Molag Bal

All this time spent in isolation within your people's secluded monastery deep within falkreath territory that was casted under an illusion spell to look like a normal waterfall left you feeling... lonely. The grand priest of Akatosh was the only one who saw you and took care of you to which he was your only attachment to this world as a father figure. Now you are standing in front of your father figure who laid down on the dirty stone floor, his body as icy as the snow that raged outside.

"Ah, the ever so loyal follower of Akatosh. My champion whispered that you would be sent here finally and your pitiful choad that you call aedra won't be able to save you now."

His words sliced through you as if he were physically using the same blade he had cut down your beloved father figure, and now he was going to desecrate this holy ancient temple by using you as his sacrifice.

"Your master's soul belongs to me in my realm and now you will join in, but not in the same fate as your master. You are the vessel for Akatosh and I must corrupt you first before claiming your very soul for my own amusement as the daedric prince of Domination, Molag Bal."