Blackfeather Woods lord of the flies

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Peryite. The Lord of Pestilence, the god whose name Maegi bore. The bringer of plagues, destruction, death. Potema had likely named her so for her disfigured appearance, for the blight she and her littermates had brought to their mother's womb.

Well, and so be it. If she were a plague, then a plague of the highest order she would be.

She sat on the edge of the Weeping Meadow, just far enough away from the poison tree to only slightly feel its effects. Her head spun as she thought, thought, thought thought thought. Schemes, and plans, over-the-top machinations of her mind that all ended in one image: the sight of her mother, dead and cold, open eyes seeing nothing.

Eyes blinked slowly, one her father's bright orange, the other the deep Melonii indigo. Potema had said Meldresi would have killed her--and perhaps she would--but neither could deny she came from the bloodline. That she was irrefutably a Melonii, and would be until she drew her last breath. That the gods favored Meloniis, and they spoke to her as they had spoken to her mother, and her mother before her. . .

Peryite. She would bring a plague down on Potema, one day, a plague that would rip the woman from this world, remove her from Maegi's life for once and for all. It was so destined. Her name begged it.

Her vision began to double, but she sat resolutely, chanting soundless Daedric prayers. She let out a laugh, half-crazed, giddy with intoxication. Potema had thought her a monster, when she instead gazed upon a child.

Now the child was dead. . .and the monster was born.