Thread: Sweet Mother, Sweet Mother... (N7biotic // how_is_you)

Avecius listened to the woman almost mockingly note of his newly awakened state, gritting his teeth as she hopped off of the bookshelf and walked towards him. Guessing she was an assassin for the Dark Brotherhood by now, he could take a guess and say that the strides she was taking were to entice him. He didn't quite know why she was trying to entice him so, he was already here, and though he was on guard, it was surely justified in her mind. After all, he had been kidnapped. He listened to her speak and could feel the cold, cold metal of her dagger on his cheek. Death didn't scare him, and as often as he could he kept unwavering eye contact with her. He wanted to demonstrate his lack of fear, the Dark Brotherhood name not even keeping him from being him. They weren't too harmful if they wanted him dead, then he would be dead already more than likely. When the dark elf told him that he was being considered to join the Brotherhood, however, Avecius' interest was piqued. While he never saw himself as such a person, it would definitely cater to his tastes. He was oddly attracted to killing, and while their acts were still illegal, at least he would have a group to fall back on and likely a place to lay low if it came to it. Then she went around his back, and he felt the wetness of what he could only assume was a tongue trailing up his neck to his ear, and heard her personal offer being added to the mix. He raised his eyebrows, not even bothering to try and turn to see her face. He knew that she would have it hidden before he could see, and watched as she walked in front of him. He looked at the three persons on their knees in front of him, his eyes looking over each of them equally. He felt a blood lust fill his form, one that he had not felt in quite some time, his irises flashing in an almost carnal way as he eyed his potential victims. Gently, without trying to startle her, he took the dagger from his captor's hand and walked towards the three victims he was able to choose from. Two men and a women, with one of the three having the tail of an Argonian. He continued to walk, not hiding his footsteps, causing the captives to whimper more, and Avecius could swear he could hear gently sobbing from the male who wasn't Argonian. He walked behind the three, seeing their hands bound behind their backs, and walked up to the lizard, placing the blade against it's neck and pulling it horizontally. Gurgles were heard from him, as the Imperial gently set the man to the floor on his stomach, the red blood pooling. The woman could hear this gurgling, and she started to sob as well. Walking behind her, a similar motion was made, and a yell was let out into the shack as the final victim heard the death gurgles of the female. After setting the female on her stomach on the floor similar to the Argonian, Avecius could hear the third man begging his mysterious reaper for his life, promising women, septims, and land. Avecius did not reply, slitting his throat like the rest and setting him on his front. Enough time had passed for the two previous pools of blood to bleed into one larger pool, and the final slit throat was quickly growing to join them. He walked back to the dark elf, holding the blade of the dagger and lifting the handle up to her. In his deep voice, he asked one simple question. Satisfied?