Invocation of Azura Content . For three hundred years I have been a priestess of Azura , the Daedric Prince of Moonshadow , Mother of the Rose , and Queen of the Night Sky . Every Hogithum , which we celebrate on the 21st of First Seed , we summon her for guidance , as well as to offer things of worth and beauty to Her Majesty . She is a cruel but wise mistress . We do not invoke her on any Hogithum troubled by thunderstorms , for those nights belong to the Mad One , Sheogorath , even if they do coincide with the occasion . Azura at such times understands our caution . Azura ' s invocation is a very personal one . I have been priestess to three other Daedric Princes , but Azura values the quality of her worshippers , and the truth behind our adoration of her . When I was a Dark Elven maid of sixteen , I joined my grandmother ' s coven , worshippers of Molag Bal , the Schemer Princess . Blackmail , extortion , and bribery are as much the weapons of the Witches of Molag Bal as is dark magic . The Invocation of Molag Bal is held on the 20th of Evening Star , except during stormy weather . This ceremony is seldom missed , but Molag Bal often appears to her cultists in mortal guise on other dates . When my grandmother died in an attempt to poison the heir of Firewatch , I re - examined my faith in the cult . My brother was a warlock of the cult of Boethiah - and from what he told me , the Dark Warrior was closer to my spirit than the treacherous Molag Bal . Boethiah is a Warrior Princess who acts more overtly than any other Daedroth . After years of skulking and scheming , it felt good to perform acts for a mistress which had direct , immediate consequences . Besides , I liked it that Boethiah was a Daedra of the Dark Elves . Our cult would summon her on the day we called the Gauntlet , the 2nd of Sun ' s Dusk . Bloody competitions would be held in her honor , and the duels and battles would continue until nine cultists were killed at the hands of other cultists . Boethiah cared little for her cultists - she only cared for our blood . I do think I saw her smile when I accidentally slew my brother in a sparring session . My horror , I think , greatly pleased her . I left the cult soon after that . Boethiah was too impersonal for me , too cold . I wanted a mistress of greater depth . For the next eighteen years of my life , I worshipped no one . Instead I read and researched . It was in an old and profane tome that I came upon the name of Nocturnal - Nocturnal the Night Mistress , Nocturnal the Unfathomable . As the book prescribed , I called to her on her holy day , the 3rd of Hearthfire . At last I had found the personal mistress I had so long desired . I strove to understand her labyrinthine philosophy , the source of her mysterious pain . Everything about her was dark and shrouded , even the way she spoke and the acts she required of me . It took years for me to understand the simple fact that I could never understand Nocturnal . Her mystery was as essential to her as savagery was to Boethiah or treachery was to Molag Bal . To understand Nocturnal is to negate her , to pull back the curtains cloaking her realm of darkness . As much as I loved her , I recognized the futility of unraveling her enigmas . I turned instead to her sister , Azura . Azura is the only Daedra Princess I have ever worshipped who seems to care about her followers . Molag Bal wanted my mind , Boethiah wanted my arms , and Nocturnal perhaps my curiosity . Azura wants all of that , and our love above all . Not our abject slavering , but our honest and genuine caring in all its forms . It is important to her that our emotions be engaged in her worship . And our love must also be directed inward . If we love her and hate ourselves , she feels our pain . I will , for all time , have no other mistress .