StrunLokSinghThe travellers waded through rivers of blood, mountains of bodies, through a land more wretched than anything on Nirn, searching for one who was with them the entire time . . .
Mortha laughed. 'Oh, you mortals are adorable! I can eat you right now! No, I'd rather have you tortured. Ah, Falin, the men already thirst for your fruits. And I . . . I desire do burn all of these travellers. To feed on the fire flickering on their flesh. Oh! Mm-ah! And the Orc, I have my own plans for the Orc. Maybe treat him like the children. But the Grim Reaper, he will become my slave. As for my father. Oh, I will hurt you more than any living creature in the history of pain! Your blood will soil the dirt of Nirn and Oblivion! Aetherius and Mundus. But you will never die, like the rest!'
Sauriil looked around, 'Where are you?'
'I am part of all of you. I am the beast that hungers for blood, and other things. I am the desire for blood and sex! All have it in them, all will have it in them as long as I live.'
'And you will live no longer.'
"Where is this bitch?!" Makor looks around "Face us!"