Blackfeather Woods blind to this impending fate

Dust to dust. And the hope of becoming stars. It was completely foreign to Maegi, but she liked the sound of it, and would keep it in mind. But as for Parvati's gods abandoning her—

The daedra will take you in, if you choose to reach out to them, Maegi said softly, eyes drifting toward the altar. Peryite is lord of pestilence; my brother's namesake, Malacath, watches over the damned. They are not choosy—they accept all.

She took in a low, steadying breath, going into a slight trance. Peryite, ñuha āeksio, ñuha Jaes, she whispered. Jurnegon tolī īlva mandia Parvati.  Dohaeragon zirȳla isse bisa arlie ābrar.  Nyke epagon mērī bisa hen ao, syt sir. Her eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, and then opened again, looking at Parvati.

I have asked Peryite to guide you, Maegi explained, a half-smile curving her scarred muzzle. Peryite will call for you in dreams, soon. . .I am sure of it. She rarely asked favors from Peryite, and she did not think this was so demanding, compared to what she could request.