Author's note: In this story, I will be making up Cicero's backstory prior to being an assassin since he doesn't have one. As the story progresses you will cringe a lot, you might cry, you might go WTF, if you can forgive the bad writing that is, and give this a go.

Thank you, and enjoy.

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Chapter 1: Cast Away

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Cicero had been good to the Nightmother in life and even in death, for this, the mighty Sithis has awarded him a second life, but this time not in Nirn but in another planet and another entirely different universe: Azeroth.

"Cicero. Your service to me and the Nightmother had been...satifactory." Sithis said to the Jester.

"All in the name of the great and mighty sithis! Now… what will mighty Sithis require Cicero to do in this other world hmmmmm?" Cicero said to the empty black void.

"I am setting you free to do whatever it is that you want."

"But Cicero only desires to serve you here for all of eternity!" The jester said. Floating in the dark void.

"No, I do not need servants my dear Cicero as you should have known by now. There is nothing for you to do in here."

"Cicero… understands"

"Cicero. You refer to me as sithis, but what I am is the essence of change. You in your time in Tamriel have embodied chaos and disorder in your own way by of course taking the lives of people on my name. What you had become is an agent of change for the lives of loved ones of the people you slew."

Cicero just kept floating in the void listening.

"Had you not existed nor did all of those things in your life, order in the weaves of fate of the lives of people you've affected would have been fulfilled. You see, everyone's lives and the fate of everything that exists are inherently predetermined by the being of creation. And what I do is to maintain balance by bringing change."

"Cicero is confused"

"It matters not Cicero, you will understand soon enough. Just remember this Cicero, Change is Order, Change is constant, and Change must happen."

Cicero, looked down on his hands and saw that it was disintegrating, at the same time he was feeling a surge of magical energy being absorbed by his body while slowly fading from the void.

"Oooh, Mighty sithis…. Hehehe…. that tickles! Oooh… hehehehe!"

"Now, keeper of the nightmother, bring change to the weaves of fate of Azeroth. Cicero!... I CAST YOU OUT!"

Then everything went black.

To be continued