Chapter One: Finding the Assassins

"La mère de la révolution et de la criminalité est la pauvreté"*

This was said by a son of Athena hundreds of years ago. It drives me to remember my purpose here. My destiny, if you will. It is all about revolution, the force that drives us forward to a better future. I have seen my fair share of crime and poverty. The surface world is infested with death and mourning. The gods have gone too far, they have exceeded their power and have become tyrannical towards those that are too weak to help themselves. There must be an end to this madness. In a way, I am the beginning of this end. Who am I, you may ask?

I am Sebastian, son of Hades, and the one who will put Olympus through the guillotine to serve justice and to preserve sanity.

"You wished to see me father?" I asked as I entered the throne room of the lord of the underworld. I grew up in this scorching domain and have been training my whole life for one purpose and one purpose alone.

"It is time Sebastian," my father said simply as he stared at the hellfire blazing in the corner of the throne room. Clearly I inherited my tendency to brood from him because he was now contemplating something of importance as he stared deeply into the fireplace.

"I understand, sir. If I may ask, what makes this the opportune time?" I was curious as to father's change in plans. I had been training for the past eighteen years in anticipation of the right moment, but I was not expecting it to happen this soon.

"The country which Olympus has chosen to stay in is ripe with strife and bereavement. The minor gods are sick and tired of being treated like cattle, and the Olympians are living in luxury while all over the French countryside, the people starve. The commoners are almost at their wits end, and the northern wind gods are so upset that they have made this the coldest era in centuries. The air is rank with the aroma of rebellion. It is time for… revolution." Hades seemed to relish in the word as one might appreciate a fine wine.

"What must I do then, my lord?" I said with a hint of respect. I still had my black haired head turned towards the floor, but my glacial blue eyes were gleaming with anticipation. Hades then turned away from the fireplace to face me.

"You must do what every demigod seeking revolution would do… find the assassins."

Two months later, 1777 in Bourges, France

Third Person POV

The moon had just started to rise over the town of Bourges. This small, poor town was infested with poverty, and the governor of the village refused to do anything. This governor had just left town in his carriage and was headed toward his estate outside the city. Governor Jacques Cujas was a pompous man who thought he was too intelligent to concern himself with those who were intellectually inferior. He didn't even bother to look outside his carriage window as he passed through the land that he was supposed to be in charge of. If he had looked outside, he may have noticed a slight figure dashing across the tree line, trying to keep up with the horses. He moved with such grace, that he looked like a shadow flitting through the night.

The carriage finally made it back to the Cujas Estate and pulled through the courtyard and dropped the governor off at his estate's doors. Jacques Cujas was engrossed in his personal thoughts and was recalling bits of his journey through the town on Bourges. He snorted in disgust as he remembered the repulsive events on his somewhat pleasant journey. A tattered young boy had thrown himself against the side of one of his horses and tried to beg the governor for food. Jacques had then ordered his coachman to get rid of the filth and the boy had been whipped to the ground. Because of the way the boy fell, he landed right beneath the carriage and was immediately crushed beneath the wheels. The governor hadn't even stopped to hear the breaking of the boy's body or the wails of some grimy woman behind him. He was feeling regretful that his servants would have to clean up the mess later. The wheels may even have to be replaced because of the stains. The governor sneered in derision, such a waste of carefully crafted carriage wheels.

As Governor Jacques Cujas entered his house, he turned to one of his bodyguards and said,

"Tell my wife that I will be working in my study late tonight and she shouldn't wait for me." The guard then saluted to the governor in understanding.

"Oui, monsieur."

The governor then turned towards his study, oblivious to a figure hiding in the shadows, following him. Jacques entered his elaborate study and stood by his personal desk. This study is not what a traditional study would look like. It was more of a large library that happened to have a desk in it. There were legal papers and record books strewn all across the desk and law manuals stacked in a corner. Every piece of material was obviously old, but it was taken care of meticulously. Jacques then sat down in his high backed leather chair and used his lantern to light a solitary candle that cast eerie shadows across the walls. It was not enough light to reveal the entire room, only enough for one to examine a document closely.

Jacques then lifted his small spectacles to his pudgy face and commenced examining a report. His studies were interrupted by an unforeseen knife quickly pressed against his neck. Jacques was paralyzed in fear; his usually agile mind was crippled in terror, for he was not a man of action and preferred to order lesser men to fight for him.

"Don't turn around if you value your life," hissed an obviously male voice. Jacques could tell it was most likely an adolescent by the tone of his voice. This fact confused him because he had no idea how an unskilled, young man could sneak around his estate and catch him unawares.

"N-now don't be rash! I have money in my safe! I can show you wher-"

"Don't turn around I said! The only reason why your despicable hide is still alive is not because of your money, I need information," the young man whispered.

"I'll tell you anything you want!" the governor spluttered out in fear.

"I know you Templar demigods are planning something. Tell me where the plans are and I may let you live," The governor seemed to doubt the truth in the young man's words, but his qualms were silenced when the intruder pressed the knife deeper into the governor's skin, causing a trickle of blood to run down his neck.

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! Just let me reach on to my desk and retrieve them!" The governor shouted in desperation. The intruder grunted his assent to the governors proposed action. As the governor reached toward his desk, he suddenly jammed his hand on a bell that was clearly an alarm. Before the young man had time to react, Governor Jacque's personal demigod bodyguards burst through the doors and surrounded the intruder.

"Ha ha ha! Young assassin, did you really think I had no precautions set in place against such fools like yourself?" the governor laughed. His lark was less gleeful and more of a vindictive, sordid pleasure. He then lifted the hood off of his intruder to reveal a young man with blonde hair and gold eyes that were identical to the color of his hair. He was obviously a demigod, but his coloring was uncommon among sons and daughters of major gods. This young man was also clearly alone in his endeavors and the governor's stormy gray eyes gleamed with excitement at a new victim for him to belittle with his son of Athena intelligence.

"You came in here against a dozen highly trained demigod guards, with no real plan, and no one to save you now!"

"…That is not entirely true…" rasped out a deep voice that seemed to radiate from the very essence of the shadows.

Then suddenly, the candle was put out with a whoosh and everyone was swallowed in darkness.

One hour before

Sebastian's POV

It had taken me two whole months to find even a whisper of the assassins. I knew that they had been started by Nemesis, the goddess of revenge and balance, hundreds of years ago, but that was not much to go off of. I also knew that the order of assassins had the purpose to protect the people and the minor gods from tyranny. I had tracked down rumors all across the country, in search of any evidence that my father hadn't sent me on a fruitless endeavor.

I finally heard gossip in Bourges that a mysterious hooded man had been seen in a tavern. The servant girl who had seen the assassin had been fairly pretty and when I had found her, she practically threw herself at me and told me everything she knew. I was not used to such treatment.

I had heard that the assassin was staying in the inn in the middle of Bourges and I had set up watch across the street to see when he left for the night's activities. It was not until just after sundown that the young assassin left the inn.

I followed him for quite a while until I saw a commotion on the outskirts of town. The assassin obviously heard it too, for he turned to see what the matter was. When we turned around the street, we could see a woman holding a young boy in her arms and wailing into the night calling,

"Vous misérable sans cœur! Vous devrez payer pour la mort de mon fils précieux! Mon bébé! Non!"*

This young boy was evidently her child. I felt the boy's soul leave his body while being clutched in his mother's arms. I was greatly saddened at the unnecessary loss of life. I then noticed that there were bloody carriage tracks leading away from the crumpled boy. Someone had run over this child and had left him to die. I felt a wave of rage course through me and saw the shadows around me pulse with my absolute anger. The one responsible for this would die… slowly. I would also ensure that his soul was sent to the fields of punishment in my father's domain.

I then noticed that the young assassin's fists were also clenched in fury. He then picked up speed and followed the bloody tracks up the road leading away from the city. I followed him, keeping to the shadows. I kept up easily and stayed concealed in the darkness of the night.

When we reached the final destination of the carriage, I watched as a fat man dressed in finery step out into the courtyard. He reminded me of a dressed up pig, but his steely gray eyes revealed malicious intelligence. So this was the man who was the target of the assassin and now my target as well.

I melted into the shadows completely. There was only a crescent moon out, so there wasn't enough light for the guards to see me. I counted how many guards there were, and there appeared to be around a dozen of them. I noticed the aura of slight power coming from their souls, and I knew that they were demigods. I was especially careful sneaking around them, but because of my affinity for darkness, I easily went undetected.

I followed the assassin as he entered into a room off of one of the ornate corridors. It apparently was a study, but it was more like a library. Thankfully, it was a large room and was heavily shadowed, so it was easy for me to hide. I watched with fascination as the assassin sneaked behind the governor while he was engrossed in whatever document he was examining. The young man next took out a knife and held it against the fat man's throat. I couldn't hear what they were saying but I heard snippets of words such as: "Don't turn around… Despicable hide… Templar demigods… plans…" and such. I was confused by what I heard and I was looking forward to finding out in the future.

The fat man then suddenly reached out and hit an alarm bell. I could not believe that the assassin had been so foolish. Even I, who was not an officially trained killer, could tell that that was an alarm of some sort. I sighed in disappointment as the dozen demigod guards rushed into the study. I heard the man laugh and ridicule the young assassin. He then flipped back the man's hood revealing a peculiar boy.

I knew that the assassins were made up of the sons and daughters of minor gods, but I had never seen such unique coloration on a human before. He had light tan skin with a heavy set jaw. He was shorter than me, but obviously more muscular. His most striking feature was his determined gold eyes. In those eyes you could see a resolve to win at any cost. His hair, to my astonishment, was the same color as his eyes and was long but came only to just below his ears.

I then turned away from my calculative study of this man and heard the fat son of Athena say,

"You came in here against a dozen highly trained demigod guards, with no real plan, and no one to save you now!"

I inwardly laughed at this statement and decided that this was the perfect opening for me to reveal myself. I then used a unique way of shadow projecting my voice through every corner of darkness in the room. It was meant to send fear into those that heard it and break my adversaries' resolve.

"…That is not entirely true…"

I then sent in a wind and plunged the room into darkness. The guards stumbled around blindly because they could not see, but I could. I sprinted toward the first pair of demigods and cut them down with my black hidden blades.

I was trained to know exactly how to kill a man as painlessly or painfully as I desired. These demigods didn't deserve this fate, but because of me being the son of Hades, I could feel their deaths and it was supposed to be by my hand. I grabbed them by their necks and severed their spinal cords just beneath the skull, giving them one of the most painless deaths I could manage. I then whirled around and took out four other guards in a similar manner. I went to take out another guard, but to my surprise, I was blocked. I closely examined the guard and realized the man had red eyes. Great, a son of Ares who has the blessing of fighting, even in the dark.

The guard drew his sword and whipped it across my chest so fast that I barely had time to react. I leaned back to avoid the sword, but he was too fast. The sword caught on the material of my cloak and tore it through. Luckily it didn't touch skin, but that move was too close for comfort. I then faced the body guard with a steely sense of determination. I was going to give him a painless death, but his retaliation robbed himself of such a luxury. I decided to match his weapon by drawing my own swords.

The guard squinted at me and charged. He was clearly trying to get me to block his simple downward strike so he could pull back at the last second and strike at my exposed midsection. His plan would have worked, had I been an ordinary swordsman. Unfortunately for him, I was far from ordinary. Instead of meeting his blow, I simply used his momentum against him and allowed him to fall forward as I twisted to the side. Before he could recover, I flicked my wrist against the side of my opponent's blade causing his sword to fall to the floor. Instead of yielding or giving up, the body guard, in typical Ares fashion, attempted to punch the left side of my face. Once again, I noticed that he was merely brute force with little control. In order to beat him, I only needed to retaliate with controlled motions. As his punch neared my face, I twisted to the side, grabbed his wrist with one of my hands and snapped it to the side in a quick motion. Because of the man's already present momentum, all I needed to do was twist slightly and his wrist snapped like a twig. The bodyguard screamed in pain and fell to his knees in agony. I snorted at his pain. He thinks this is suffering? I then decided to give him a semi-painless death. Because his head was already at waist height, I just grabbed his head and quickly snapped it to the side, killing him almost instantly.

The duel had only lasted minutes, but to my cool and calculating mind, it lasted hours. I looked up to engage in the rest of my adversaries, only to find the assassin taking them out one by one. He wasn't nearly as fast as I had been, but it seemed that any fight that he actively engaged in, he could not lose. There were only two guards left and the assassin had yet to actively engage in either. The guards were darting around trying to avoid the blundering young man and get in quick cuts when they could. These two were probably sons of Hermes because they were incredibly light on their feet. The assassin was getting exhausted, so I jumped in to help him fight.

We moved in perfect synchrony, like a deadly dance. We stood, back to back, exchanging blows with the guards like we had been doing it our whole lives. I didn't need to warn him to duck when I did a sweeping blow around his left side in order to block a cheap shot from one of the guards. He simply bent like the wind was moving him, and I saved his skin. He then threw one of his knives at the guard's blade, disarming him. I quickly darted to him and slashed his throat open unceremoniously, leaving him to drown in his own blood. I quickly turned around to throw my own knife at the hand of the last guard, pinning him to the wall. The assassin used his hidden blade to stab the lone guard in the gut, ending the fight. We both stared at each other panting, golden eyes meeting icy blue. He then nodded towards the desk in the corner where we could hear sniveling and shaking coming from beneath it. I made a noise of disgust at such a despicable man who hid and let his men fall one by one.

I threw the desk to the side, causing all of his precious papers to crash to the floor. The fat man whimpered at the sight of his prized documents being dumped on the ground. I grabbed the pathetic creature by his collar and hauled him up into the air.

"Do you know what you have done? I don't know why this assassin cares so much about you, but I bet it is more than just the little boy that you killed today," I sneered at him. I hate bullies like this and was looking forward to seeing him pay for his sins.

"Do you see this knife?" I asked him as I held out my stygian iron blade for him to see. He nodded mutely at me.

"Do you know what it does?" before he could answer, I grabbed his wrist and made a small incision just within his forearm. Even though it was a small shallow cut, he screamed out in tortured agony.

"This is a special knife. It has the ability to draw the soul out of the body, sending straight to hell if it is a fatal blow. If it is even a tiny cut, well you know, it just feels like hell." I hissed out the last word and made another small cut closer to his face causing him to cry in anguish.

"I could do this all night if I wanted to. I know exactly what to avoid in order to keep you alive as long as I wish." I said with a note of pleasure. Being the son of Hades gave me a certain level of enjoyment at giving pain to those who deserve it.

"Now as much fun as that would be for me, I really want to wrap this up eventually. I would greatly appreciate it if you answered any question my friend may ask you. If you do this, then I will let you die," I said coldly. I knew from the sniveling man's face that my eyes reflected the merciless meaning behind my words.

I turned away from the husk of a man that had collapsed on the floor after I had released my hold on him. When my eyes met the assassin's I could only see a mixture of admiration and horror. He then wiped his expression blank and approached the man on the floor.

"…Now Governor Cujas, about the questions I was asking earlier…"

Fifteen minutes later

Sebastian's POV

When the assassin was done questioning the governor, he stood up and turned towards me.

"Well, I think that is all I will be able to get out of him," he said with an air of disappointment.

"Can I kill him now?" I asked, eager to wipe this swine off the face of the surface world.

"Yes, I suppose you can... what do you plan on doing to him?"

"Something special just for him…" I said carefully. I then focused my powers over the dead and found one soul that I was looking for in particular. I allowed the soul to rise from the underworld right in front of the broken governor.

It was the ghost of a young boy. He was barely clothed and had a sallow look in his face. In life, this ghost had undoubtedly been too starved for his age. He then turned to face the governor and said,

"You. You killed me. Did you even stop to look back? I and the rest of the people of this town have suffered so much at your hand. Why, why did you do this to me? To us? Why? WHY?!" The boy screamed at the governor.

"I DON'T KNOW!" the governor shouted back at the boy. He then turned away from the boy and continued to whimper,

"I don't know. I don't know… I don't know." He started to whimper uncontrollably. I looked at his soul only to see that it had been pushed past insanity. I had originally wanted to kill this man, but I felt that letting him live was an even worst punishment than anything my father could invent in his pits. I turned away from the shell that had once been a man and left the study.

The assassin followed me out into the corridor, a look of confusion on his face.

"I thought you wanted to kill him?"

"I realized that death would be too kind to him," I explained with a shrug. The young man nodded in understanding. He then seemed to think for a while then another look of confusion crossed his face and I knew that he had a few questions for me. Oh… joy.

"Thanks for saving me back there and everything but who are you?"

I paused to consider what to say to this young man. My father had instructed me to go undercover because the assassins would not trust a son of one of the major gods. Hades was truly devious in his plans. I hoped this particular assassin didn't get hurt in the cross fire that I will inevitably create.

"My name is Sebastian. I am the son of… Thanatos, the god of death. I was sent here to help you win this rebellion," I lied easily. I knew that I was a perfect liar and could even fool Apollo, the god of truth. The young man readily accepted the lie as truth. This boy was almost too naïve for his own good.

"Alright well thank you for your help, I'm sure my father would love to meet you," he said eagerly.

"Your father? And he is…?" I asked in confusion.

"Oh yes sorry. My father is the assassin grandmaster, Gerard Moreau. My name is Gabriel, son of Nike, the goddess of victory," Gabriel said with a friendly smile toward me. I returned the gesture but my grin was for a completely different reason. I had found the assassins at last.

Hello there! I forgot to mention at the top that I do not own Assassins creed or Percy Jackson. I hope you like this story! Obviously I am not a history major so I apologize for any historical inaccuracies. I try my best to stay within the truth, but I do mess up sometimes. Well in case you were wondering, here are the translations of the French in the chapter (once again I am not a professional French speaker so pardon any errors I make)

*The mother of revolution is crime and poverty*

* You heartless wretch! You will pay for the death of my precious son! My baby! No!*

Thanks for reading! R&R