Blackfeather Woods It used to feel like a fairy tail, now it seems we were just pretending

She spoke his name, such a sweet voice calling his name made him shiver, surrendered to her surreal presence. But the spell would not last. He couldn't forget that she was here to dictate his punishment, the very thing he'd asked of the father, and she would not let him forget.

Despite Astrid's efforts to make Damien recover his sense he was still fully convinved that he was in the presence of Nocturnal, the daedric prince of night and dark. Nocturnal had many names like Nox, or Nott or Artemis in pagan cultures. Nyx was one of those names. She, standing right in front of Damien, was the only god of night, and she'd been tasked by the lord Father to punish a lost soul.

Is that my punishment? he collected enough valor to ask in response of her request to look up at her. She would take away his sanity for good this time, for looking upon the face of Nocturnal would cast a curse on him.

If this was what the gods asked of him how could he refuse?