Blackfeather Woods The Fool and the Queen

She smiled, a laugh gently escaping her lips. This Akela was amusing, a jokester in his own, somewhat dark way. Most people like him laughed and cracked jokes to escape something in their pasts; others just did it to lighten the mood. Regardless, he was one of the few to make her genuinely laugh. That put him in high regards in terms of wolves she hanged out with.

"We are part of a larger religion, those who worship the Daedric Gods. The Dark Brotherhood are those who worship the Daedric Goddess Mephala, the Night Mother, the Spider Queen, the Webspinner, a whole host of titles. She is the Goddess of Sex, Murder, Secrets and Plots. Assassination and Espionage, to put it simply." She recounted to him what she was taught as a child, years and years ago. It was the simplest way to put things, for the Goddess had many, many mysteries. She was the Goddess of Secrets, after all. "Her consort is Sithis, the Dread-Father, the Void itself. The Void is where we are said to go when we die, though I hear it is not as bleak as it sounds." She was taught that it was dark, yes, but full of hidden, delightful things to entertain the followers of Mephala and Sithis in eternity. What they were, no one knew until they died and joined the ranks of the Dark Brotherhood by Sithis' side. "We're a cult and a business. Dark Siblings kill for profit, as well as to please our gods. I doubt you could call it glory, but for sadism? Perhaps. You would have to be a little sadistic to kill for a living." Mad, even. She has seen many of her Dark Siblings descend into Sheogorath's embrace as they went on, a rare few flying out into a rage when their spiral went so deep that they were unrecoverable. She had once been at the mercy of one of those wolves. Frightening experience, that.