An illustrated Skyrim story beyond the fall of the Dark Brotherhood~
After a surreal event, Cicero is inexplicably thrown back into a clear state of mind and his memories from his life prior to his madness return. We begin to learn who he really is...
The moons were almost directly overhead in the clear night sky. Mother estimated it to be about midnight. Casually, she approached the shrine of the Webspinner, Deadric Prince Mephala. The crisp light from the moons highlighted the towering statue's threatening outline making it appear to almost be alive. Mother removed a handful of nightshade blossoms from her robe and placed them at the base of the altar. She took several steps back and stared up at the monstrous face of the statue with its mouth agape, displaying a long lizard-like tongue. A moment passed before the eyes began to glow.
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A raspy whisper emanated from the shrine, "To what do I owe this personal visit?"
"Personal, indeed," Mother replied with frustration in her voice, "You take me for a fool."
"Well... those who run with fools find themselves living as one."
"What is your game, Mephala?" Mother crossed her arms.
"Game? I have no business with you."
"I understand the deal with the Wrath," she began to pace in a small line, "You want the Dragonborn's child and that is not an issue."
"Then why have you taken the time to summon me?" Mephala's tone seemed more intrigued than annoyed.
"I know there's more to it than that," Mother continued, "You gave that damned blade to my Keeper."
"It seemed an appropriate baby shower gift in exchange for his offspring."
"You know that was not your intention. I don't care what your deal with Wrath was, but you leave Cicero out of it."
"Did you not enjoy the bloodbath in Markarth?"
"I understand your grievances against the Dark Brotherhood, but he is mine. Do what you wish with the child and stay on your end of the deal."
"Ha! You speak like he is your own blood."
"He is the most loyal follower I've had and I respect that. I have plans for him and I will not allow your lust for chaos to interfere."
"Your little Ancient Blood uprising?" Mephala sounded amused.
"I am aware that you use that portal in the Falmer's eye. I will not step beyond my jurisdiction by removing it, as you will not step beyond yours by playing mind games with my Keeper," Mother's tone was firm, "Are we clear?"
"Removing it? Oh, my... you speak like you forget that you once again bear a mortal body."
Mother frowned, "Is that a threat?"
"Not at all," Mephala's light tone shifted to serious, "But I will be watching until that child is within my sphere."
Mother squinted, "Within? A mortal infant within the Spiral Skein? How?"
