As I watch the encounter between Meridia and Molag Bal unfold before me, I begin to realise that our souls have become but leaves in the storms created by these ‘gods’. Their influence is like an ethereal thread through the needle of a mortals life, everything that happens on Nirn is stitched with their colours.
When ordinary people turn to evil and justify the unjustifiable in the name of their piety, you can be sure it is because of daedric influence. They have us so on edge and obsessed with worrying about our afterlife that we have forgotten how to cherish our scars and live the mortal life we have.
Meanwhile their priests and cultists continue to preach that we should kneel and grovel to these all-powerful ‘princes’, but surely if we mortals are to learn anything from the Planemeld, it is that our tenets should no longer be about whether these ‘deities’ can forgive our weaknesses and transgressions, but whether we can forgive theirs.