Veristek lived under the Gullfaust house, in their cellar, and packed herself away the hole in the corner of the food storage area. The skeevers had made it many years before she found the Gullfaust house and lived in their seldom used cellar. They were a very rich family of a husband and wife with many children, but the whole family was obsessed with money. They overcharged for their wares, gave nothing when weary travelers or beggars came by, and would have killed Veri if they knew she was there. So, she kept quiet and ate sparingly, and became very good at hiding.

Veri reached in the a barrel and took out a loaf of bread and a slice of cheese, took a dirty wooden bowl out from under cobweb, and tapped some mead out from a cask. She put the bread and cheese in the bowl and slid it in the skeever hole, and followed in after it. It was a roomy hole, big enough for four or five skeevers to live comfortably. But now their bones scattered about the hole, and it belonged to Veristek. The entrance to her rat hole was very small, but it wasn't a problem for her to get in and out of it; she was just skin and bones.

She had covered to her 'room' in cloth and bones and paint, and furnished it with things she took when the Gullfausts were out. Useless things, things they would never miss. A lamp here, a blanket there, she somehow managed to get some old skins and a few armfulls of hay for a bed. Few squatters lived as comfortably as she did. Especially ones that were only nine years old. She had always been crafty, resourceful. She vaguely remembered designing an almost undetectable trap for her father, out of a few sticks, rope, and a small piece of meat or fruit.

She liked to think that her parents would be very proud if they were watching her somehow. She curled up between an old pillow with the stuffing coming out the seams and her 'bed', and set her food on her stomach, and pulled out a dog eared copy of Chance's Folly. She loved the story, though it was rather gruesome, and gave her chills. She layed eating the soggy mead soaked bread, listening to the foot steps overhead, smug that they hadn't noticed her for three years. But something changed in the pattern of the footsteps.

She heard the door to the house open, and slowly close. Step step step step. It stopped. It turned toward the master bedroom, and it swung the doors open. She heard Persus Gullfaust yell obscenities at his broken slumber. "Who the hell are you?! Why are you in my house?! GET OUT!", Persus squalled as his wife stayed silent. It stayed silent. Suddenly, it leapt forward, and slashed at the figures getting out of bed, and Illien Gullfaust screamed- shortly. It became silent again. It walked out of the Master bedroom and towards the childrens room.

Veri listened closely. She heard dripping from the floor above her, and the smell was sickening. Almost like roses and chocolate mixed together, but warm, and soft. As odd as it sounded to her, it smelled... Evil. She crept out of her hiding place, and went as quietly as she could to the floor under the closet in the childrens room. The sound of five voices breathing heavily, and the smell of their sweat was going to get them killed. She couldn't take it. "Pssst! Stop breathing so heavily!", she whispered under their feet.

The door to the closet was yanked open, and the children started screaming. Veri crouched under their room, her arms over her head. One thump. She cried softly. The ones above her screamed even louder than before. She just wanted them to stop screaming, to stop crying, to stop- and then there was abrupt silence. Whatever was upstairs was still breathing, and reeked of death, but the children... They were laying, silent, and soon to be cold on the floor above her. One had fallen on their face, and seemed to be peering down at her with dead eyes.

She looked up in terror, realizing, she had done it again. Her mind flashed to those five years ago, when she had done this for the first time. A more tragic story there never was in Skyrim. Veristek was a cursed child. The midwives who birthed her knew that she was going to have a horrible gift. It seemed that a Daedric Lord, no one lived long enough to find which Daedra, decided to have some fun, and curse a child who wasn't even born yet. She had always been able to destroy anything, take almost any life, at a whim. She thought she could control it.

But she was wrong. On a day that was to be a great and wonderful day; the birth of two babies. They were going to be her little siblings. She was in the room with her mother and father and the midwives, she was holding her mothers hand. And her mother was shouting, and screaming, and cursing. And her father was shouting for her to keep going. And the midwife was yelling over her to keep pushing. And soon there was one baby crying and wailing at the top of its lungs. She couldn't take all the noise, and all the pain, and all the blood in the room. She closed her eyes tight, and wished it to stop...

Veri came back to current times, to find a woman was standing almost directly over her, and she was looking down. She couldn't see her face, but she could see just the slits of her eyes. Dark, amused, and... interested. She moved away, obviously to find the door to the cellar. Veri felt cornered, but too exhausted from the energy she used to kill... Kill the Gullfaust children. Oh Gods, why... She thought, and then wretched. She was not the kind of person who would kill on purpose. She fell to the ground, wretching had sapped the last of her energy, and she was almost too exhausted to look up.

She looked up at the sick joyful eyes of the woman who killed the rest of the Gullfausts. And blacked out.