A/N: Good afternoon. :) Before I forget to tell you, well, first off, you probably already know this, but this is Hermaeus Mora's chapter. And I did not put in what his sphere is because it is mentioned by Mephala. In case you forgot, it is the sphere of the scrying of the tides of Fate. So basically, he can see into both the past and the future and he's all knowledgeable and everything. That being said…well, now you remember. If you did not review this last chapter and have a deep burning desire for a virtual muffin (it's alright, you can admit it; I know you all do) NEVER FEAR! *heroic pose* There will be more. My virtual oven can bake 62.38 dozen muffins at once. Virtual muffins go out to Xreeper 16 and DaMayanKing. *hands you each a muffin* Enjoy! And I would still like to thank Lumpycheez, Whatshisface v.2, Lady Epicness, Lucidique, GrowlingPeanut and Hypodragon. You guys are all so supportive and your feedback really helps me and makes my days brighter. :) And since I try to respond to all of your reviews, I would like you to know that I don't tell everyone the same thing; I try to personalize them so I'm not just sending you all a formulaic "thanks, keep reading" message. I'm pretty sure some of you already know that. Well, I'm off to make lunch now, so I hope you like this chapter! :) Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Still Bethesda's, but I'm going to start saving up babysitting money to bribe them…shh…it's a secret…
Knowledge is one of those things that always seems to be sought after, but is rarely obtained to the desired degree.
Hermaeus Mora, being the Prince whose dominion includes both the treasures of knowledge and memory, has never found this to be a problem. He is willing to share his knowledge with only the most worthy of mortals, but prefers to keep it to himself, seeing as both Man and Mer are inferior to the Daedra. His opinion on the matter is most obviously shown through his refusal of choosing a humanoid form. Seeing as Daedra are their superiors, they should not be privileged enough to have a Daedric Lord take on a form as they have. Instead, he sees a green blob of claws, eyes, and tentacles a worthy form; displaying the terror mortals should have toward Daedra. Although his sister Mephala has many times tried to convince him that it is just disgusting, and not fear inducing, his position on the matter remains the same.
The men who are brave enough to face him are given a choice: help assist him in his quest for further knowledge, or run screaming before they're unfortunate enough to face the wrath of a Daedric Prince. Usually the second option is preferred, although throughout time, there have the occasional few who have been worthy enough to become Mora's champion and have received the gift of knowledge in return.
He holds a certain amount of disdain for any race lower than himself, and being a Daedric Lord, he tends to be naturally arrogant, and sees himself superior to even his fellow Princes, something that does not earn him many friends among the others. Hermaeus, like some of the others, can see the benefits to a world ruled solely by himself, but being able to see what could be, he can also see why an upset in the balance of power could be potentially disastrous. It is because of his knowledge of what will come in the future that he is content to sit and wait while history takes its course, forcing himself to deal with the inferiority of everyone else in order to keep the secret of what is to come, and to ensure that what he can see will never be altered.