The Dark Brotherhood Family (a Skyrim Elder Scrolls V fanfiction)

Breathless, I took in the gothic style castle, it was built of worn, old stone, and showed that peculiar symbols had been carved into the slabs, barely noticeable as the ocean waves battered the walls. The castle was tall and large, yet had no visible windows, and there were no guards patrolling the battlements, eventhough it was night, the best time for someone to infiltrate.

As I absorbed the sheer beauty of the castle, I decided that climbing the walls would be the best course of action, attacking from above would give me the element of surprise, which is perfect in order for me to collect what I came for. I adjusted the bow on my back until it was in a comfortable position, and began to find the natural hand and feet holes kindly provided by the crumbling wall. I put my right foot on a rotten peg jutting from the wall, made to hold the battlements together, as I lifted my left foot, leaning all my weight (which is not that much, might I add) on my right side, and the peg, the pressure became too much, and it snapped. Though I expected this outcome and I slipped an arrow from it's quiver and, with unimaginable strength, drove it deep into the wall, as it started to splinter, I swung myself to find hold of another part of the wall, and I grabbed a hole just large enough for both my hands to fit in, and my feet found purchase below it.

I looked down over my shoulder and watched the falling pieces of wood and let out a relieved sigh, before continuing up to the ramparts. As I reached the top, I looked out over the view, misty and desolate, save for a few hazy outlines of ships in the near distance. I found a trapdoor and with pulled it open with a light brown leathered glove, specifically designed for archery. I lowered myself into the dimly lit corridor and dropped silently onto the stone floor.

Then there were voices, approaching me fast, I bolted to a nearby broom closet, drawing my knife from it's position on my thigh and readying my other hand on it's twin, strapped to my other thigh, fully prepared to use them if needed, I watched them pass. Three men, clad in black uniforms much like the Thieves Guild, but I knew from experience that they weren't.

When I could no longer hear their footsteps, I emerged and crept down the opposite corridor from where they went, following the winding path until I came across a balcony overlooking a dome ceilinged room, there was a crowd of people in the room, all in baggy, black attire, except for one, supposedly the leader, he had a black trenchcoat that ended at his ankles, a black tee and trousers, but the difference was that he had a red sash that went across his chest.

"Today, we honor Sithis, by killing this lowlife before his shrine!" he shouted to the small congregation of 'worshippers', his deep voice reverberated around the room and his words made my skin crawl, I was starting to deteste this man. I fastened my cloak and let it fall to the ground, then swapped my archery gloves for my shrouded pair, and then for the finishing touch, I used my bizarre ability to change my eye colour red.

Smirking, I climbed over the railing, dropping down, making sure the sound was heard, my smirk changed to a grin when the heads in the crowd wiped round to face me, looking like deer caught in headlights. I approached the shrine, and, upon closer inspection, found that it was indeed a shrine to Sithis.
"Who are you?" The leader demanded, "How did you get in here?" My smile got even wider at the whimper in his voice. Pathetic.

"I think you know who I am," I answered, in a low, threatening tone, but it was loud enough for our audience to hear. Good, I wanted them to hear.
"and as for how I got in here? A lie, my brother." I told him the answer to the sanctuary door's question, 'What is innocence?'. Watching him shrink away in fear, I drew my dagger, The Blade of Woe, from it's sheath laid across my back, then plunged the blade into his chest, purposely missing his heart, but puncturing his lung.

Ignoring the sound of the man choking on the floor behind me, I turned and spoke in a loud clear voice,
"This man is a bad example, and as I am the current Dark Brotherhood's leader, I found it my duty to put him down myself" I paused waiting for the information to sink in before continuing,
"All of those that stand before me are bad examples," seven of the thirty people in the room whimpered,
"most of you don't deserve to die quick deaths," nine stiffened,
"some of you tortured in the cruelist, most painful ways." ten eyes widened, ... and four remained unphased, unafraid, defiant.

I pointed at two, one was a small, pale imperial, with blonde hair that framed her face, the other was a tall high elf, who had an air of authority around him.
"Come here" I growled, both walked towards me the female had a stoic expression yet her eyes held respect, but the elf dared to look down on me in a sneering manner. I motioned for them to stand near the dead leader's feet. Then looked toward the supposed sacrifice, who was a Nordic male in his mid-twenties and held out my hand to him, hesitantly, he took it and stood, a look of caution in his eyes. Then positioned him to stand next to the Imperial, his brown hair fell into his face.

Then I pointed at a hooded female form in the back and she, obediently took her place next to the Nord, I turned to get and pushed off her hood, revealing a Snow Elf (A/N: Sorry, I couldn't resist!). The crowd gasped, and a feeling of relief overwhelmed my body, and I took a second to compose myself before standing behind them on the steps to make myself seen and taller.
"These are the only ones who are worthy to join my family, they have shown courage where you have not." I pushed a knife into the Nord man's hand, knowing he wouldn't have a weapon,
"Kill them" I whispered, so only my four chosen brothers and sisters would hear, and without hesitation, they strode forward with weapons drawn and started the blood bath.

New chapters coming soon :P