Delsin heard a knock on his door. "Delsin dear, can you come here a moment?" Abbie called out from behind the door. Delsin woke up with a groan, and looked around the room he was in. It wouldn't win any awards in hygiene, but it wasn't too bad. Must want me downstairs. He headed out of his room and went downs, and sure enough there she was sitting alone at a table of two. Delsin pulled out the chair and sat himself in it, looking at her expectantly.
"So?" She asks. "So?" Delsin asks back, raising an eyebrow. "I think we've been on 'break', and I use that term loosely, too long. Its time to head home Delsin." She said this to him and watched as he sighed and stood up, clearly wishing they didn't have to go back. "Lets go then." He said. She was surprised at his quick obligation, he was normally quick to argue, maybe he had wanted to leave all along. The pair left the inn, and went back to the life of work. Delsin preferred the short two week 'vacation' over all the killing he constantly did, it wasn't that he didn't enjoy killing, but the break had been simultaneously relaxing and thrilling in its own separate ways.
They headed back to their sanctuary in Cheydenhall, and arrived in less than a week. The trip was tedious, but they made it. No sooner after walking right into the black door he was greeted by his fellow brothers and sisters, who undoubtedly missed him. They spoke a long time, about contracts, personal life, and for some personal problems. They were a very tight knit family, and there was no competition among ranks. The dark brotherhood was dying, as far as he knew there were only 3 sanctuaries left. And they hadn't heard from the third in a long time.
Abbie, his speaker, set him on another contract that afternoon. Delsin would leave early the next morning. Business as usual. Delsin left the sanctuary and walked through the streets, he always liked being up early. He liked the feel of the cold air against his face, and the dew on the grass was different.
He traveled to his target, all the way down near Kvatch. He could see the booming city in the distance, its almost hard to believe it was reduced to near nothing but rubble 300 years ago. His target was a man who went by "Sven Ashby", a middle aged man who must of pissed off the wrong people.
The man lived on a farm outside of Kvatch, you could hear the noises of the bustling city coming over the walls from where he lived. Delsin walked over casually and unsuspicious like, until he was stopped by a young girl barely out of her teens.
"Uh excuse me sir.." She said nervously. He turned to her, "May I help you?" Delsin asked . "No, I was just wondering if you could talk to me..." The girl said, looking up at his eyes the and then to the ground, repeating this process. Delsin noticed her eye was healing from a bruise, and from what you could see of her chest was lightly bruised as well, healing. "I'm actually busy, sorry." He said, pointing off in the direction he was about to go. He felt a little mean, and a little awkward. "Oh, sorry.. That's okay.." She just started walking off the direction behind him.
Without looking back at her, he continued off to his targets house. He went through the farms, and all the way to the house part of the farm. Or so he called it. He was unnoticed, although he wasn't sneaking. Just walking up. He went around the back of the building, and then to a side window. It seemed like no one but the target was home.
He walked around his home performing menial tasks, and Delsin waited an hour to see if anyone would arrive. 'This'll be quick' Delsin thought. Delsin went back around to the door, stepping onto the porch and knocking the door. A few seconds later the farmer answered the door. "Hey lad, can I help you?"
He didn't seem like a bad guy, but he surely did something in his life to deserve death. Nonetheless, his end had come. Delsins dagger met the mans throat and Delsin pushed him back into the home with it, using his other arm to keep the man from falling. Delsin shut the door with his leg as the man was being murdered. He let the man drop, and made the house look like a break in. He gave evidence of a struggle, so assassins were not the suspects.
He rinsed off in the mans bath, just cleaning his hands and arms of any blood splatter, then emptying the bath all over the floor. The way the blood just came off in the water and didn't mix in with it kind of amazed him, but he soon left the building. He heard a scream about 2 farms away, 'Couldn't be for me, could it?' He took off into the crops. He ran through the field of produce, jumped the fence and ran through the next one before he came upon a bunch of townspeople surrounding one small farm.
He walked through the gates and went to investigate, the townspeople dispersing as the guards walked out holding a young woman in their arms. Barely out of her teens. It was her. He watched with horror as they took her away, her wrists were still bleeding. They had placed some kind of cloth or rag around them. 'How thoughtful' He thought sarcastically.
As he walked back to home, he couldn't help but feel guilty for the suicide. What if he had just talked to her? He could have sorted through he suicidal thoughts. She would still be alive. He may have even been able to look after her in the sanctuary and train her to be an assassin, while admitting he was only 2 or 3 years older than her.
Then it hit him. He can kill with minimal to no remorse, but a suicide bothers him? 'I should have known!' He thought angrily, his pace quickening. He could have saved a life, he could have made a difference.
He arrived to Cheydenhall 6 and a half days later, and there was panic in the streets. "I heard one of them ran out burning, waving their arms around like a madman. The body is still there." Delsin wondered what was going on, when he could see that the abandoned home that had been his shelter no longer was a safe haven. It was on fire, guards standing around it, albeit a safe distance back. He watched it crumbled down as a heap of ashes and embers were rushed into the air.
He looked in worry and horror, his home, his friends, his family. "No..." He walked closer, in behind the guards. "No, No..." He pushed past the guards and ran through to the well, which was smoking. He jumped in and climbed the ladder down with smoke filling his lungs. He waded through the sanctuary unable to see very far, using his shirt to cover his mouth and nose. He made it through to the bottom floor where there was minimal smoke and he could breath clearly through the shirt.
Blood everywhere. Bodies everywhere. 3 bodies were spread out around the floor, town guard, town guard, Penitus Oculatus. Penitus Oculatus. What were they doing here... On his way out he nearly stumbled over a body, burned and charred. Hadn't been wearing armour. It was one of his family and he'd never know who. When he left the guards had dispersed, if they noticed him run into the well, which was likely, they thought the smoke killed him.
As he climbed out of the well he saw the body of his dear sister Natasha. She wasn't burned, just lying there in blood soaked clothes. The architecture of the building allowed a corner at the back so if she leaned back or to the right she'd be leaning against a wall. She looked peaceful. She served Sithis in the void now. He held her body and hugged her, her blood imprinting off onto his clothes, unable to keep back from crying 'Like a baby', he thought. Because he knew that this was the last time, the last time he'd ever hold her again. Last time he'd see her face.
He buried two of the bodies he found, one was on fire but through the charred flesh he could tell it had been Alex, a dear brother to Delsin. He buried them both respectfully beside each other, and marked their graves with their chosen names. Alias. They were buried in a private location located near Leyawiin.
As he stood up from kneeling over their graves, the question of 'What now?' hit him. He could literally feel his heart hurt, and he didn't know what to do. He had no purpose outside of the sanctuary. A few weeks went by, and he soon discovered he was being hunted. He fled to Skyrim, unable to ward off the ever growing Penitus Oculatus. He spent his time in a small town known as Falkreath for a few days, then made his way all the way up to Morthal, staying everywhere in between.
Life had no meaning now, his beloved Abbie was dead. Natasha was dead. Alex was dead. Everyone was dead. As he walked into this gorgeous corpse of a town he decided he'd stay here, find a useless job and try to move on. Sithis, however, had a different plan.