A/N: Just to make it clear, the Sanguine chapters are me venting all my frustration from the finals. You may find things… a bit wackier than usual.

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The Myriad Realms of Revelry (or simply Revelland to those who frequent it) can be considered one of the busiest realms of Oblivion. Aside from Vaermina's Quagmire which is visited by those who see nightmares, Revelland has an open invitation for all mortals.

A merry place for excessive drinking, gambling, fornicating, murdering, stealing or simply playing little pranks as long as there is nothing too innocent. The phrase "What happens Revelland stays in Revelland" was not just a motto but a firm belief. The Worshippers of Sanguine always wanted to prove that their Lord isn't as harmless as the cults of Dibella, Mara and Ebonarm claim and so they have a clear set of values about Sanguine and would usually blame the nature of Mortalkind for the influences of how Revelland reacts to its visitors.

As mentioned before, Revelland is made of various realms numbering over a hundred thousand of them. Quite the tedious task to manage all of them but it is the specialty of Sanguine anyway and luckily for him, he doesn't have that much control over the Realm thus it is pretty much self-managed. Even if there is a party hosted by any of the Daedric Princes here, Sanguine was skilled enough to keep Molag Bal and Boethiah away from each other's perception. It is mostly Sheogorath who goes out of control but he can be cheesed in one realm if kept distracted enough. Malacath is banned, by the way, since the others deemed him too boring and Namira should never know there is a party or else the other Daedra will simply leave, nothing good comes from Namira.

"This is one lengthy handbook on the duties of the Daedra of Debauchery but I am still not sure what to do with this situation."

"No, this is only the first volume. Lord Sanguine has taken a lot of notes across the ages. Now that he is not around, there has to be someone able enough who can manage his sphere before it deteriorates more than that."

"I get it! Revelry, debauchery and passionate indulgences of darker natures; I am kind of an expert. The thing is, managing a few hundred thousand Daedric Realms is beyond my Mortal Capabilities and look at the place around you…"

The place was on fire with Ogrims and Dark Seducers fighting each other while some scamps and banekin were running around shooting magic all over the place.

"… I came here expecting a fight or some sort of grand tournament but managing this shithole? That needs a lot of effort, woman."

Jon tossed the handbook to the Gypsy as he sat behind the large disk dangling rest feet on it.

Just a while ago, he was in Whiterun strategizing on how to fix the situation with the absence of Sanguine, he had two of his friends who are considered to be two of the best warriors on Tamriel as well as his cat who is still under the effect of catnip and Barbas who is still caged.

"Hahahaha! You little bitch! I made you a little bitch! Come over here! I want to hit ya!" Nefertiti was lying on top of Barbas' cage trying to reach him while the dog was lying down to keep away from her.

{Woof! Leave me alone, you crazy wench!}

"Here here doggo doggo doggo! Not gonna beat ya! Hahaha."

Looking at how the high Nefertiti was bullying Barbas, Jon smiled in a good mood despite how messy the place was turning around him. From the side, both Wulfur and Mirren came after finding no possible solution to stop the fight between the Dark Seducers and the Ogrims.

"They are just mad at each other.as there is no apparent reason for them to fight. Even the ones I interrogated had no idea how the fight started." Wulfur said.

"There also seemed to be some sort of a measure that would stop them before they turn the situation into total chaos. That measure is absent for some reason." Mirren added.

The Dark Seducer and the Ogrims didn't mix well despite how they serve the same Lords in some cases. The Dark Seducers are basically succubuses with grey purplish skin and glowing fiery eyes while the Ogrims are large dim-witted Daedra with rounded bodies and ugly faces. In Revelland, the Dark Seducers serve as their names suggest and the Ogrims serve as bouncers where people can actually bounce on.

[A/n: I left some images for those creatures in the comments. Plz, react by replying and commenting to increase the stats of the book]

The common thing between those two parties of Daedra is how skillful they are at controlling fire and how easy things can turn messy when they lose it at each other.

"Lord Sanguine has kept a few clans of Dremora in his serves to keep the order between the other kinds of Daedra." Gypsy said.

"And where are those fucks?" Jon asked.

"They don't listen to anyone if it is not a Daedric Prince. You understand." Gypsy said with a wry smile.

"Sigh! Fucking Dremora, if only I have enough time to make them all like Xikil." Jon said as he stood up and looked around him.

The mess seemed to be unsolvable. The place they were in was the largest realm of the Myriad of Realms ruled by Sanguine and solving the mess would be the fastest way to get it all together.

"Alright, hard way it is."

Jon took out his mask [Krilon] putting it on and donned [Greed] as a large black coat. He even had the ominous weapon, the [Ebony Blade] resting on his shoulder and pride floating behind his back.

This appearance is simply very infamous around Oblivion as it is that of the Mortal Mercenary known as Krilon, the one who extorted Mehrunes Dagon, stole a city from Molag Bal, killed Malacath's Champion, defeated Mannimarco and caused Clavicus Vile to turn into a laughing stock.

No one noticed him at first but he then called for the blessing of Mephala, [Golden Tongue], and spoke right away.

"ENOUGH!"

Being a Voice Master, his voice was already very powerful as it is. Adding the Blessing of Mephala to it, no one even dared to disobey him with the pressure he emitted.

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[Golden Tongue]

- Persuasion always Works.

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His voice echoed across the realm and every Daedra stopped fighting right away, they all looked at him not really recognizing Krilon at the first instant but seeing the [Ebony Blade], it wasn't that hard to guess who the owner is.

"Alright you, shits. Who started this fight?" Jon asked.

"Mortal, this is not your business to inter…"

*Slash*

Jon didn't even need to move from his place, the Orgim who spoke was sliced sideways along with all the other Dark Seducers and lesser Daedra around him.

"Say that again! SAY THAT AGAIN! You can't, can you? BECAUSE YOU'RE DEAD! Oh, what is this? You're a Daedra and you will revive again? HAH! I… Dare… You!"

Jon walked down and started killing any Daera who looked at him in the eye.

"I'll ask again. Who… started… the fight?" He looked around and walked between the frozen Daedra before fully unleashing his foul Aura.

Every Daedric creature in the vicinity started shaking. Their pride as Daedra was always placing them above mortals in their heads but there is always a mortal who can make the Daedra soil themselves from fear.

"Alright. I won't pursue that subject anymore." Jon said as he turned away and walked to the party table, "This place is a place for partying and having all the dark desires a man can dream of. Now you all started fighting and the mortals ran away. I was hired to get everyone and everything back in line. AND YOU shall not say Yes or No, you shall only say Understood because let's face it, Yes and No indicate free will and that is no longer an option."

Jon acted the role of the charismatic villain and spoke in a made-up tone.

"You shall fix everything you broke and imprison anyone who goes against my will until I come back. My companions shall keep watch over you until then and please, gather all the necessary materials to get the place up and running in one hour. Hmmm… you will take your orders now."

"But… but Master Kri…"

"Off with your head!"

The dark seducer that tried to talk back to him was beheaded and her head started rolling down rolly rolly.

"Who's in charge of the Seducer and the Ogrims?" Jon called.

"Yes… Master Krilon." A Matron Seducer came forward.

"Yes, Master." A ball of flesh with a face walked awkwardly to Jon.

"Listen up, assholes. I want music, skooma, liquor, strippers, acrobats, a platform over there. Those scamps and banekin should gather all the colorful magic light sources nearby and pile them here." Jon said and turned to Gypsy, "How many visitors that we should expect?"

"A- A lot." Gypsy replied.

"Will this realm alone suffice until we clear up all the other realms?"

"Yes."

"Good, put all the resources here for now. You two shall be responsible for any mistake. I'll impale you from your buttholes all the way up to your brains. Understood?"

""Yes.""

"Hmph! Stupid lowly Daedra." Jon turned around and walked away, "Gypsy, Nefertiti, we're going to pay a visit to those stupid Dremora and put them in line."

With that, the situation started to move forward.

Jon wasn't sure what was going on if he was completely honest but he needed to resolve the situation for his own sake. Why? His business relies on entertainment and fun. With the Prince of Fun gone, the sphere will weaken within Mortal and Jon will lose a lot of capital.

Also, he was expecting a prize. If not given, he'll just grab anything Sanguine has.

Gypsy followed Jon and Nefertiti teleported to his shoulder through the shadows.

"Hooman, hooman, let's go break something."

"Hehe! Whatever you desire." Jon said as he patted her with a mischievous grin.

"Champion of Azura, after you solve the situation quickly, you should focus on finishing the duties of Lord Sanguine." Gypsy said.

"What duties are there?" Jon asked.

"Mainly three important tasks. Tending the Fountain of the True Liquor, Ravaging the Twelve Constellations, and Hosting in the Tournament of the Hundred Bloods."

"Oh! I don't know what you are talking about but why is it that everything you just mentioned sounds cooler than the other ones?"

Jon didn't dwell furthermore about those matters in order not to spoil anything for himself. He headed towards the stronghold of those Dremora who neglected their duties intending to beat some sense into them. Meanwhile, Gypsy lagged a bit behind him with a nasty smile almost betraying her and leaking her thoughts out.

While on the other hand and if not for the mask hiding his face, the nasty smile he had would have been visible to everyone around him. After all, every one had his agenda in heart.

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When he arrived at the Dremora stronghold, Jon found it to be a cave dug in a mountain with a lot of sentinels patrolling it. The Dremora were a kind of Daedra that loved everything to do with armor and steel even if they were mages thus everyone here was heavily armored in the best armors Oblivion has to offer.

Once they sensed some Mortals approaching, they became fully alarmed and aimed their spells and arrows at him.

"Mortals, speak your intentions." A Dremora chieftain headed his clansmen and looked down on Jon from high ground.

Jon's Aura showed more hostility by the second and he spoke in a voice that caused those around him to feel the extent of his power.

"My name is Krilon, I manage the Realm of your Lord on his behest. Your rebellious actions bring you shame, Daedra!" He said.

"Hmph! On the behest of Lord Sanguine? Don't make me laugh, Mortal. Hahaha! You already did." The Dremora Chieftain tried to act cool, "Shoot them down."

When he ordered his men to do so, Pride flew off Jon's side and took the highest spot in the field of view, the moment all the arrows and spells rushed towards Jon, Pride used Telekinesis and froze them all midair.

The next second, all these spells and arrows were turned around towards whoever shot them.

"Submit to me." Jon demanded.

"Dodge!" The Dremora Chieftain ordered his clansmen to avoid the attacks as they rushed upon their cave.

Seeing that Jon is no joke, they decided to retreat inside their cave in order to regroup and prepare their magic casters. They even turned off the lights to lay ambushes for Jon if he thinks about following them inside.

"Resistance is futile. You shall know pain and defeat." Jon kept his bad guy act and then turned around.

"Nefertiti." He called.

"Who calls the Almighty One?" She sobered up a little during the journey here but her act was a little sluggish.

"Do you see this cave, my adorable companion? In there hide some fools who think that by darkening it from the inside, I won't dare follow them. The nerve!" Jon said and pointed at it, "It is your time to shine, sweetheart."

"Champion, I know your cat is legendary and all but that's a clan of Dremora we are talking about." Gypsy said.

"Heh! Don't worry about her, those idiots darkened their cave thinking this will protect them. Just watch."

Nefertiti remained in her cat form without transforming and simply walked to the cave at her own pace. Once her paws touched the darkness surrounding the cave, she disappeared without a sound.

The next second…

*Roar*

*Screams*

*Breaks*

*Wails*

One Daedra was running away from the cave but he stumbled down and was suddenly dragged back inside while screaming. By then, they could hear Nefertiti shouting at someone.

"Did you really just try to hide from me in the Darkness? You think darkness is your ally but you merely adopted the dark. I was born in it, moulded by it. I didn't see the light until I was already a one-month-old kitten. By then it was nothing to me but BLINDING! The Shadows betray you, because they belong to me!"

And a few seconds later, Nefertiti walked out of the cave and simply climbed on Jon until she sat on his shoulder.

"We are done here, hooman."

Jon patted her and scratched her neck as he turned out to Gypsy.

"Now the problem here is over. The Dremora will go back to guarding the place once they revive. Let's go and check our party."