'Ello, this is Archangel of Dragons and I, lover of slash and boy/boy romances, see Brynjolf lovers up and down with their female Dovahkiins, so HA! I came up with it! If you think the same, come closer and taste the power of yaoi! Joke, I don't think its that good but anyway…
Song for that? Try : Master of Shadows – Two Steps from Hell
Carnival of Rust - Poets of the Fall
Blacksmith – Loreena Mckennett
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As the Listener I had to kill, more than I already did, doesn't matter who was, how it should be done or where the victim was. I must kill, well, fast, undetected and often. As a Vampire it wasn't strange for me, I could kill someone easily, I loved to kill in my cold and dark way, so silent, so quiet, so deadly. That described me well. Name? Doesn't matter, Listener suit well, the Dark Brotherhood came as a bless and was everything that I needed, and was strange how in such few time I was their Listener, the highest position I could have.
I must kill wherever I was said to do, was the direct orders of the Night Mother, our Mistress that had chosen me between everybody else, and such honor I would never fail to keep and care to. I would make our Mother proud, as Lorde Sithis too. Tall, slender, but strong and fast, I made the fear inside of people grow as I wished, I was scary in my ancient shrouded Dark Brotherhood's light leather armor, always with a hood that made my eyes always harder to be seen, and almost impossible.
That was good and needed, people usually got scared when a dark man in a dark armor shows up with sharp fangs and red eyes, eyes that I didn't even remembered their original color, but now they had red iris that looked like a blood stain, but wasn't. I stopped Shadowmere in front gate of Riften, I liked Riften, full of cutthroats, and as Lucien said a couple of times, 'Ah, Riften, full of thieves. But when one took my purse in exchange took his eyes. A good exchange.'.
The ghost was the only companion that I had in my missions, and didn't dared have more than him, he could die but would back to me, he could be with me all my cursed years as Vampire. I like his talkfull way, while I was so silent, quiet, and sneaky as a fox. And was like that Nazir was calling me, by the nickname of 'Bloody Fox' or just Fox.
Maybe because I never told them my name, isn't because I didn't trusted them, but because I didn't liked my name, my birth name, it gave me awfull memories, I didn't wanted to use it. Fox and Listener suited well, was enough, I didn't needed use my original name, a lot of assassins did it, forgot about the past life and live juat for the Brotherhood.
Maven, I found Maven in the deeps of the city, close to a shrine of Talos, and I just got close without she noticing it, sneaking was my way of living, I didn't knew how to live in a different way.
"Maven Black-Briar." I called and she jumped, staring at me who was sitting in a fence, gaze in the woman that had the city in the hands, but I didn't feared her, either the city and who else the woman knew that could harm me, for me, she was just another woman that was asking for a petty and fancy murder.
"Don't scary me you fool, didn't your leader told you my importance?" She asked angrily and I hissed like a Khajiit, the sharp fangs appearing lightly between the two lips that had a little color of pink, beautiful and deadly.
"She is dead, I'm the new leader, and I don't choose favorites." I hissed, making the name Fox suit me well one more time. Thinking now, the name Fox suited me because of my swiftness, sneakness, silence, sharp features and a lot else.
"But... I did so many contracts before, your leader always..." She started but I didn't cared for it and interrupted her.
"I don't care, Astrid is with Sithis, suffering for her sins. Doesn't matter how many contracts you did before, what privileges you had before, for me you are just a woman with fancy murder to contract from me. So go on, target, conditions, place, money, oath of loyalty, goodbye." I said coldly, my voice was harsh and cold, scary at its way, and the woman's eyes widened a bit.
"A thief in the Ratway, I have a note with the details, name, everything else you need, read it all before killing him. 5000 for the contract, and I shall not say a word about you and I accept the conditions and terms of the contract." She said, the voice already a bit eager, but she really showed that she knew about the terms, she gave her word about the loyalty and the money in this contract was pretty good, The Dark Brotherhood would enjoy it.
"Anything else?" I asked and she gave some steps back, her confidence just flew out knowing that I wasn't a boot-licker like Astrid. Damn Astrid deserves every torture that Sithis put on her head, treacherous bitch.
"No." She said and I made a little smile, showing my sharp fangs. I didn't used to smile a lot, but some cold and bloddy ones I could do, I wasn't a good person, not at all.
"I will take my leave then." I said, before using my Invisibility Vampire's Spell and walking to far from there. I read the note, my target was called Cynric Endell, a Jailbreaker that had made a job to Maven, but when he came to get his recompense from the job with Maven he entered her house and stole some things, and that obliviously maddened her, it was an affront to her believable immunity. I didn't wanted to kill the thief, I liked people that showed anyone is unreachable, immune to anything. But it was the Mother's wish, so I would made it with honor and greatness.
I was the Dragonborn too, but after I killed that dragon in Kynesgrove that blonde woman called Delphine never saw me again. I didn't wanted to be this thing, I never used a Shout in my life, just in front of the Greybeards, and if I died now, surely another Dragonborn would appear after I'm gone. I won't be the hero of Skyrim, I didn't wanted this, and I was just waiting to someone force me to do it. I didn't knew a lot of things in Riften, I didn't visited the Rift very often, but in the city I had a friend, a personal spy located in the Inn of Riften, and he could gladly tell me something if I asked. We were friends a long time when I was a lonely Vampire that did some thievery to survive with my money, and some bandid stuff to survive the blood thirst.
"Marcurio?" I asked, the mage raising his head with a big grin, the imperial always managed to make me ALMOST smile, just almost, but even if I tried I couldn't smile a true and sincere smile, I have lost that skill a lot of years ago.
"Man, where have you being? It's like ages that I don't see you!" The mage cried happily and I greeted him with a pat in the head, he knew about my Vampire blood, so he was one of the few friends that I had for 127 years, even if I looked just 26, my age was 127, and in this year would be the hundred birthday of vampirism, but it wasn't a thing to celebrate, even if the Vampirism have been a bless to me.
"You know, doing stuff. So, would you care of telling me some information in Riften? I need them." I said and the mage nodded, the Imperial's smile was contagious, but I was so cold and deep that didn't moved even a part of my stoic expression, cold as ice.
"Of course friend, lets pick a table." He said and I followed him to a table. He had two mugs of mead while I had just one goblet of wine, we had different tastes, but it didn't mattered. He said me what he knew about the thieves guild and the Jailbreaker Cynric Endell, but that was so few, I could barely use just this. I asked Marcurio if was possible to sneak into the base of the Thieves and he answered that was impossible, anyone really know where it was, just knew that was in the Ratway, and the only ones that know how to get into are the Thieves.
I was trapped, it looked that I couldn't invade it that easy, and to follow the Maven's instructions I had to kill the man inside the guild and at night. I got a room and slept deeply, but in the same time I could know if a feather flew in the room, I could sense it, I was sensible when sleeping, and the smallest sound could wake me up.
And the smallest sound really did it, because at the night, at 3am probably, the door of the room was lightly and silently opened, light steps came into the room, absurdly silent, but the intruder didn't knew that I was a Vampire. When the intruder closed the door, I was totally wake and ready to chop his/her face in tiny pieces.
That's it for now ladies and gentleman! Review if you think that the price of the dollar is just too much.
