❝ you, jacob frye, are either as mad as the devil or the most dauntless man i have ever met... and I love you more than the stars for it. ❞
NOTHING IS TRUE. EVERYTHING IS PERMITTED. Love is rarely found amongst war, and London is a Te...
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CHAPTER ONE THE HOODED REDHEAD.
CHAOS THRIVED IN THE STREES OF LONDON, especially in the alleys' shadows and even in in the places least expected. No corner of the infamous city was safe from the mayhem in caused by crime and tyranny, and yet there were still a few who fought for the light that still remained. Many called it an fight kept alive by fools, but no cause is lost if there is but one fool left to fight for it.
There was a certain orphan who lived somewhere within the silhouettes of the towering buildings, the only living daughter of Genevieve Dalager ( nee Lestrange ) and Ambrose Dalager. She was what came from the love of ai Master Assassin and a man who involved himself in dangerous businesses. With her father having left with her brother when she was too young to remember him clearly, it used to be only her and her mother, but even she was taken by Death. After her murder and fire that burned down their house in Crawley when she barely turned fourteen years old, she left nothing to her child but her legacy and fleeting memories.
It was then her Mikael Lestrange and his wife Hermione, along with their two children, Alphard and Klaus, took her into their home, and she returned to the place where she was born. London, during its greatest age filled with science and innovation.
Ever since she was young, she has been trained under one Creed just as her family has been for centuries. Nothing is true, and everything is permitted. However, there was one thing she has never forgotten, and that was what the Templars had taken from her. They continue to take from many other innocents in the name of a false belief.
Scarlett Dalager was a woman who was often described as half-goddess and half-hell. She can move as stealthily as a shade, and has earned her reputation as one of the deadliest Assassins in the Brotherhood. Her hair was as red as blood and her eyes were cerulean blue with a devilish hint in them. Many have called her quick witted as she was cunning. Anyone would be foolish to cross her, or her blade.
The Assassin had been gone from London for a year, after having gone to France to help her older cousin Alphard with a few disputes in Paris, and her Aunt Hermione had fallen ill. Scarlett sat in one of the chairs of the train's middle car, reading a letter in her hand. It had been delivered to her at dawn yesterday, and was signed by a close friend of hers named Henry Green- the only other Assassin who watched over the city along with her.
While her Uncle Mikael often told her that there was no use rescuing London, neither she nor Henry seemed keen to give up. Her cousins had all moved on, with Alphard in France and Klaus in Scotland, the redhead continued her work in England. After all, one never gives up on home, nor do they stray away from a challenge. There was one particular challenge, however, that was difficult to defeat. It went by the name of Crawford Starrick.
"My dear Scarlett,
Our worst fears have come true. The situation in London is far graver than ever. Starrick has taken control of most of the city, and this great empire's fall has finally come. The Templars pollute every street, and the Blighters you despise seem to increase dreadfully in number. I understand you left to assist your cousin and the Brotherhood with the matters in France, and I do hope things are well there, but I implore you to return home. With the Templars' control strengthening with every passing eve, I know not who I can trust. London needs you. Write to me as soon as you can.
