10 Years after the previous events, nobody ever saw the demon again. Only legends and rumors are talking about what happened in the camp. With the commander's mutilated and raped body, the tents burned to the ground with all his soldiers. Some says it was a group of mercenaries, bandits or even Stormcloaks... Which perfectly suits the real perpetrator.

Although, in Riften, very far away and deep, in a clandestine bar somewhere in Shadowfoot Sanctum, a strange hooded woman gets inside. Walking around and looking at the tables, hidden in the shadows. Suddenly, she stops and her eyes are fixed on a specific table. She comes out of the dark and heads there, like a ghost in a sea of souls and just sat in front of man. The time he puts his beer on the table, she was in front of him. The man's surprise was obvious, but that didn't scared him though and almost looks like he was, sort of, waiting for her. Despite the very strange clothing of the woman and the fact she's wearing a strange mask. She stays there, without even saying a word. Both looks at each other. Weirder, nobody was looking at them or even noticed the woman. Like he was the only one to see her.

-Hello, dear sir, "Dirge", is that right ? I noticed you often come here. My apologies if I scared you, even though, you don't seem very surprised. Am-I wrong ? By the way, Just act natural, and don't talk too loud. Do like you were talking to yourself or being drunk, as you wish. But try to not attract anyone's attention.

The man takes a deep breath, raises an eyebrow and answer back:

-Don't think I didn't noticed you following me. You are very good at it but i know the drills around here. Who are you ?

At the moment he said those words, the waiter passing next to them just looked behind his shoulder

-Excuse me ?

The two men looked at each other, Dirge, confused, tried to attract the eye of the waiter and guide it to the woman, but he totally ignored him and walked away, mumbling insults, probably.

The woman doesn't answers. But it's obvious she's smurking under her mask. She partially removes it to drink and the guy noticed her medalion pending over her chest, made of what seems pure gold. Something very expensive. The little he saw of her face was a tan skin with a few scar on it. Although they don't look like battle scar, except the one on her throat.

-I am... a messenger. My name is not important at the moment. But I can tell you that, no matter what you are doing here, no matter who's your master or boss. I, can change your life. See all that misery... all those pitiful souls around, living empty lives... Dull Ones . But you, you're different. Am-I wrong ? I know why you're there, but your...purpose is not True. Let me help you.

The man takes a breath, not prepared to that kind of speech.

-What...what do you mean, not True ? who are you for telling me that ? I don't need any help, lady.

-Ooooh yes you do. By that I mean, you are not sure, your attention is not True. Thieve's guild ? It is interesting and usefull of course But... You want money, material... is that so simple to satisfy your needs and ambitions ? I am serving powers you can't even imagine they exists. My masters and mistresses are everywhere. Everything. And nowhere and nobody. I Am serving the Gods of the Veil. They are nor daedras or aedras... They are Something much greater. And They have much more to offer, compared to those pitiful things calling themselves Gods, ha. And the price is really...low, for what you will get, my dear.

-Gods of the-

The woman puts a finger over the black painted metallic lips over her's and whisper.

-Hush, Don't speak too loud, My mistress is hiding only my presence, not yours. This is an exemple of our Powers, although for now, sadly : they are quite limited. And We won't be able to do it eternally, so listen carefully: I am offering you to join something bigger than you can ever imagine. To be part of Change and to be a builder of a new Era. The Gods of the Veil needs our help, as we need Their's, you understand ? I'll explain everything when we'll be in a quieter place. But I know you can help Us. I know you are the One I seek for Our Holy Quest.

-You mean someone who can fight and has relations in the Thieve's guild?

-Someone I can count on and knows what loyalty is. Of course, what you said have their own advantages.

Dirges takes a few seconds before answering and looked at the place... it was pitiful. Hiding in a cave, just living by thieveries and a few crimes without convictions... He's worth much better and he knows it. He now has the confirmation since he saw the woman and drank her words like a subtile and soft wine.  Her clothes are clean, her mask perfect like it has been made by those.. Gods themselves and her gold jewels are worth a lot. She definitly lives better than he'll ever do and at first, it is the only thing he's has in mind: his pitiful situation.

-I'm in, lead the way.

-I'm glad you've made that decision...Brother. Trust me, you will not regret it... I knew I was right about you. But we need a third person more. Even if we are very tough and guided by the Gods, we'll need more help to build our... group. I want you to convince a very good friend of yours to join us. I want him or her here, I give you three days. I have to leave, next time, I won't be hidden like that, so be prepared to be seen with me. Know that you will never come here again after. At least, not as Dirge. I want you bring me a good friend of yours, or at least, someone you trust and know about his or her true value. Sleep well and prepare yourself : your life will change... Forever. When you'll be both with me, you will have to do a Flesh and loyalty test. Don't wory, you will like it. By the way, I am Harania. And i'm an Ex... The, Exarcha of the Octahedron's Cult.  Now, you are my brother and I am your sister.

But she wasn't alone that night. The ammount of emotional energies the massacre generated went through realities and fed very ancient Entities. Legend says the Eye of  one of Those opened itself in the sky and cried with Harania, flooding the village in rain of blood. Her mind was suddenly assaulted with visions of chaos, carnage but also peace, knowledge and even... pleasure. Her nostrills overwhelmed with the scent of the moste exquisite parfume she ever smelled and a guttural low voice resounding deep in her head. Telling her to take revenge... To act. To use the rage deep inside her to do Good. The smell of parfume suddenly mixed itself with smell of blood and sweat.

She took her sword and dagger, guided by the mysterious voices to the Legion's camp. She noticed not less than about 10 soldiers, almost all asleep. The one still awake had strange behavior, like she was under something's influence or drug. Leaving her post walk to the woods, next to Harania's position. Thinking that the noise caused by the rain and thunders are going to hide her better, Harania unsheathed her dagger and grabbed the guard from a bush and to stab her chest over and over while muffling her voice with her hand, like when thaught in the army for stealth attacks of sentries. No sounds were going through her strong grip, weirder, not even the gurglings could be heard. It was like her ennemy's head was in sort of a bubble, preventing any noise coming through. There was whispers in her head, telling her that she was protected by Silence.

She wanted to scream, to spit out her incredible anger but she had to remain calm. Although, something was helping her to calm down. Like her Anger wasn't her's anymore. She went from tent to tent, killing the soldiers one by one by different ways, depending on another voice's desires.This one was tempting and seducing... But also perverted. Giving her ideas about how to kill...Sometimes slitting the throat, strangling bare hand with incredible strenght or to suffocate her victim bare hands. She was drooling all over her victim as she was refraining from screaming.. He strenght was surnatural, even the strongest men of the legion were overpowered by her. Although she was a woman, not naturally strong, just a bit fit due to her hard work's nature. After the camp was cleaned, she was heading to the last tent, the commander's one, who wasn't asleep.

-What are you doing here, who are you ? Soldiers !

Nobody came... Harania smiled and said:

-Nobody will come to save you from Us. Now, you will pay for the atrocities you made.

She jumped on the Commander, she was incredibly fast and her moves were unnaturally fluid... She punched him many times as the loud demonic voice in her head was ordering:

HURT HIM, DEVASTATE HIM, SMASH HIM,

She was screaming like she never did, her  voice was distorted like a thousand people was screaming her anger. But suddenly, the soft and tempting voice got through her mind:

-My child, you are not a beast of anger and rage. That is not you. Listen to me... You are important to Us...But I found you. I was watching you when you were crying... I shared your exquisite pain. This is not weakness, on the contrary... It means you are alive. Let me guide you, and I'll make you feel more alive than you never was before.

A strange and innapropriate feeling overwhelmed Harania... Luxury... Sexual desires but also, a cold anger and hate... The most unusual mix of sensations she could feel at that particular moment. She stopped beating him and ripped of his clothes. The man wasn't completly knocked out but too weak to fight. She puts him on a table, undressed herself and rided him by force. While slapping him, biting, deeply scratching his body and teared off some teeth with her bare hands. His cries were resonating into the woods. Even the hunters presents a few miles away had their hair dressing up. When the commander gathered his last strenght to fight, he tried to push her away but she wasn't human anymore. He realized that a part of her body's skin was missing.Giving way to a sort of exposed flesh, with weird black veins at it's surface. Although,It felt like skin on touch. Her skin was pilling of, blood was flowing from every orifice of her body... Horns were protruding from her head, shoulders and arms. Some beast Claws replaced her nails and her eyes were turning red as well as a third one opened itself in some sort of a crown made of an unknown stone. Realities collided, she had things on her that she didn't had a second before, her mutation destroyed her clothes as she got much stronger and bigger muscles. The suffering was intense but also felt so good.. The same smell of parfume she felt in the village filled up once more the air... pain gives way to divine exctasy and euphoria. A thick black liquid secretated by her vagina was keeping the commander's penis erected, even if he was absolutly terrified and crying. All covered in blood and sweat. Her new Goddess was satisfied and identified Herself through mind communication. She was Haran'Saz, one of the Gods of the Veils and the mistress of Pain and hedonism. But she wasn't the only one observing. The emotional energies Harania generated through her acts this night, from pleasure to agony, from silent killing to brutal fight. From deep meditative thoughts guiding her steps to overwhelming magick wrapping her and affecting her flesh, giving her the color of her new Mistress. But her intense victim's suffering, sadness and depraveness finished to draw the attention of the Eight Gods of the Veil. All were watching and enjoying the show. Harania obeyed her Goddess dispite her bloodthirst and rage inspired by Aenaroth, the Lord of the Triumvirat. And for that, had to be rewarded for her choice. Something was growing inside her, right above her vagina. An excruciating pain gave way to a new body part, all made of sewn flesh and secretating the same black substance at it's tip. She then installed the paralyzed commander on a great table with his legs open... She penetrated him so violently that blood was flowing from his anus, all over the table. He was screaming for help and mercy but the demon wrapped her clawed hand over his neck and strangled him to death while she was having the most intense orgasm she ever had. The commander stoped to move, completly bloodless. Her arms fell and his eyes paralyzed and empty. The sweet voice whispered to her how to properly end this. A flame appeared in her hand, like she was doing magick for years and burnt the commander's body and tent. Then all the camp was burning in the dancing flames of revenge.

Harania left the camp in her Daemon form, deployed her wings and flew away under the light of the stars. And then became a Chosen. Nor human or demonic, she was a mix of both. She chose to follow Haran'Saz and the Sisters of Deviousness, all the Chosens before her had to chose their path.

After three consecutive days of sleep, Harania woke up with very dark thoughts. She realized that she lost everything and everyone she loved. But something else was given to her: A Purpose and Attention. During her days of sleep, she didn't had dreams but visions. The Gods gave her instructions. Now the link between Harania and Them was getting weaker and weaker, until she doesn't feel anything anymore. No more whispers. No more divine presence. This night was very special and was the unique opportunity for Them to seek a new Chosen. But they didn't left Harania with nothing. She could still feel something extremely precious : The love of her Goddesses and the Other Gods of the Veil. And finally: a True purpose : Bringing the Gods of the Veil into Nirn and find a first-rate relic : The Octahedron.