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Helian made sure to never smile at Kashya again.

Lysilde meanwhile was deep in thought while they rode on, into the West.

A portly fellow tended his garden; the most curious garden indeed. Shadeflowers, Helms Root, Blood orchids, and carnal daffodils were but few of the flora that grew here, within Sanguine's realm.

In truth, he did not know where exactly his garden was at this very moment. No doubt conjured up by the perverse fantasies of some mortals if the suggestive shapes of some of the things around him were any indication. It made the Daedric Prince of debauchery and vice smile. Some of the desires those lesser than him could come up with, surprised even him. In a good way mind.

Carefully he trimmed the rose that would soon be, once again, gifted to someone on Nirn. One of his acolytes in Tenmaru no doubt. A token of gratitude. A rose for a rose after all...

As if on cue he could hear someone arrive. A woman stepped into his garden. Once he gazed upon her he was surprised to find it was not the Redguard whom he had entrusted with his holy quest. It was instead, that wench, the sex-crazed blonde beneath her.

"Forgive me O lord."

"No need for such formalities. I know what truly goes on within your mind. It is anything but formal." The god smirked.

The blonde maintained her stiff attitude, no doubt she feared what would come next.

"I regret to inform you that our plans have been... foiled."

Sanguine thought that was funny. Tenmaru was a naive city, ripe for his influence. How could they have fucked it up? Perhaps they didn't fuck it up enough. Either way. A lack of fucking might've been the problem.

The Daedric Prince laughed, but it was without mirth.

"And Dibella's Rose?" He inquired with a deep yet playful voice.

"Gone. Taken by outsiders. We did not know. Everything was going according to plan, until they showed up the other day an-"

She was overcome with a sensation that made her silent. She fell to her knees.

"Quiet you."

Sanguine would leave her like that for some time. Maybe a few hours. Or days. Either way. When she was done, she would never feel joy like that ever again. That would be her punishment. That would be the punishment for all of them. Those that still remained...

The lord of pleasure walked out of his garden, into one of his other realms.

"Fools... Incompetent fools."

But these 'outsiders'. Perhaps there was more to them than a simple inconvenience.

Perhaps it was even time for a temporary truce with an old friend...

28th of Last Seed

Day broke and the camp that had been set up would once again be faced with the hot humid

climate of the Tenmar Forest.

Helian was preparing breakfast in a stew pot while Lysilde sat on a tree stump, combing her long red hair with a brush.

She wore her usual attire again. As did Helian.