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Cryodemax, lord of despair, dread, sorrow, depression and all things sad

He was created long after the first 17 were born through an accident involving the blood of Molag Bal and Vaermina mixing. The mixed blood gained sentience and form, as well as a hunger for souls unmatched by an other. Taking on what he believed was his true form, he devoured the souls of lesser daedra and mortal alike, transversing the planes of oblivion, nirn and aetherius to fufill his insatiable hunger, until the day came that he has no longer hungry, or weak. Now accepted as a being of power, he began tutelage under Hermaeus Mora, who taught him the way to fully ascend as a Daedric prince, which he did. With a tiny fraction of his power, he created his plane of oblivion, the Shadow warp, a place devoid of life, filled with stunted, twisted trees, ebony towers, rocky spires and nothing else, a desert wasteland of pain and sorrow. Within this plane resides nothing but him, in a massive Ebony palace that dominates the apparent middle of the plane, where he convenes with anyone foolish enough to try to make a pact with him.

He appears as a young breton man, white haired, pale complexioned, with a pair of glowing red eyes, clad in daedric armor and surrounded by swirling red mists, wielding a stalhrim greatsword that drains life and soul traps one handed. To attempt to summon him, which can be performed any time, is to open a portal to his lands using the book or sorrows, a portal scroll to his palace which changes hands often, vanishing on use, where on can commune with him, a ritual performable by only extremely select witches of great powers and beauty. The book of sorrows can also be used by a witch to take temporary refuge in the Shadow warp or transverse huge distance, where it will not vanish after use, but the user will have a high chance of dying in the process.

Prospective candidates proceed to his palace, where most will be recycled into the dreamsleeve (he does NOT go Molag Bal, he especially dislikes beastfolk and men who follow into the portal are forcefully recycled), for he is uninterested in followers, their souls and worship, but a witch who impresses him with her cruelty, looks and zeal will be presented with a staff known as the evershard, a powerful staff that looks like a thousand crying men and women twisted into a pillar, usable only by the chosen, that fires a damaging projectile much like a fireball, except that the flames are purple, they drain health and it also soul traps those it kills, siphoning the souls to its true master while leaving enough for soul gems, as well as turning all it kills into ash piles.

Should the evershard's wielder come close to death, the prince of sorrow will appear in her location immediately, killing all foes and taking their souls with spells similar to those fired by the evershard and his sword (he prefers to appear personally, unlike his weakling brethren who use mortal agents or servant daedra and the barrier put up by Akatosh is irrelevant to him, as he invested little of his superior powers into his tiny plane). He heals the wielder, who is rendered eternally young and immortal so long as they hold the staff. The only price to pay would be that there would be a time when the prince of sorrow reclaims the staff, when it finally depletes its unlimited charge, deciding that the despair and sorrow spread has been fulfilled, condemning its wielder to eternal damnation and sorrow as their soul is used to charge the staff, as it consumes them in blinding purple flames as the staff vanishes. This depletion can happen any time, any where, any how, a wielder must know that she might live anywhere between a few seconds to millennia should she get the staff