The Face of Madness

by Vesperia

First published

It was Halloween night. I'm dressed up as Sheogorath, his dress style from Skyrim, and was wandering around the neighborhood's meeting house and park. It was turned into a Halloween bash just for this night. We, the neighborhood, pulled a successful fundraiser a month and a half ago and managed to put together this fun little party.

Everyone was having a blast, myself included. One of the big events scheduled for tonight was the costume contest, a contest I was aiming to win. My costume was nearly spot on, the only thing that I couldn't get was a good replica of the Staff of Sheogorath, they were all sold out for some odd reason. I had to make due with a staff made by yours truly, it didn't look bad by any means but it still could've been better...

Then along came my 'savior', a guy dressed in the same costume as me. He had to leave on some sort of urgent business, gifting me his staff so that I had a chance to win.

Long story short, I'm now the Daedric Prince of Madness and stuck in a new world with my slipping sanity.