was in that moment. A permanent fixture to the Shivering Isles. A Piece of the Being Known As Sheogorath.
Taking Inspiration from the Conman Clavicus He broke a piece of himself and molded it and wiped it clean. As he walked to her with a gentle smile on his face his eyes darted to Azarius and said,
"The Ruler Of the Shivering Isles,
The God Of Chaos and Madness,
In My Name of Sheogorath Do I announce to Mundus!
I Name Jinx/powder as My Grandchild! Princess to the Shivering Isles!
May She walk With Chaos in her WAKE!"
His words had an immediate effect as Jinx began to shift. One moment she was a child Powder with the innocence of a child with bright blue eyes. The next she was back to her Jinx form with full pink in her eyes.
But her own look was a stunned one as she witnessed Mundus open in the skies above. She witnessed the Dedric Realms of Oblivion show themselves. Slowly she reached her hand and by magic Amentia flew from it's holster into her hand.
A grin Formed on her face. A semblance of the Mad God in the from of a teenage girl, stood watching the cosmos tremble in the announcement of the Mad God. The Mad Princess had awoken. She could physically feel their eyes as the watched her.
A Word was spoken as it echoed through the Isles, "Pew"
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[Evergloam]
(2 Weeks Later)
Azarius was sipping on his tea like a gentleman while his mother looked at him with a very crossed look. A small Child was poking at the crow entertaining her for the meantime.
Azarius putting down his cup looks to his mother and states, "I Regret Nothing."
"Mmhm, Is that what you are sticking to?" Crossing her arms as she looked to her problem child. He was her only child but that didn't make much of a difference.
"I regret Nothing." he stated again. A half dead look in his eyes might say otherwise but his mouth would never agree.
"Alright, lets list out what has happened then. First you bring Jinx into mundus practically gift wrapping her for Sheogorath. Then He names her his granddaughter." Pausing she looks downright terrified as she imagined the next part. For such a being as her to be made in such a way was it's own terror.
"So to congratulate his Granddaughter's coronation, if you will, they first party. Bringing little Isha here for the beginning of that. BUT then they decide it's not a party without explosions. And On YOUR Recommendation, Coldharbor needed those explosions. Because if I quote you correctly, "The people are miserable there and need a bit of Liveliness in their afterlives." Is that correct?"
"Yep" popping the P sound as he did so. As an afterthought and excuse he said, "I was drunk at the time on Sanguine's brew"
"Now they have since tore half of Coldharbor apart, then decided to take part of Vaermina's Nightmare as well and have since been relaxing in this aftermath?"
"Not Exactly..." she looked at him with an eye brow raise. getting the signal he said, "They have also burned 1/3rd of Namira's realm as well and I quote Sheogorath saying, "Bring the Heavy Flamer for these Heretics!" I Will admit that was my fault for introducing Uncle Sheo to 40k."
"And you still regret nothing?" She asked in disbelief.
The half dead look slightly receded as he said, "Namira brought that part on themselves. Who told them to try and egg on two mad gods at once. Each with their own insane ideas and unlimited power from all the Chaos they sowed."
"Sanguine! Get Me a DRINK!"