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It was the groan that hurt him the most…

Pilerius looked over his shoulder as he wandered over to the door of his bedroom, picking up on the satisfied groan of his lover as she felt around the bed for him, in her sleep. The Breton didn’t find him; he had vacated his bed some time ago as he thought things through. He had left several hours ago before he had sat in the corner of the room, sighing heavily and rubbing his temples with his thumb of forth finger.

   He couldn’t do this anymore… The murdering, the dark rituals, living like a machine, without a soul and expecting to just carry on, regardless of his troubles. Even his lover had little no feelings for him, their relationship was purely a physical one and the only times that she would talk to him was when she wished to throw him a few compliments, so that they could lay together. It was getting to be the point that she was using him a lot more than he was using her.

The Argonian didn’t want this anymore, sure, he had ‘family’ here but Caius didn’t look at him fondly. There was no respect for him in that old man’s gaze, just a form of resentment or pity, any mistakes would likely be Pilerius’ last and then some other blood thirsty killer would take his place.

He had, had enough…

Pilerius pulled himself to his feet as he shuffled over to the door, looking back one last time as he heard the sounds of the sheets rustling and saw the happy grin on the Breton girl’s face. He sighed, heavily as he looked away, hanging his head and shaking it as he opened his bedroom door, for the final time.

He wandered through the sanctuary, getting the occasional glance from his ‘brothers’ but none of them dared to question why he was up at this hour. Even he would come and go, regularly, so it wasn’t so much of a surprise when he opened the secret entrance, to the well above them. Climbing up the ladder and slipping out, through the grate…

The Blue Argonian landed in the street above before locking the grate behind him and walking away, he had put on some less conspicuous clothes, as his Dark Brotherhood robes would give him away to a number of people, inside and outside of the organisation.

The Blue Argonian stepped out of the gates of Cheydinhal for the last time, ready to begin again and find his fortune.