The Kill - Chapter 1: The End

If anyone dared to enter Bravil in the dead of night, they would’ve seen a gruesome sight. There were bodies everywhere in the rain and mud. Never has the Dark Brotherhood witnessed a slaughter like this. Guards, Speakers, and their Silencers lay dead on the streets. There were no citizens out at this time, and they were likely indoors, locked, from all the fighting going on a few minutes ago. The rain washed away the blood, possibly running off into Bravil’s sewage. Lucien, Risotto, and others panted through their masks.


“I sense we killed all the guards and the traitor,” the Dark Elf named Risotto Nero said. “The only people I see with my spell are civilians cowering in their homes.”

They looked at Mathieu’s body. Lucien walked towards his corpse and decapitated him.

“Like mother, like son,” the Imperial commented, tossing his head into the sewage. He sighed and walked towards the Listener’s dead body.

“Lucien,” whispered a woman’s voice in his head. His head turned to the Lucky Lady statue. He approached it. “Ungolim was weak. I knew about the traitor’s existence. Go now and bury your brothers and sister who died. Cioccolata, Risotto, Ghiaccio, and Vicente shall serve as new Speakers.”

“What now?” Risotto asked.

“We rebuild,” he answered. “The Night Mother has spoken to me. I am to be the new Listener. Risotto, Cioccolata, Ghiaccio, and Vicente, you four are now Speakers of the Dark Brotherhood.”

“Then we get Silencers?” Cioccolata asked, looking at his Khajiit companion, Secco.

“Yes,” Lucien answered. “You all–”

“Then I’ll take Secco,” Cioccolata interrupted.

“What about me?” said the High Elf, Ghiaccio. “I want Melone as my Silencer.”

“Dear brothers, what do you say,” Lucien spoke to the two who were called.

Secco nodded quickly. Although they couldn’t see his covered face, Melone smiled and said, “Of course, I’ll be your Silencer, Ghiaccio.” The lilac-haired Imperial winked at him. The blue-haired High Elf blushed, although nobody could tell from his mask.

“Let’s just go,” Ghiaccio turned around and said.

“Before you go,” Lucien said, “the Night Mother has a task for you.”

The Listener whispered his task to Ghiaccio, and he and his Silencer left. And then he spoke to Cioccolata, and he and his Silencer left.

“Lucien,” Vicente said, “I thought about having a Silencer. His name is Illuso.”

“Not yet,” Lucien replied.

“What about me?” Risotto spoke. “I would like Prosciutto to be my Silencer.”

“Not yet. Both of those people are Executioners. So far, nobody can replace them.”

“Fugo could replace them,” Vicente added.

“He has quite a temper,” Risotto commented.

“We shall see,” Lucien said. “For now, Vicente, there are plenty of vampire recruits to send into Deepscorn Hollow. Risotto, you have one person to recruit who lives here in Bravil. His name is Pesci.”

“Prosciutto’s half-brother?” spoke the Dark Elf. “Interesting…”