It is sad that the only way it seems I will finish this is if I re-do the entire thing. Re-reading early chapters is just painful, and the only way to get me inspired again is to start back at the beginning. I've probably lost most of my old readers, but perhaps I will find a few new ones as well.

A warning though…. Before I get an excessive amount of hits on certain chapters of this story, haha.

This is not the typical Dark Brotherhood fan fiction. There is no fawning over Lucien Lachance. There is no lusting after Vicente. Yes, they are both in this story, for canon relevance. Yes, there is a hinting at a "romance" plot dealing with Lucien, but it is not happy, and is minor at best - how it should be. What is displayed is the shambles of something that would never be, a theme that I emphasize much. Remember that. Lucien remains in character to the best I can write him, for why would Lucien really bother with that thing called "romance" anyway, when love ultimately does not exist in the void. Sithis would not approve.

This is a story about fate. This is a story about loss, and how in the end we are all pieces of a puzzle that ultimately ends in death.

This is a story about how the Daedric Princes always win.

Change leaves nothing the same in its wake.

Enjoy.

Oh, and if you have no idea who these "Morrowind" folk are, look them up for your own Elder Scrolls good. It might help you figure out the plot of the next one, for all you know. Or give you new people to fawn over and write excessive fan fiction over.

Disclaimer: I do not own Elder Scrolls and any of its canon characters. I am not affiliated with Bethesda. I write this story for no profit. Random legalese.

"A Crimson Conspiracy"

Set in 3E 430, before the murder of Uriel Septim VII, the Dark Brotherhood is as it had been before the mass chaos spurred by the traitor Mathieu Bellamont and before the destruction of the Black Hand. With the disappearance of Eno Hlaalu from the Morag Tong of Morrowind, the Black Hand has decided that the time is right for the ultimate destruction of their long-time enemies and rivals. It has been rumored that the Nerevarine of Morrowind had taken Eno's place, but the Black Hand has deemed it of no importance. With the defeat at Red Mountain and the death of Almalexia and Sotha Sil, the Nerevarine has disappeared, whisked away to the lands of Akavir. The taking of Vivec by the Daedra and the burden that has been placed upon the Morag Tong has left the country and province of Morrowind in tides of Chaos.

And Chaos… is the Dark Brotherhood's true calling.

Destruction is nigh.

And destiny awaits.