Vaermina, the Daedric Prince of dreams and nightmares, had been decided by the Aedra, along with his fellow Daedric princes, that she should be replaced. She stared in an outrage at the people who betrayed her, and then turned her gaze to the Aedra. She knew they were powerful, but powerful enough to take away her powers, her realm in Oblivion, and no longer have her as a Daedric prince?! She was bound in this place they stood at, Aetherius, so she could not use her powers.
"You cannot do this! There have always been sixteen princes!" she exclaimed, "If I am not to be one, then what will you do?"
"We have someone who shall replace you as the Daedric Prince of dreams and nightmares. They have already agreed to it, anyways," Akatosh said.
"Who?" Vaermina asked.
"Vyleli," Akatosh replied.
"What will happen to me?" she asked.
"You will go to Oblivion as a weaker version of a Daedra."
"Then I accept my fate," the soon-to-be-former Daedric Prince said, bowing her head. The next thing she knew, her vision faded to black as sharp pains ricocheted through her body.
"She will not know of her past self as a Daedric Prince?" she heard someone ask faintly.
"Yes. May we wish her luck in Oblivion." Those were the last words Vaermina heard before she lost consciousness.