Frogspawn Swamp the doctors saved you,

Mambo's lips curled in a wicked grin. "Death," the raven purled up to the pale giant, her deceptively soft octaves a rasping hiss not unlike the voice of the serpent she wore around her neck. "Your gods. They are not so different from the Daedra, yeah," the witch murmured in consideration, mismatched gaze flickering earthbound in thought. They snapped back up to the blood-streaked male's molten gaze after a beat, somber and serious. "But our gods are not to be mistaken. They are never pleased. Never sated. Not by blood, not even by death. They are chaos embodied -- the abyss of the afterlife's unknown darkness." Her thoughts turned to the falling star they had just witnessed, tearing into the earth and breaking open the realms of hell. 

"You would know them if you met them. They are prideful gods. You would know their names if they had spoken to you," the Bayou wolfess promised him with a small nod, knowing this without a doubt in her addled mind.