When I ran into the werewolf child-killer in jail, I watched him escape (Upset #1), got involuntarily stuck with a cursed ring (Upset #2), and was sent to murder a beautiful, noble wild animal to please a demon prince (Upset #3, the more so since I hunt every year in RL. ). At that point I reloaded, walked into the jail, and burned the b*stard down. I don't care if his excuse is that he ate too many Twinkies and was on a sugar low: Child killers die in any world in which I have a say. The guards didn't seem to care at all. Rough justice. And I was perfectly content.
When I got stuck in a house and forced to kill an innocent man in self-defense, I told the demon prince in the cellar I didn't want anything to do with him, got out of his little trap, and walked away after picking the house clean.
When I watched a mad old wizard turn to dust to bring some kind of arcane demon Bible to light, and was told by said demon that my free will was an illusion and all I had done was merely serving him, I laughed and walked away. I'll keep that book safe just to despite him. If need be, I can always swim out and drop it in the middle of the ocean.
The demon prince of insanity actually seems to be a likable chap, so long as you catch him in a good mood. All he did was send me to play games and give me a staff that roughly corresponds to the Wand Of Wonder in old school AD&D and send me on my way. He didn't want my soul, or my servitude; merely a bit of entertainment. No bones to pick there. I even found myself liking the crazy old fart. He was like the Mad Hatter with super powers.
When a demon prince demanded I slaughter the eccentric curator of the Mystic Dawn museum, I told him to p*ss right off. When he sent two demons in evil spikey black armor after us, I FUS RO DAH'ed them into the cliff face and ran like ten b*stards. Both the curator and I got clean away. All's well that ends well... especially since I stole everything in his museum for my private collection at the College.
When yet another demon prince tried to svcker me into making a bargain with him, I told him no, it's okay, just take your pet talking doggie back, I'm doing the world a favor by getting him out of it. He merely pouted and gave me a neat-looking mask and told me to GTFO. My soul was never up for grabs. Heh.
When some cannibalistic [censored] tried to recruit me into her cannibal-coven, I brought her the intended sacrifice and wiped out the whole lot of them. He was grateful for it, too. More rough justice.
When the Companions tried to recruit me for were-wolf-dom, their rationale being 'if this brings success in battle, how can it be evil'?, I demurred and walked away. It's evil because it binds your soul to a demon prince who sends some people on canned hunts and others to rip apart little girls. I wish you well and want no part of it.... which is pretty much the same as I react in RL when someone passes me a joint. I prefer beer anyway. My choice.
I tell you all of this, fellow Dragonborn, so you can understand how utterly nonplussed I am at being told by some middle-aged dark elf that I need to sell my soul to a (supposedly morally neutral) demon prince (princess?) so I can keep my cool Batman armor and avenge the insult to the Thieves' Guild. She asks me if I'm ready, and I am presented with a single scripted line telling her 'yes I am ready.' At which point I said out loud OH NO I'M NOT, escape-keyed out of the dialogue, saved the game, and shut it down.
The hell do I do now? I was having lots of fun skulking around up to that point, but I'm pretty anol-retentive about freedom of choice. Particularly when it comes to what happens to my freaking SOUL for freaking ETERNITY. Only a narcissistic child would not. I have outwitted and/or defied every supernatural entity that tried to make me do yucky stuff against my will. If need be, I have no problem reloading the game and continuing my merry way from a point in time before I get my Nightingale armor on (for that is the true power of the Dragonborn. Reconnaissance by prophecy, I've come to call it.) I don't mind scripted quests; they are part and parcel of my destiny.... but my soul bloody well belongs to ME. That is non-negotiable. Guarding holy places, even shadowy spooky ones? That's fine. Forking over my immortal part so I can be her slave for all eternity? NOPE.jpg. And from a game-design perspective, this is the only Daedra that doesn't let me escape or tell him/her/it no, I don't want any.
Can I get my soul back later? Can I escape at this point and put my Batman armor in the wardrobe at Winterhold next to the Mystic Dawn robes and all the dwarvish artifacts and the Wabberjocky or whatever the hell it's called? What do I do, gentles all? Advise me. I don't mind spoilers, if it helps me keep my free will in this world and the next.