A Series of Daedric Events (a Skyrim fanfiction)

Prologue

"Are you sure it's safe?" father frowns. 

Mother laughs bitterly. "Nowhere is safe anymore,"

I shiver at the dark words and wrap my fur cloak around my shoulders tighter. I hate cold weather and The Pale is notoriously freezing. I quietly resent my parents for making me come with them, though I am grateful it means I can see my older sister. It's just a great pity that the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary is in The Pale. They really couldn't have picked somewhere warmer? Like Valenwood maybe? Or even Elsweyr?

"Papa, the assassins won't hurt us," Sofie tries to assure him. "If they do they have to answer to Maryse and messing with her is a very bad idea,"

Neither one of our parents reply to Sofie and we continue our trek to the Black Door in silence. I think it's kind of cool that my older sister is the Listener for the Dark Brotherhood. It's scary, sure, but it's also a little relieving. At first I didn't trust her because of her murderous tendencies but Maryse is really nice once you look past those. Besides, because of her high position in the Brotherhood we're basically untouchable. If anyone tries to have us killed Maryse will soon sort them out. So, I mean, at least I won't be assassinated anytime soon by the Dark Brotherhood. 

But there's a much bigger threat than assassins right now: the rising and revolting Daedra. 

Ever since my mother killed Hermaeus Mora's old champion (Miraak) on Solstheim a month or so ago he's been sending undead and daedric forces to attack Mundus. The other Daedric Princes aren't doing anything to stop him because he's too powerful to be stopped now that he has his usual daedric prince powers and the soul of a Dragonborn to aid him in his quest of total destruction. The only reason why he hasn't obliterated us in one go is because he wants to do it slowly to watch Mundus suffer and suffer and suffer. 

Evil bastard. 

Things haven't been looking great for Tamriel. Several cities in Morrowind have been completely destroyed, the king of High Rock has fled the country after his castle was burnt to the ground and 60% of Black Marsh's population have left it looking for refuge. Not to mention the damage that's happened here in Skyrim. Just the other day there was a massacre in Morthal and nobody was left alive. Not even the Jarl. 

"Well, looks like we're here. Vilkas, promise me now that you won't freak out and try to kill all of the other assassins," mother glances at father. "Including Veezara. Actually, especially Veezara. Swear it now-"

Father raises his hands. "I swear I will not murder my son-in-law just because I don't like him,"

"Thank you," mother says sincerely.

"I like Veezara," Sofie pipes up.

I roll my eyes at her, not caring if she sees. Sofie is nice enough but she's really just a burden on us all. She can't smith, fight, cook or even sweep a floor. She usually just sits in Jorrvaskr, bats her eyelashes at people and looks pretty. I can tell mother is regretting adopting her and will probably pack her off to Raven Rock to live with one of her friends there. She always threatens to send us there if we get on her nerves. 

I'm the only one that Maryse told the password to the Sanctuary. I don't quite get why Maryse chose me but I don't want to question her judgement. I mean, the old Night Mother/Sithis's wife talks to her everyday. Maryse knows people's secrets before they know their own secrets. 

I whisper the password and the door slowly creaks open. 

"I never imagined my life being this way," father sighs and I briefly feel sorry for him. I'm sure all he wanted was a nice little Nord wife, some sons to follow in his footsteps and then retire on a nice big farm when he got old. Instead, he's got a Dragonborn wife, a war against Oblivion to deal with, his daughter being an assassin and an Argonian for a son-in-law.