Blackfeather Woods bloom, gloom & doom

To why Damien did not have an answer. Out of all the Spiderlings of her brood, Astrid was the one on which Damien had found the most interest. It had to do with the fact that she'd been promised to him as soon as she'd been able to stand on her own paws, but her peculiar personality, likened to his own, fueled his curiosity even further.

"You're a lot like me," was all he said, and he'd offered a smile to go with it. He didn't explain why, hoping that she would ask again, but to her other question he didn't hesitate to answer.

"The Daedric Princes are the true divinities, the ones with power," he said, inspiration flowing easily through him. "They live in another dimension, which we call The Void, while we're bound to this mortal plane irreparably. We can't understand them or their morality, but we can sense their energies shaping our surroundings," he explained, glancing at the shadows cast by the forest all around him. "Mephala, for example, is a sewer of discord, master manipulator and Prince of unknown plots and obfuscation. She is the one we work for," he added, enthusiasm about his lord clear in his voice, "but there are many others... Each ruling over metaphysical aspects of our reality. There's Hermaeus Mora – The formless Prince of knowledge and memory, Mehrunes Dagon – The true Master of destruction, Sheogorath – The infamous Prince of Madness, whose motives are unknowable, Vaermina – The old Prince of dreams and nightmares, bringer of omens and premonitions," he listed, each name bringing his voice  to a deeper and hushed level, as though the trees were prying on him. He stared at the girl, holding her attention with his pale eyes and his breath to add, "and of course, there is also Nocturnal – The beautiful Mistress of Night and darkness, the patron of all things secretive. Prince of thieves and ruler of the mysterious realm of Evergloam," and fall silent in anticipation of Astrid's reaction.