Harania, once, was a villager living in a farm with her familly, had the most peaceful like she could ever dreamt about. But war was coming and she had to defend Skyrim against the Empire. She wasn't a soldier at first but that didn't stop her to be part of an assault alongside Stormcloaks against the Imperial forces. They won the battle but the rest of the defeated legionaries, weakened and angry, came across Harania's village and attacked. They slaughtered the villagers, even the kids and raped the women. When Harania came back home, she found out her homeland ravaged. It was raining, the flames were gone but the smell of death and rot was heavier. Her father was killed, her two sisters raped and executed and her mother died in her arms, under the storm. Screaming in the night, crying of despair and deep sadness, she was about to end her days because of remorses.If she was there, maybe she could have done something... Harania was tormented and broken.

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.