You're like a Menstrual Cyclist

Meldresi shifted on her paws, her mind wandering again. She sighed, trying to focus again, her hormones making her growl low in her throat, possessive and jealous of the two girls that had spent so much time with her Dark King. She pawed her face, wiping her eyes, and trying to clear her vision.

"I cannot say. Sithis deals his judgement when you arrive. Regardless of what you've done, you will go to him, and speak to him." Their religion never promised anything in terms of an afterlife. They focused on the present, their lives on the mortal plane. Where they went was not for them to choose. In any other religion, they would have gone to hell, or somewhere similar. Daedric worshippers never had to worry about such things. That was the attraction behind it.