A/N: I know, I know, I should be updating ATGB2 and BSASE. But I couldn't resist writing an Elder Scrolls: Oblivion story, featuring the illustrious and all-too-lovable Lucien Lachance and an OC of mine. Note that this is a slashfic—which means it contains a male x male relationship. Don't like, don't read, that's all I can say about it.
…
(Lucien POV)
I believe I scared him a little, if only at first.
But that was to be expected. Who wouldn't be frightened if they were roused from their sleep by a man cloaked in shadow, especially after their first murder? Such was the case for a young Imperial named Aerius.
I had been following him for some time now, by the order of the Night Mother. Not to mention he bore the mark of Sithis, as bright as Masser and Secunda on a cloudless night. He couldn't have been more than twenty five years old, with pale skin and blue eyes. One night I found myself following him under the cloak of my Chameleon spell (a favorite of mine, naturally) and I found him skillfully picking a lock in northern Bruma.
He's a thief, I thought as the door swung open, and I followed him inside. He looked around and began his work, taking silver urns and the like and only the most valuable books off of the shelves. I watched from right behind his back as he silently went up the stairs and opened chests with practiced ease, taking the armor and weapons from inside.
His head shot up in alarm as a bed creaked on the other side of the balcony—the woman was awake. I, under the cover of my spell, had nothing to worry about, while his eyes were wide with worry. But they hardened with resolute disposition, and he silently pulled out a Steel Longsword. I watched as he crept up behind the woman and took her down in one heavy swing.
A satisfied smirk fell upon my face. There had obviously been no need for violence—he could've left the house without her taking notice—but this one, most certainly, had the darkness of the Void within him. He looted the rest of the bed chamber for jewelry and such before quickly fleeing to Olav's Tap and Tack.
…
By Sithis, this place is disgusting.
I found myself frowning—what kind of person actually pays to stay in a place like this? The Dark Brotherhood's newest interest, apparently.
"You sleep rather soundly for a murderer," I said quietly, but loud enough to wake the Imperial, "That's good. You'll need a clear conscience for what I'm about to propose."
He gasped, his eyes growing wide, "Who… Who are you?"
I indulged his frightened questioning. "I am Lucien Lachance, a Speaker for the Dark Brotherhood. And you, you are a killer. A taker of life. A harvester of souls."
At this, he just stared at me, so I continued. "Your work, your deathcraft, pleases the Night Mother. And so, I come to you with an offering. An opportunity… to join our rather unique family."
"I'm listening…" he managed after a nervous swallow.
"Then heed my words, for I will not repeat them. On the Green Road to the north of Bravil lies the Inn on Ill Omen. There you will find a man name Rufio," I said my words carefully and slowly so they would sink past his fear and actually take root in his memory.
"Kill him, and your initiation into the Dark Brotherhood will be complete. Do this, and the next time you sleep in a location which I deem secure, I will reveal myself once more, bearing the love of your new family."
"But I'm no murderer…"
In my growing impatience sarcasm seemed to slip into my tone. "No? The Night Mother seems to think otherwise. Allow me to grant you a gift, in case you reconsider. It is a virgin blade, and it thirsts for blood. Now, I bid you farewell. I do hope we'll meet again soon."
I made my way to leave and slipped in some parting words, "Your path is clear. Send Rufio to his death, and the Dark Brotherhood will embrace you as family."
With that I hurried from the dirty tavern, out into the cool air of a snowy night in Bruma. Aerius was scared, yes, and quite innocent for my standards. But these things could be cured.
...
A/N: So, how was it? Remember, reviews make me happy :)