Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161209153206/@comment-17114085-20161214183831

(Once Half-Gods die they don't come back, unless their powers involve immortality of some kind. Daedric ones are no exception, they don't have a regular Daedra's animus. Their soul, like any other mortal, would live on. In most cases it would go to their parent's realm. Unless they have a contract with another Prince or it gets stolen.)

Wrath began to shrink and he changed back into his regular form. He stood amist the firestorm as it began to dissipate, the spell wearing off. The Demiprince grabbed his sword from the ground and sheathed it. Around him the nearby buildings were aflame.

"Come, Sins." He called to his subordinates. "Whiterun awaits."

As he was walking down the road he saw the woman from before. Sloth had infected her with his venom, so she was incapacitated from pain. He looked down at her.

Svenja had watched the whole thing, Kyrnil's defeat at Wrath's hands and his slaughter of the Companions. Once again she saw people die by his flames and was unable to aid them. She gritted her teeth from the pain of the venom. It was as if her blood was fire, her muscles glass, her bones lined with nails. Every little movement gave her immense agony. Though she managed to stay conscious through sheer force of will.

Wrath grinned as he saw her squirm in pain. "You were trying to kill me for what I did in Falkreath and trying to stop me from repeating it here, seems that you failed once more, daughter of Stuhn. Come to Whiterun when you recover from the poison. It will be amusing to watch you fail a third time."

She wanted to insult him, to yell at him, but the pain was too much to even speak.

Wrath walked out of Riverwood with his Sins beside him.