"Welcome to the Dark Brotherhood, sister."
The unwanted assassin, the misunderstood murderer. Under the blue suede dress, was the duchess of Mania, and the Prince of Madness, but the one place she belonged didn't want her. She was a she. She had killed the damn man, why wouldn't they take her?! She had done their business, made a treaty with Hell and seen the planes of Oblivion. She was all they needed to gain a bigger body count than the Mythic Dawn, to succeed with an assassination bigger than the death of the Emperor. She was all they needed to become feared by every faction, every guard and every citizen in all of Tamriel. She could get the Dark Brotherhood up past the Gray Fox and his Thieves Guild. But the Brotherhood was far too sexist to allow her into their sanctuary. She was out of luck.
A mystery to anyone and everyone, the girl with the invisible bounty, the silent killer. She walked the streets, seeing the aftermath of her own force, and that of the Daedra. There was no redemption, no forgiveness, no turning back. There were no prayers for her, no chance to repent her sins and not even a glimpse of a sweet and peaceful future for her. She would not be blessed by the Gods, and the Nine Divine would never have a second thought of her. She was a murderer, and that was it. That was the end.
The Imperial Marketplace was empty now, except for the occasional guard, who was oblivious to her crimes, her secrets, her blood stained past. The Night Mother had guided her, helped her decide her actions, but now she was all alone. The Brotherhood had turned her own goddess against her. The girl had made a rookie mistake, and shown the city her true nature, her crimson eyes and faded blonde hair. She tried so hard to blend in, but not even the blue suede dress and sapphire amulets could hide her crimes. She hated to admit it, but the Dark Brotherhood was making a smart decision by shunning her. But she knew that it wasn't fair. Her purpose had been lost the abyss of lives she had taken just to prove she was worthy. All she had to show her efforts were a simple knife and a memory of murder.
"Evening, ma'am," said a guard as he walked past her. The girl considered reasons to kill him. He looked at her funny, he was an Imperial Guard, he had almost caught her in the act, and he had crossed her path. Smirking, the blonde, in one swift movement, stepped forward and slashed at the guard, leaving one more blood stain on the streets of the province of Cyrodiil, and another life she had taken to be admitted to the faction.
A shadow appeared behind her, and as she turned to strike at what she thought was another guard, the girl noticed the black robes of not a Necromancer, but a Brother. He smiled, and said one simple sentence. "Welcome to the Dark Brotherhood, sister."
She assumed one hundred and ninety seven bodies was enough to get her in.