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Summary: Diz is a typical argonian; he's happily married and works in the Thieves' Guild. However he has a dark secret, he is an assassin but not by choice. What happens when his wife finds out the truth, will she leave him and will Diz ever be free from the Dark Brotherhood? Follow Diz's life through all of his highs and many lows on his road of adventures, love, secrets, and much more.

I would love to thank my wonderful Assistant and Editor, omh666, for everything he has done in helping me on this story! Thanks again!

A/N: This is my newest fanfiction story!

Life of Diz

Her red eyes stared lifeless; she had been a young sweet dunmer girl who had barely moved from Morrowind to Cyrodiil. 'Filahn.' Her murderer thought. He bent over and carefully closed her eyes, "I'm sorry Filahn." He whispered. He was a typical argonian with a slight green hue to his scales; Diz was his name. He looked at Filahn one last time before slipping out the window and down the back alleyways of Pell's Gate. He slipped into The Cloak and Dagger and up to his room, once there he locked the door before changing out of his shrouded armour. He shoved it into his bag roughly before putting on some simple cloth pants and a white shirt; he looked over at the stained dirty mattress, 'Is that blood?' Diz thought. He quickly decided to just travel through the rest of the night to the Imperial City. He grabbed his sack, swung it over his shoulder, and left. Diz was grateful that no one at the inn would ask questions or remember him. Diz snuck out of town through a loose board in the fence so as not to make the guards suspicious.

Once out of sight of the gates Diz stepped onto the road and breathed in the cool night air; he could see the tower of the Imperial Palace in the distance but he was still several hours away. If he didn't have too much trouble he would reach the city by sunrise, hopefully. As Diz walked the face of Filahn kept popping up into his mind; with her accusing eyes. Diz sighed before stopping and looking up at the two moons, 'How did I get here?' Diz wondered. He hissed the moment the thought entered his head, of course he knew, "Stupid Ungolim!" Diz cursed. He looked away from the sky and continued at a quicker pace. 'If only I wouldn't have stolen from that stupid elf but how was I to know he was a member of the Dark Brotherhood, the Listener too.' Diz thought.

Diz was a member of the Thieves' Guild, and was quite happy with that but he had made the mistake of stealing some precious relic from the Dark Brotherhood, of course he didn't know what it was or who he was stealing from. He sold it to his fence in Bruma and what happened to it after he didn't know; but Diz had paid a heavy price for his mistake, his soul in exchange. He now did whatever bidding the Black Hand wanted however that did not mean he was a member; he didn't even know where a single sanctuary was.

Diz sighed, 'What's done is done.' He thought to himself. The only way to be free would be to find that blasted relic but it was long gone and even if he found it he is not sure they would forgive him. Not that it would matter; Diz would still have the guilt on his conscience of all those he had killed. Diz growled to himself as he pushed those thoughts out of his head; he wanted to get home in a good mood. He picked his pace back up and continued on his way home.

Diz reached the Imperial Bridge an hour after sunrise; however he didn't enter the city gates but turned right to follow the path to the docks and to the Water Front. He passed several dock workers who were already loading and unloading supplies from ships coming and going. He quickened his pace as he passed The Maria Elena but more specifically her crew; the last thing he wanted was trouble this close to home. Diz reached his shack; he hurried around back and opened the storage cellar. It wasn't big; as it was really used for storing food and only one person could be in it at a time. Diz lifted one of the floor boards and hid his shrouded armour in it; he replaced the board before closing the cellar and going inside. "Diz! You're home early." A female khajiit greeted from her place near the fire. "I decided to travel through the night." Diz informed. "Are you crazy? There are bandits and other cut-throats on the road at night!" The khajiit gasped. "Cresha don't worry about me; I'm very careful." Diz said as he took her by the shoulders. Cresha hugged him, "But I do worry about you." Diz kissed the top of her head, "Okay I won't do that again love…now aren't you going to be late for work?" Diz asked. Cresha pulled away, looked Diz straight in the eyes, and laid her ears back, "You're brushing me off but we'll talk about this later." Cresha stated as she turned to leave.

Diz gave a sheepish smile and walked her to the door before watching his wife make her way to The Bloated Float where she worked. Once she was out of sight his smile fell and he sighed before closing the door; how he hated keeping things from her. "How sweet of her to worry about you." Diz quickly turned around to see Ungolim leaning against the far wall. "She's worried that you might get hurt." Ungolim said in a false sweet voice before laughing. Diz growled, "Ungolim you bastard!" Ungolim quit laughing but a smirk still graced his mouth, "My Diz, you sure are testy today. Better watch your tongue or something unfortunate could happen to sweet Cresha." Ungolim warned. "Damn you!" Diz screamed as he leapt forward and reached for his dagger. Ungolim moved quickly and before Diz knew what happened he was face down on the floor with a dagger to his throat. "Diz you are pushing your luck and trying my patience. Do that again and you'll have to watch your wife suffer as we kill her slowly." Ungolim warned coldly. Diz growled, "Yes Listener."

The dagger was removed from Diz's neck and he was aloud up. He saw his own dagger sticking out of the table but he made no move to get it. "Is the contract fulfilled?" Ungolim asked. Diz knew that Ungolim already knew the answer but this was part of the elf's twisted game, "Yes, she now swims in the void." Diz replied. "Good, here is your next contract; there's no time limit on this one." Ungolim said as he laid the sealed envelope down on the table before leaving. Once he was gone Diz grabbed his dagger and plunged it into the envelope; imagining that it was Ungolim before sitting in a chair with his head in his hands. "I pushed my luck too far that time and it almost got Cresha killed." Diz sighed to himself. He had to remember to hold his tongue and anger in check especially with his wife's life on the line and Ungolim holding the dagger.