Blackfeather Woods AHHH! It's demons! Run Jim! Ruuuuun! Ruuuuun!

Replying because all of my bastards spawn filth children are born. @Vaati @Koume @Kotake @Astrid you're all free to join in!

Monsters.

It was a scene out of a nightmare, sent by Vaermina herself to torture her even in her waking moments. Or, some pocket of Oblivion she was trapped in by Sheogorath, meant to be tortured for the rest of her life, mortal and beyond. The fact that these had grown within her, were children of her own blood like Vaati and Koume and Kotake and Ganondorf were...She had thought she had failed before with her first litter — losing Koume for so long and Ganon straying from the faith — but now she felt an overwhelming sense of failure pulled by her disgust. 

She snarled at them as if they were a threat to her safety — in a way they were. She flinched at every random movement that was even slightly in her direction, as if they were searching for her. They were; searching for milk and warmth like any normal child would. But she would not give that to them — they were cursed from their birth to be ignored by her.

Damien's presence startled her. More so because she did not recognize him at first. His body had shrunk, become haphazard and wild. Clarity tinged his voice but did not overcome it. But she was just as close to the precipice of madness that he had fallen into. Her eye burned with desperation, pleading. Damien, please, She hissed to him, her voice weak. She looked at the children squirming in a pile, a wriggling mass of putrid wretches. Kill them. Get rid of them now.