Another fanfic for the 100 prompts challenge! This one is based on the word "Red (As you can guess). This is build around historical facts, everything except the death of Juuan Borgia (Cesare's older brother, although that is debated). Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Assassins Creed or any of the historical characters mentioned here

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"Our love is red, red, like the colour of blood, like the colour of war and sin" I muttered. I grabbed more tightly the sword that was held on my belt, as I walked through the streets of Rome. It was the 14th of June 1497. It was another day when I would fulfil the orders of my master, best friend and lover. I walked, going towards the place where I knew that Juan Borgia, an obstacle between Cesare and power, would be, waiting for someone, along with some servants. He soon came into my sight. He was just beside the river Tiber, how opportune. "Juan!" I shouted, making him looka t me. He look scared at first of seeing me, did he suspect something? "Micheletto" he said, as if spitting my name. His servants also looked at me. I went towards them, passing my hand on their cheeks. "Butcher" Juan then said "What brings you here?" He asked. I smiled, no grinned. "I think you already know" I said with that evil smile. He frowned, not happy with my answer. "You won't succeed" He said. I grinned again. "I already have" I replied, as the bodies of his four servants fell to the floor, dead. He was surprised. "Help! Help!" He shouted. "No one will help you" I said, as I got out my sword. "No one comes here, that is, after all, why you chose this place" I said. "Butcher" He said, spitting out my name with disgust. "I will fulfil cesare's orders. I will always do" I said, as I cut his ehad off. He didn't react, jus tlike his servants did to the strong poison I had given them. He fell dead on the floor. I got his body, and quickly threw it into the river, not bothering to get the money that he was carrying. I went away quickly. "Our love is read like passion, red like love, red like passion, red like courage and liberation" I muttered, as I went away.