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[h2][color=#1D7CF2][b][i]Hassan i-Sabbah[/i][/b][/color][/h2]

[h2][color=#1D7CF2][b][i]"Hand me thy head."[/i][/b][/color][/h2]

[h3]???[/h3][/center]

There once was a girl who had turned weak after holding the hand of a general who did not die from her touch. A fleeting happiness befalls her, her sense of duty and oath to her Assassin's Creed fading away with each fleeting moment. Now she didn't want to kill him, she felt like spending an eternity with him.

[color=mediumslateblue][i]A path to killing could end here.

A path to endless bloodshed through a facade of fake emotions fabricated by this pretty little flower.

A poison ivy in a desert that does her job like a machine.

Yes. Finally, she had found someone who could indulge in her, someone who wouldn't die.

However like all fleeting moments. They happen in a single blink.[/i][/color]

The girl finds herself floating in the void. She didn't know what happened, it was all too fast. It was almost as if she heard the evening bell before taking one measly blink of her teary eyes... then it happened. She heard the one voice all familiar to her, a voice that even those training as for the one seat would fear if they took their teachings too easily. The title and leader of the Assassins: 

[center][color=#1D7CF2][b][i]The First Hassan i-Sabbah: The Great Founder[/i][/b][/color][/center]

[color=#1D7CF2]"You have strayed from the Path. Poison Girl. What do you hope to achieve?[/color]

[color=mediumslateblue]"...I believed I had a chance at a normal life... to touch someone without dying is a relief to me.[/color]

[color=#1D7CF2]"So you have become more vocal and in turn gained emotions considered a degradation to Our Creed. Do you truly believe there's happiness at the end? What if he dies? What becomes of your family? What if they cannot resist your touch and die in the same way?"[/color]

[color=mediumslateblue]"I...[/color]

[color=#1D7CF2]"You have discarded your name and your entire identity so that you may become one of us and take the seat as my replacement. It seems I was wrong. Like others before you who have succumbed to desire and emotion, you are not to fit to lead.[/color]

[color=mediumslateblue]"I apologize, Great Founder."[/color]

[color=#1d7CF2]"I have granted you the mercy of a quick and painless death. Like your title, I hope a Serenity awaits you in the next life.[/color]

The girl sighs softly, the very image of the imposing Hassan disappearing before her like a memory... all she could do now... is close her eyes.

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[h2][i][b][color=mediumslateblue]Hassan i-Sabbah?[/color][/b][/i][/h2]

[h2][i][b][color=mediumslateblue]"S I K E  Y O U  T H O U G H T"[/color][/b][/i][/h2]

[h3]Abandoned Shipping Warehouse, Harbor[/h3][/center]

The girl awakens to the sound and smell of seawater, a pillar of mana bursting from the circle Walter had set up around this slightly dusty, abandoned warehouse. She stares up, down, left, right. Looking for a sign of life, the food and objects didn't matter. She was summoned as an Assassin-Class Servant and her eyes trail down towards Walter with an indifferent, neutral frown.

[color=mediumslateblue]"You have summoned Hassan i-Sabbah. Assassin. All of your orders will be followed to the letter."[/color] Such diligence and loyalty! Although she kinda smells like a rotting corpse. [u][b]Perhaps Walter shouldn't go too near.[/b][/u]

[@Scallop]