❝ 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 TWO
THE CURIOSITY SHOP.
TO THE COMMON FOLK IN LONDON, the abandoned clock tower in the Whitechapel district was simply as it was- just another structure amongst many others in the ever busy city. Scarlett Dalager, however, saw it as her hideout, a place she had made a stronghold of sorts. Formerly, it had been an Assassin bureau, Upon researching about it a few years ago, she discovered that it had formerly been one of the Assassin bureaus, until the Templars took control and reduced it to ruin. Needless to say, there was no hesitation in her mind when she paid the former owner for the piece of land and signed it under an alias name. It has been one of her hideouts ever since.
The redhead had decided to take a quick stop at the clock tower before going to meet Henry. Much to her surprise, as she walked up to the secret back entrance that led to the lift, a man stood by the sign that said "PRIVATE PROPERTY". He wore the purple uniform of a street gang known as the Hallows, and the sight of it made her grimace. As soon as she was spotted, the Hallow took off the cap on his head.
"B-boss!" He stuttered out nervously as she stopped infront of him with hands on either side of her hips. "Glad- glad to have you back!"
"Spare me the pleasantries." Scarlett replied without a hint of amusement to her voice. "What does my father and brother want this time?"
Ambrose Dalager- it was a name known throughout the streets of London for his infamous criminal acts and his notorious gang known as the Hallows. He may have been the only man to equal Maxwell Roth's control and his Blighters. With his son, Nikolai, as his right hand, they were almost unstoppable.
When Scarlett returned to London and soon reunited with her formerly estranged father and brother when Ambrose barged into the Lestrange house one afternoon, she had discovered his true line of work. It was why her mother had called him a man with a habit for curious businesses.
At one point, the redhead had even joined her father's ranks and stood at his side opposite her brother, but those days were long gone. It was against the teachings of the Creed to help in the advancement of any potentially growing empire.
"I-I was sent by Ambrose, ma'am. Your father." The Hallow spoke, occasionally glancing at her gauntlets as if he feared her to trigger them. "He simply wished- well, ordered, really- for me to tell you-"
"Spit it out, lad." Scarlett, admittedly, had grown impatient, especially when there was still so much she needed to be done. She wasn't very fond of her father, nor did she like to be kept from important business. Henry would not be pleased if she was to be late for their meeting.
Before the fumbling Hallow could finish, an all too familiar voice behind the Assassin suddenly spoke, "Congratulations, little sister, you've just signed your death by returning to London."
An amused scoff left Scarlett's lips as she turned around. She would know that voice anywhere, much to her dismay. "A ray of sunshine as always, brother dearest." Sarcasm practically dripped from her words, but her older sibling simply laughed.
