[ EU ] After saving Skyrim from numerous threats over the years , the Dragonborn final succumbs to death . Now all those to whom the Dragonborn had promised his soul to after death has come to collect .

The Dragonborn strolled around Proudspire Manor on a sunny afternoon, admiring her many accomplishments over the years. Bows, daggers, armors, swords, and unusual artifacts decorated the halls and basements, each radiating a special power. The Dragonborn traced the precious items, smiling to herself. 
 
 Tired, the ancient Dovahkiin sat down at her table of cheese wheels one last time, and closed her eyes for a few moments. 
 
 Seemingly seconds later, the Dragonborn was startled by the heated bickering and shouts of Daedric Lords. 
 
 `` She is *my* champion!'' 
 
 
 `` No, she is mine to command!'' 
 
 `` Her soul belongs to ME!'' 
 
 A cacophony of sound assaulted the Dragonborn, realizing she was once again in her prime. And that she was dead. 
 
 Fuck. 
 
 Surrounding the Dovahkiin were most of the daedric princes, each of whom she promised herself to in the afterlife. She was certainly not in Sovngarde. She was in some plane of existence shared by all the daedra. Shapes formed and disappeared in the surrounding darkness. 
 
 A bitter, calculating woman interrupted the chaos. `` SILENCE!!!!!!'' All her fellow princes raised an eyebrow. 
 
 `` It appears the Dragonborn values alliances as much as we do. We all have some hold on her, but we ca n't all simply have her. Perhaps the one with the most influence on her should claim her.'' 
 
 A maniacal laugh from Sheogorath interrupted her. `` Oh, brilliant, just brilliant! I suppose that's better than my idea of cutting her up and sharing. Although, we should n't dismiss that altogether.'' 
 
 
 She ignored him. `` Therefore, I, Boethia, deem her to be mine. She used my ebony mail and killed her friends for my cause.'' 
 
 Mephala snorted. `` Please, Boethia, she killed that one Lydia fool for you. The Dragonborn wielded my Ebony Blade!'' 
 
 `` Actually,'' the Dovah said, `` I never used that. Just a prize, really. I was really the mace kind of gal.'' 
 
 Mephala looked at her murderously. 
 
 `` Could be worse,'' Azura muttered. `` Bitch ruined my star.'' 
 
 A deep, malicious laugh bellowed through the air. `` Besides, Boethia, my champion killed your priest and used my mace to kill scores of people.'' 
 
 Molag Bal. He was one of the few truly vile daedra. 
 
 
 Nocturnal emerged from the shadows. `` The Dragonborn is mine. She is one of my Nightingales. Every bit of fortune she has had is from my influence.'' 
 
 `` I did n't even get to keep the Skeleton Key...'' she muttered in reply. 
 
 `` Hey, hey, hey!'' Clavicus Vile interrupted. Barbas slept at his feet. `` My masque got her loads of deals and persuasions! It's time she paid up. And this stupid dog is getting on my nerves again.'' 
 
 `` I brought the Dragonborn to her lowest point!'' claimed Namira. `` She has tasted human flesh! Relished in human decay.'' 
 
 `` Oh, come on! I killed ALL of your followers. You're just some sick fuckin''' 
 
 `` Perhaps none of this mattered to the Dragonborn,'' a supple voice interrupted. `` Maybe knowledge is what aided her best. I have helped her on many occasions. My books are unmatched by all your powers.'' As usual, Hermaeus Mora was a mass of tentacles. He must ruin all the books he reads. 
 
 `` Oh! Oh! Oh! I have ANOTHER great idea! Let's make her one of us!'' 
 
 The other princes looked at Sheogorath as though madness had taken him. Yet that happened long ago. 
 
 `` I mean,'' he continued after a bite of cheese, `` I became one, eh? No more harm in another. And then there's that Talos lad. If he can became an aedra, certainly the Dragonborn can be a daedra!'' 
 
 Silence reigned momentarily. Thank the gods Sithis seemed to remain out of it. 
 
 `` That is not... a bad idea.'' Boethia said. 
 
 `` She is worthy.'' Dagon agreed. 
 
 `` Some of her acts surpass our own.'' Hircine added. 
 
 `` It is agreed!'' Molag Bal announced. 
 
 `` What should she be prince of?'' 
 
 And another argument broke out. 

