From Painful to Painless

Prologue

"Sweetie? Are you there?"

The calm, affectionate voice came from the stunningly beautiful lady. Her black curly tresses softly bounced around her petite face to her waist, the plain white sundress wafting around her. She never thought that in her line of work, she would actually get married. Right now the setting sun gently glared across the open waters of Bora Bora and through the glass sliding doors of the honeymoon hut. It was also thanks to her line of work that she would be able to live luxuriously for the rest of her life. She turned the corner into the lounge area, she would have blushed at the thought of what they had done in that area a few hours ago if it wasn't what was now currently taking place in it. Thanks to the twenty years of her expertise, her emerald orbs nor her face showed the inner turmoil she was currently experiencing from the sight in front of her.

Sadness...pain...anger...wrath.

Before she could run to her dying, newly-wed husband, she was knocked down to the floor. All she could see was her husband, pierced through his limbs against the far wall with blood surrounding him on the floor and on the wall.

"Oh you got married." A man kneeled in front of her with a mocking voice. "Congratulations."

Without even saying any words, the emerald-eyed woman spat at his face. A shadow of a smirk on her face.

The sun glinted off the red cross that hang around the man's neck as he stood up, wiped off the spit with a handkerchief before viciously kicking the woman in the stomach. She was flipped due to the force, hitting the wall before miserably tumbling to the ground. It was a pity that the woman deemed as the greatest assassin was kicked around like garbage. The man stared at her back, slowly approaching.

"I find it hilarious that after stealing the Pearl of Eternal Life, and being at the top of the Templar's blacklist, you actually thought you could live a normal life." The man laughed out viciously, before picking up the woman by the neck and slamming her against the wall. "Tell me where the pearl is, Alexandra."

The woman named Alexandra smirked at him, even as she felt her life force slipping away slowly. "You'll never get your filthy hands on that pearl. The only thing you'll be getting is my curse on you."

The man laughed. "I don't believe in curses woman."

A smile crept on Alexandra's face. "I, Alexandra Elise Rutherford, curse you and the rest of your generation. Your bloodline will suffer the pain I felt today a thousandfold. You will regret killing my husband."

And that was all. For a cold steel blade had pierced the beautiful woman's heart.

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Hello! Author-chan here!

I've been recently inspired into writing this story, it's not a full fanfic of assassin's creed. But there are some characters thrown in this. You'll see later.

Anyway, thank you for giving this story a chance and I hope you'll stick around :)

Love, aya-chan <3