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C.C. was sitting in the living room watching tv when Lelouch walked out of his bedroom looking very tired. "You look exhausted," C.C. commented.

"I had another one of those stupid dreams. They always make me feel like I barely slept at all," Lelouch grumbled.

"Oh? What was it about?"

"I got a letter telling me I had been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Apparently I had magical abilities and they were going to teach me how to use them," he said.

"Sounds interesting."

"You would think, but no. Turns out wizard schools are almost as boring as regular schools. It seems like my dreams are becoming as boring as my real life," he said with a sigh.

"Then perhaps you should find a hobby," she suggested.

"You really think I haven't thought of that? There's not much to do in this town. What could possibly keep me entertained?" he questioned.

"I don't know. I'm sure you can think of something, aren't you supposed to be a genius?" she asked dryly. Lelouch gave her an annoyed frown but said nothing. The truth was he had tried to find ways to entertain himself. He didn't mind reading books or watching movies occasionally but that only alleviated his boredom for very brief periods of time. He couldn't do anything that could bring too much attention to him or people would discover that he was alive. After several minutes of pondering he had an idea.

"I could try writing," he said.

"What would you write about?" C.C. asked.

"Maybe I could write a journal about the events of my past, like the Black Rebellion. If I'm to live forever it wouldn't hurt to keep a record to remind me of my history."

"Hmm, an interesting idea. I'll admit that much of my past has become a blur. But then again, most of it I don't want to remember. Are you sure you want to remember yours?" she questioned.

"Yes. I don't want to forget the people I've lost. No matter how painful my past it's why I became the man I am today," he said.

"I see. Perhaps the same it true of me..." she said thoughtfully. After a few minutes of watching tv Lelouch left for work. When he came back he went straight to his room and retrieved a notebook and pen.

Where should I begin? He wondered as he stared at the blank page. I guess I should start at the very beginning. And so he did. He wrote about the happy times spent with his mother and Nunnally. He wrote about their mothers death, and the effect it had on them both. He continued to write almost all evening. By the time he decided to stop and eat supper he had already reached the point of his capture at the hands of Suzaku, and how Emperor Charles had erased his memories. If I had kept a journal back then I may have have discovered the truth sooner he thought.

"So how has your writing been going?" C.C. asked.

"It's gone well. Unfortunately I'll probably finished it in just another day or two," he said.

"You could start writing about your daily life," she suggested.

"But what would there be to right about?" He questioned with a sigh. C.C. simply shrugged. Just as he said, he finished writing about the Black Rebellion and the Zero Requiem in only a few days. The next day he wrote about the pranks he played on his friends and the strange dreams he had. One evening, after coming back home form work, he read through the entire journal. C.C. walked into his room shortly after he had finished reading through the journal.

"The pizza is here," she said. Lelouch simply stared at his journal in silence. "Is something wrong?"

"Not exactly. I've been thinking," he replied.

"About what?" she asked.

"Reading this made me realize something. Although the days of the Black Rebellion were certainly more exciting than current times, those times weren't always enjoyable. I lost people I cared about and I did a lot of things I regret. Living in this town may be boring, but it's also the most at peace I've been since me and Nunnally were children still living with our mother," he explained.

"I see. I also have been happier than I've been in a very long time just living here with you," she said.

"I feel the same, I just didn't realize in until now," he admitted.

"Does this mean you'll stop complaining about being bored?" she questioned with a small smile.

"Yes, at least for a while. But this peace won't last forever. And I'll ready for whatever comes next," he said with smirk.

"Yes, but for now, let's not let the pizza get cold," she responded.
The Day a Bored Demon was Born Chapter 8
This is the final chapter. I may write a sequel someday but for now it's finished.

You can find the other chapters here:…
C.C. was sitting on the couch watching tv when she heard the front door open and close. She looked up to see Lelouch shivering as he took off his coat. "You're home early," she noted.

"They let us leave early because of the snow storm," he said through chattering teeth.

"Perhaps you should take a thicker coat next time," she said. Lelouch glared at her.

"The weather wasn't like this when I left for work this morning," he said.

"You can predict the actions and thoughts of nearly anyone you meet but you cannot predict the weather," she said with a small smirk. Lelouch just grumbled at her and then sat down on the couch. An hour later C.C. found herself shoveling snow to form a path from their door to their car. When she had suggested Lelouch shovel the snow so they wouldn't be trapped in the house he had only snorted contemptuously in response. She supposed it had been silly of her to suggest he do manual labor. "You'd think he would use some of his spare time to get in better shape," she mumbled to herself. Lelouch stuck his head out the door.

"Are you almost done out there? It's time for supper," he said. In response she threw a snowball in his face. He sputtered and quickly shut the door.

He deserved it for being so lazy she thought. After finishing she came inside to find a hot meal waiting on the table for her. "No pizza?" she asked.

"Of course not. They wouldn't deliver in this weather and I'm not going out to get it," he said. She looked at the meal for a moment and then, deciding it looked tasty even though it wasn't pizza, sat down to eat it.

His cooking is pretty good. At least he isn't completely useless she thought. After a few hours Lelouch declared he was going to bed and left the living room. C.C. continued to sit on the couch and watch tv. She didn't go to work so she could stay up later than him. But after stretching out on the couch she found herself dozing off as well.


Lelouch woke to the sound of a crackling fire We don't have a fireplace he thought, feeling confused. He opened his eyes and looked around. He was lying in a bed in a room that definitely wasn't his. He got out of the bed and followed the sound of the fire. The house he was in looked old, very old. He soon found himself in the living room of the strange house. There was a woman sitting on a chair near the fire. She looked over her shoulder when he walked into the room.

"You're awake!" she exclaimed.

"Where am I and who are you?" he asked.

"Why you're in my house, Breezehome, of course. Are you feeling alright?" She asked. He nodded, feeling confused. The woman had a heavy accent. It sounded rather like the accent of the vikings in a movie he'd seen on tv recently. "Great! I was afraid I'd lost another one," she said cheerfully.

"Another one?" he asked.

"Another housecarl. Poor Lydia, it was just bad luck I ran out of cure poison potions right before we went in those Falmer infested ruins. Then there was Rayya's death by the local wild life of the Rift. Who knew bears could travel in packs? And Jordis just happened to be standing in the wrong spot when a dragon crash landed. I've just never had good luck with housecarls," the woman said, shaking her head sadly. "But I'm sure you'll be different! I'll make sure nothing bad happens to you!" She declared.

"Um, what exactly is a housecarl?" he questioned.

"What a silly question. You should know since you are my new housecarl! So which Jarl sent you? I guess it doesn't matter. I'm sure you'll make a fine companion!" she said cheerfully.

"I have no idea what you are talking about. No one sent me here. I just went to sleep in my bed last night and then woke up here," he explained.

"Oh... Well then it must be fate that we met! Perhaps the gods themselves sent you to accompany me on my travels. Speaking of which, I was just about set off on another journey, you shall accompany me," she declared. Lelouch sighed. Clearly nothing he said was going to change her mind.

I guess it doesn't matter if anything bad happens to me. This must be another weird dream. I'll wake eventually he thought. He followed her out the door of her home. The town it was in also appeared to be very old. It seemed her viking like accent wasn't a fake. They passed through the town gates and went to the stables. She brought a horse over to him.

"Meet Lucky. All of my housecarls have ridden him and he has outlived them all. He's certainly lived up to his name," she said with a boisterous laugh. Everyone who had ridden him had died? Lelouch didn't think his name suited him at all.

"So where exactly are we going?" Lelouch asked as he pulled himself onto the horse.

"A word wall is our destination. I've heard there's one not too far from here," she answered. Lelouch didn't bother to ask her what a word wall was. As they rode she talked about her many adventures with her previous companions. Apparently she had owned a dog once. A werewolf ate it. "Do you think that counts as cannibalism?" she asked. Lelouch just shrugged. His thoughts were preoccupied with wondering how he was going to lose her. Perhaps some monster would attack and he could escape while she was distracted. They arrived at the wall without incident. She told him to leave his horse at the bottom of the stairs. Lelouch was gasping for breath by the time they got to the top. "That little walk exhausted you?" the woman asked skeptically. He was about to respond to her when a large shadow passed over them. "Ah, there he is!" the woman exclaimed. Lelouch looked up to see a dragon circling above them.

Perfect, I'll run while she's distracted by it he decided. But just as he was about to start running she thrust a bow and a quiver of arrows into his arms.

"Use these!" she said. He put the quiver on his back and then aimed the bow at the dragon as if he were going to fire. He had no intention of actually fighting it, but he figured he should look like he was so she would turn her attention to the dragon. She pulled out a crossbow and started firing at the dragon. Certain that she was paying more attention to it than him, he again started to run away. But he'd only made it a short distance when the dragon abruptly landed in front of him. The force of it's landing knocked him off his feet. The dragon opened it's mouth as it prepared to breathe fire on him. Feeling desperate, he looked it in the eye and shouted,

"Obey me!" Suddenly it closed it's mouth and bowed it's head to him.

"Yes my master. What would you have me do?" It asked in a deep, rumbling voice. Apparently the dragon was an intelligent creature and not just some dumb beast. That must be why his geass had worked on it. The woman suddenly came charging past him yelling a war cry. She was holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. She lept onto the dragon's back and repeatedly drove her sword into it's throat. The dragon gave a roar and then collapsed, dead.

"You were really lucky that thing didn't roast you! Maybe you'll last a while after all," she said happily. He just sighed. Then some sort of energy came out of the dragon's body and flowed into the woman.

"What was that?" he asked. She looked confused for a moment and then realized what he was asking about.

"I just absorbed it's soul and gained it's power," she explained.

"Is that normal?" he asked. The woman laughed.

"No, only I can do that. I'm the dragonborn. I have the soul of a dragon, which means I can absorb their souls. I thought everyone knew that about me. I'm the hero of Skyrim after all. Bards sing about my defeat of Alduin all throughout the land," she said, looking puzzled.

"I'm new to this land," he explained.

"Oh I see. Well Skyrim can be a harsh land. But if you stay with me you'll be just fine," she said.

Perhaps I should stay with her. If she's some famous hero then maybe she can protect me better than I had thought. Lelouch nodded to himself, having decided to stay with her."So what's your name? You never told me," he asked.

"I'm sorry, I never introduced myself. I'm Jorda, what's your name?" She asked.

"Lelouch. so what's your plan now?" he questioned.

"I need to make a stop by Riverwood then I'm headed to Riften," she said.

"Well I'll come with you."

"Great! I'm sure we will get along grandly!" she declared. He wasn't so sure about that. But he thought his best chance of survival at this point was to stick with her. So they then set off to Riverwood.

At Riverwood

When they arrived the sun had just set. Everyone but the guards were either in their homes or at the local tavern. Lelouch and Jorda were walking toward the tavern when a shady looking man dressed all in black walked up to them. "It's a lovely evening, isn't it?" He asked with a slight hiss in his voice. Jorda smiled and nodded.

"Yes, it's perfect weather for hunting creatures of the night," she said brightly. The man tensed at her words. As she walked past the man Lelouch noticed that she kept her hand on the hilt of her weapon. Just as she reached the steps that lead to the tavern door he lept at her screaming,

"Die mortal!" She spun around and drove her sword through his chest. His hood fell back revealing glowing red eyes and sharp fangs. She yanked her sword out and he collapsed to the ground, dead. A guard hurried over to her.

"Thank you for slaying that monster. Some hunters have been going missing recently, this must have been the culprit," he said while nudging the corpse with his boot.

"Even though I've slain Harkan, there are still plenty of vampire nuisances about. We must always be on guard," Jorda responded. The guard nodded and then returned to his post. The rest of the night was uneventful. She rented a room for each of them in the tavern. He didn't sleep well. The beds were uncomfortable and the tavern noisy. When he woke up he left his room and found her sitting at the bar with a mostly empty tankard in her hand. "Ah, you're finally awake! It's time to return to our travels, my friend," she said.

"I thought you needed to do something here," he said.

"Slaying that vampire was my quest. Now that that's done and we have rested we must journey on to Riften," she said. He just nodded and followed her out the door.

At Riften

The journey to Riften went fairly well. They were attacked by a few wolves and bandits but Jorda killed them quickly. Shortly after they entered Riften's gates two people wearing strange robes walked up to them. "You there! You're the one they call Dragonborn?" One of them asked.

"Yes, I am Dragonborn," Jorda answered.

Your lies fall on deaf ears, Deceiver. The True Dragonborn comes... You are but his shadow. When Lord Miraak appears all shall bear witness. None shall stand to oppose him!" The man declared. He then raised his hands, which were on fire, and started throwing fire balls at her. She drew her sword and rushed them. The guards came to her aid and the two robed men died quickly.

"Any idea why those men attacked, ma'am?" One of the guards asked.

"I don't know. Maybe they have something on them that will explain," Jorda said. She went through their pockets until she found a letter.

"What does it say?" Lelouch asked.

"It seems someone named Miraak ordered them to attack me. I must find this man and confront him!" Sse declared.

"Did that note tell you where he is?" Lelouch asked.

"Yes, we need to go to Windhelm," she said.

Great, another journey Lelouch thought. She turned to head back out the gate. "Wait, didn't you have something you needed to do here?" he asked.

"It can wait, finding this Miraak is more important," she said. And so they once again set out on a journey.

At Windhelm

It took them much longer to reach Windhelm. They were attacked by wolves, bears, bandits, rogue mages, and many other things. But Jorda successfully killed them all. Evey time a battle would end she would check to make sure Lelouch was alright. She always seemed surprised to seem him still alive. As they got closer to Windhelm Lelouch started to shiver. The ground was covered in snow. Once his teeth started chattering she offered him a robe she had gotten off one of the mages. He was much warmer after he put the robe and its hood on. They finally arrived at the city where she then went to the docks. There she asked a man to give them a ride on his boat. He refused at first but she persisted until he finally agreed. Eventually they arrived at the island of Solstheim. Jorda spoke with a dark elf who told them to go to something called the Earth Stone in order to learn more about Miraak. They found the stone quickly. Apparently many of the villagers were being mind controlled and forced to build some sort of structure around the stone. Neloth, a dark elf man who had been watching the villagers work, told them to travel to the temple of Miraak. Jorda frowned as she watched the villagers. "Isn't there anything we can do to help them?" she asked.

"I might be able to. My power may be able to cancel out Miraak's," Lelouch said. He looked one of the villagers in the eyes, "You must no longer obey Miraak's commands! Free yourself from his control," he ordered. The man stopped working and looked around with a dazed expression.

"What am I doing here? I was at my house just earlier..." he said.

"It's fine, you should return to your home," Lelouch said. The man nodded and walked back to the town. Lelouch did the same thing to the other villagers. Soon they were all back to normal.

"What is that power?" Jorda asked.

"It's called geass. It allows me to control people. I used this power on the dragon that attacked us. That's why it didn't breath fire," he explained.

"That could be useful against Miraak and his followers," she said.

"About that, I intend to stay here," he said.

"Why? Have you tired of adventure already?"

"I'm not much of a fighter. I'm not exactly athletic either so I'd only slow you down," he explained. And I am definitely tired of adventuring he thought.

"Well, if you think it's best..." she said reluctantly.

"If you do need me for anything I'll be right here," he said. Jorda nodded. She gave him a lot of gold, enough to rent a room from the tavern for quite a while. And enough to pay for plenty of food. He thanked her and then she left to find the temple.

A Few Days Later

The town of Raven Rock wasn't too bad a place to stay. Nobody bothered him and the room he rented was fairly nice. He wasn't a big fan of the foreign foods, however. His least favorite was the ash yams. His days of peace and quiet were interrupted when Jorda returned. She looked nervous, which made him nervous. "I need to talk to you alone," she said. He nodded and followed her a little ways outside the town.

"What do you need to talk about? Did you find Miraak?" Lelouch asked.

"I did, but I was unable to fight him. I found another way to free people from his control. However I need to increase this power so that I can face him in battle. Hermaeus Mora offered to give this power to me but he wanted me to do something for him in exchange," she explained.

"What did this Hermaeus Mora guy want?" Lelouch asked.

"To learn the secret of the Skaal, and the secret of your power," she answered.

"How does he know about my power?"

"He knows almost everything. He is the Deadric Price of knowledge and fate. But your power is a mystery to him, and he hates not knowing something," she said. "I've already helped him learn the secrets of the Skaal," she looked sad as she said this, "now I just need to let him talk to you."

"Fine, I'll talk to him," Lelouch said. She held out a strange looking black book. It suddenly opened on it's on and a large eyeball with tentacles sprouting from it appeared in the air above the book. A deep voice came from the eye.

"Are you the one with the power over the minds of others?" The voice questioned.

"Yes, although it seems I'm not the only one with that power," Lelouch answered.

"True, but your power is special. It is more powerful than the others like it. I wish to know it's secrets," the voice said.

"What would you like to know?" Lelouch asked.

"Everything!" The voice boomed. As it said this tentacles sprang from the book and grabbed Lelouch. He was pulled down into the book before he could react. He got a glimpse of a dark realm full of ink and books and tentacles before he woke up in his bed.

"That must be the strangest dream I've had yet," he muttered. He looked outside to the snow was starting to melt. Looks like the weather is better, I should be able to go to work today he thought. He got out of bed and got dressed. The simple life can be boring sometimes, but peace and quiet isn't always a bad thing he thought as he walked into the living room.
1. How long have you been on DeviantArt?

I've been a member for 5 years.

2. What does your username mean?

Shinigami is a reference to the anime Death Note and Bleach. 343 is a reference to the video game Halo.

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Shy, happy, stubborn

4. Are you left or right handed?


5. What was your first deviation?

Gaara of the Sand by Shinigami343  My only fanart. But I wasn't good at it so I moved to fanfiction instead.

6. What is your favourite type of art to create?


7. If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?

I would love to be a able to do digital art.

8. What was your first favourite?

I have no idea.

9. What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?

Fanart of anime and video game characters.

10. Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?

This is a really hard question. But if I have to choose just one, it's Zetsuai89.

11. If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be?

I don't know.

12. How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?

I can't reallly say, no one has made a big impact on my life.

13. What are your preferred tools to create art?

Text Document. That's all I need to write fanfics lol.

14. What is the most inspirational place for you to create art?

I don't know.

15. What is your favourite DeviantArt memory?

Probably the first time I bought art from one of my favorite artists. I was really happy to see some of my favorite art hanging on my walls. 


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