A/N: hey there! This is the sequel to Aerials, my first Oblivion fic. I wasn't going to do one at first, but Chaos asked for more, so more is what you'll get.
Chaos, how do I reach u, btw?
So I made up a Fort because I couldn't find one that fit my criteria. Enjoy ;)
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It had been three years since Lucien's death.
I came here every time I was close, to pay my respects, I suppose. No matter how much time passed, I would never get the image out of my head, the taste of his blood out of my mouth. I could never forget him.
But it was something else. I was bored; my duties as Listener only required me to talk to a statue and report what it said to Arquen. I hadn't killed anybody in ages. Well, except for the time I had accidentally taken too much blood from a woman in Chorrol, but that didn't count.
I was holding a grudge. Not once had I come to report the Night Mother's orders without wanting to hurt Arquen. Everything about her just annoyed me nowadays.
"I'm lonely..." I sighed, then let out a bark of wry laughter. I was. There were currently five members of the Dark Brotherhood. One of them was me, and I hated one of the others. The Thieves' Guild cast me out after I was caught stealing from Methredhel. I had no interest in the Mages' Guild, and the Fighter's Guild captain in Cheydinhal was an ass. I needed something to do, and someone to do it with.
Reaching around my back, I pulled out my journal and looked it over. There was a Necromancer lair called Fort Supernatural near Anvil, I could busy myself with that...
It sounded like a good idea. Now to recruit someone to go with me.
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A/N: I think Aerius will have a good time in Fort Supernatural with a buddy, don't you?