Faith - Part 2 - The Vixen of the Thieves

by tavingtonsbeauty

Working a honest job Isabelle is not safe from the intrigue of either family. When a man sets her house on fire, La Volpe rescues her, the children, and brings them to his "inn" for safekeeping. Realizing her value, he allows her to become a secretary of sorts for his guild and they become lovers. It is not long before she is carrying his child. What will Ezio do with her? No slash

10. Cycle of Hatred - The Borgia Threat

The Vixen of the Thieves – Chapter 10 – The Borgia Threat – The Cycle of Hatred – September 1492

Ezio had traveled to Spain in pursuit of the Borgia. What he found shocked him. The Borgia, the Spanish clan that now resided in Roma, now had more support than ever.

Isabelle, La Volpe, and the thieves had been a thorn in Cesare's side for months. Ezio was in Spain causing trouble in the Borgia homeland of Spain. Christoffa Corombo had been called upon to search for the new lands – the ones mentioned in the Codex to the west, but it was under the guise of furthering Spain's interests thus he gained the support of King Ferdinand and his wife Isabelle.

ZzZ

Isabelle had led a mission to steal an important document, but Cesare had set a trap.

Several of her men had died. The rest, three she stood with looking about. Cesare was watching her. She narrowed her eyes at him. "Go, Ugo. Tell Gilberto. Tell him what happened."

"Yes." He said and nodded.

She stood facing her brother, bloody with her own blood and those of his men on her, as she allowed her men to escape. She had given birth only a few months ago and she cursed herself for being so stupid to see the carrot and not know it was baited.

"Well, well, sister, crimson is a good color for you." Cesare said.

"I would look better on you, Cesare." She panted.

He chuckled. "I am sure." He turned to his guards. "Bind her and bring her with us. The Pope shall decide her fate."

"The Pope?!" She looked up sharply as she was forced to her knees by two burly guards who bound her hands. They helped her to her feet and held her firmly.

"Yes." He smiled wickedly. "You may have heard of him. Lately of the name Cardinal Rodrigo Borgia, now, Pope Alexander Sextus."

"Making you…"

"Count and leader of the Papal army." He smiled.

She hissed. "I will petition the Orsini and De Medici for my release." She said.

Cesare stepped closer. "My dear sister, it was the Orsini who gave you up. Now. We ride for Roma. You have a wedding to attend."

"Oh?"

"Yes, your own."

"I am already married."

"It will be annulled by the Pope himself. Leaving you, my lady, Isabelle De Medici, to marry me."

"Go fuck yourself." She hissed at him.

He backhanded her and she yelped as blood came to her nose. "I will not have my wife speak so."

"I will not be made the wife of my half-brother." She growled.

"Ah, sweet sister." He leaned close and kissed her, pulling back before she could bit him. "That has never stopped me before from taking forbidden fruit."

"So it is true. You do bed Lucrezia."

He chuckled. "She is not as wonderful." He looked at her and touched her breasts. "Her breasts are not as large." She tried to slap at him. "Why have the house cat when I can have a lioness in my household." He licked the blood from his lips and smiled. "All your papers say you are the daughter of the De Medici and thus perfect to be my wife." He shifted. "I can have what I longed to possess and have a hold of the De Medici, family through marriage as well."

She looked at him as she was put in the carriage. She spat at him and he just laughed wiping it away. She settled down as he tapped the roof of the carriage. "To Roma!"

ZzZ

Ezio returned to Venice and came to the Thieves' Guild. La Volpe, Antonio, and Machiavelli all stood together. His friends were pouring over a map and talking. "La Volpe….Niccoló…Antonio…what is it?" He asked seeing them pointing to locations on a map. It was a map of Roma.

Niccoló looked up. "Ezio. You have come at a good time."

"Why the sudden interest in Roma?" Ezio asked.

"Isabelle." La Volpe said. "She was captured again by Cesare Borgia. My spies tell me that he plans to marry her and the Pope himself will do the rites." His arms were wrapped about his chest defensively. He looked at Ezio and looked at him almost desperately.

"She is married to you." Ezio said.

"Pope Alexander has said he will annul her marriage to me by Papal Bull."

"Thus making your children illegitimate." Ezio hissed. "How can he annul a marriage with four children born to it?" He narrowed his eyes. "The bastard." He looked and saw Bianca holding the newest child, Anna-Maria in her arms while Leonardo stood holding her skirts.

"Much has happened while you were away, Ezio. "A new Pope resides on the Throne of Saint Peter." Machiavelli said grimly. "Rodrigo Borgia bought his papacy it is rumored. What better way to secure his family than to marry her to his son. She is after all the sister he could not possess." He hissed. "Legan incest."

"Legal?" Ezio asked appalled.

"All her papers name her as a De' Medici, the daughter of Lorenzo's uncle, Giovanni De' Medici and aunt, Ginevra degli Alessandri." Machiavelli said. "It was rumored Giovanni had other children, but many died young. Lorenzo paid much money to have her name added to the church records. Now the Borgia are using this lie for their own gains." He made a face. "It is disgusting and legal incest."

Ezio looked at his friend and fellow assassin. "You know much about Isabelle."

"She has told me much and I have done my own digging into the archives when she spoke to me. Lorenzo had a very good forger."

"I need my wife back." La Volpe said. "That man will try to break her." He said.

"We will get her back Gilberto. I promise you. Come we will gather those we have trained and bring her home." Ezio said. Machiavelli and Antonio were already on the move to follow his directives.

"Thank you, Ezio." La Volpe said.

Ezio spread his hands. "She is my sister as well. There is no blood, but our family bond is closer than even blood to bring us." He said.

Gilberto half smiled. "True words, Ezio." He extended his hand. "And so we are brothers."

"Indeed." Ezio said clapping his hand to Gilberto's elbow and clasping it.

La Volpe returned the embrace and pulled Ezio to him to hug him. "Let's bring her home." He said.

ZzZ

Antonio remained in Venice while La Volpe, Machiavelli, and Ezio rode to Roma. It was a still pleasant day in September. It was still mild. Winter was coming, but was still a few months off.

Roma was buzzing about the newly elected Pope. Pope Alexander VI, Rodrigo Borgia, had the people under his thumb. There was also buzzing about the beautiful young woman whom had been standing with Cesare when the Pope had addressed the crowds in St. Peter's Square. They had never seen her before, but she was dressed as a woman from Florence.

"Did you see the beautiful woman beside Cesare? Her dress was so beautiful." A woman was saying.

"Do you know who she is? I have never seen her before." Another said as they stood by a fountain.

"She is said to be a De' Medici. The elite all know each other and marry each other. Poor dear. I have heard Cesare can be nasty."

"Who told you that?"

"The courtesans."

The woman nodded. "They would know."

They moved away before Ezio and the other two could hear more. Ezio nodded to them. "That is useful. We know she is alive."

"Oh they will keep her alive." Machiavelli said. "I am starting to get a bad feeling about all this."

"How so?"

"Like this a trap."

"Likely, but she must be freed, Niccoló."

Machiavelli nodded. "Yes."

Pope Alexander had been pope for less than a month, but he was already making changes to the papacy and Roma herself. The people seemed to take in stride as though they had had this happen before. However, the Borgia were marginalizing some of the people.

"It will not be long before the Borgia know we are here." Machiavelli said looking over at Ezio.

"Good, let them fear their own shadows." Ezio said as he stood up in the stirrups of his saddle to stretch his legs a little. "Are there any thieves here, Volpe?"

"Two groups. Those friendly to us and the Cento Occhi." La Volpe said.

"We need to make a few friends here." Ezio said.

"I will see what I can do." La Volpe said turning his mount from them.

ZzZ

It took them three days to find Isabelle. She was being held in the Castel Sant'Angelo.

She paced the room that she had been imprisoned in. There were bars on the window. The room was comfortable. She had tried to escape, but found no way to do it. So she sat, refusing to eat the food offered or drink for fear of mind numbing drugs or poison.

On the second day, Lucrezia had come to visit her once and looked about as the guards shut the door behind her. Isabelle looked up from where she sat by the window. She grimaced at seeing the woman there.

"This is far better than I would keep you." Lucrezia said looking about the room.

"Oh?"

"You should be in the dungeons with the rest of the rats."

Isabelle laughed. "Then you must sleep in the kennels with the rest of the bitches."

"How dare you!" The blonde Borgia woman cried and ran to her half-sister, pulling her hair.

Isabelle moved with the jerk and swung about wrapping her hand about the thin throat of Lucrezia. The Borgia woman was caught by surprise and her eyes bulged as Isabelle cut off her air supply. "Know this sister. I could snap your neck and end you, but it is more entertaining to watch you suffer."

Lucrezia let go of Isabelle's hair and after a moment Isabelle released her throat. She looked at the younger woman as she stood dressed in a dress in the style of the Firenze nobility. She rubbed her neck. "You are not a noble. You are a bastard."

"As are you." Came a voice from the door.

Both women looked up to see Rodrigo, the new Pope Alexander standing there. "Lucrezia, if you cannot play nice with your future sister-in-law, than you should leave." He said in a voice that aggravated her further.

"She tried to strangle me father."

"I will strangle you myself if you touch her again." Alexander said. "Leave us."

Lucrezia scurried out the door like a lizard. Alexander shut the door and looked at Isabelle. "Isabelle De' Medici. Cousin of Lorenzo. Belle of Firenze…" He smiled as he came toward her and she backed away. "Come now, you little idiot. If I wanted you dead, I would have killed you already." He chuckled. "You have far more worth alive."

She looked at him and he noticed the food.

"You have not eaten?"

"I am not hungry."

He laughed. "Indeed." He narrowed his eyes. "I could order them to force it down you."

"I will not eat the food here." She turned away and walked to the window.

He walked up behind her and took her upper arms in his hands. "You were always the troublesome one. The one Cesare wanted. The one he shall have. I have other plans for Lucrezia."

"Why not marry me off to a French Duke?" she asked. "Further your interests…"

"You are not a recognized daughter and your papers make you a De' Medici. You will marry Cesare, bear his children, and be a good wife."

"I would rather kill myself." She hissed as she tried to move away and his arms tightened on her.

"I will not lose control of any of my children. Say your words, spread your legs, and he will tire of you soon enough. Then you could retire to some villa, assuming you do not bear him an heir." He said.

"Go to hell." She managed to free herself.

"It is only a footstep away, my child. Prepare yourself. If the food is not touched by the time the sun sets I will order water and food forced down you. Starving yourself is no way for a noblewoman to behave."

She shook her head and walked from him.

He came at her unused to someone dismissing him. He pressed her against the wall, arm against her throat. "If I did not find it so distasteful, I would mount you myself. You are beautiful enough, have borne children so you are fertile, and what is another bastard of mine around." He leaned closer. "Borgias are a rare breed, my child. You should be thankful for that hot Spanish blood within you. It has kept you alive."

With that he released her, coughing as he left the room. She watched the door close and shook her head. Ezio and La Volpe would find her soon.

Either that or she would kill herself. She would never bed Cesare.

That was for certain.

ZzZ

That night her father made good on his promise. He made sure she drank sugared water to keep her alive. She had been bound to a chair that held her head and arms. She sighed. Her breasts ached from not breast feeding.

She had been expelling the liquid while in her room into the chamber pot. However, this night she could not and she sighed in discomfort.

She shut her eyes to will everything away. She had been fitted for her bridal dress two hours before and now, no one had come except for two burly guards, a physician, and a maid.

A hand went to her breast and gently cupped it, running a thumb over the nipple. She yelped a little as it made the nipple drip as it hurt and felt good at the same time. Her eyes opened and then narrowed seeing Cesare there.

"What do you want?" she asked him.

"I wished to see you, my pet. We marry tomorrow. I wanted to make sure all was well." He purred. "You seem to be in pain."

"I do not have an infant here." She said simply.

He nodded and looked sympathetic which made her wince. He lowered his head and kissed the tops of her breasts and she realized his intention as he pulled the bodice down. She looked at him. "Leave me be, Cesare."

"Your body will soon be mine, my dear. Let me help." He bent and suckled one of her breasts. She was thankful and horrified at the same time. He let his hand rest on her neck. After he had sucked both he had sent for a maid.

"Bind her breasts tightly. She no longer will need to feed her little brats."

"My daughter is barely a month old." She gasped.

"If she dies, God wills it. That man you bedded will find someone I am sure. I want you to be able to conceive as soon as you are able, my pet."

"You disgust me."

He smiled and walked out the door as the maid moved to do as commanded.

ZzZ

It was the third day that the three Florentines had come to Roma. They stayed in an inn on the outskirts of town that had connections to the thieves. La Volpe had been busy and had found that his name proceeded him. They had lost their leader, and he would fill the shoes nicely. In turn, they searched for Isabelle.

Machiavelli also was on the lookout and had his own spy network working.

"Ezio." Machiavelli said. "We have found her. She is being held in the Castello, but she will be moved tomorrow at noon. The Borgia have made plans to marry her to Cesare with the Pope preforming the rites in the Pantheon."

"Why the Pantheon?" Ezio asked.

"Oldest Catholic Church in Roma and it is highly symbolic to the people." Machiavelli said.

La Volpe entered. "They hold her in the top of the Castello. We will not be able to rescue her there. Too many guards. However, at the Pantheon, we can strike."

Ezio nodded. "Gather our men. We will need everyone to pull this off."

"We have few enough." Machiavelli said.

"Yes, but we have enough for this. Dress some of the thieves as assassins. This will be more for show than anything and will give Cesare and Rodrigo pause at least." Ezio said.

"You have a plan?" La Volpe asked.

"Yes." Ezio looked at a paper that was on the table. "We will station thieves in assassin clothing around here. On my signal they are to lose arrows at the enemy and then drop down to fight." He looked up. "La Volpe, I am counting on you to keep me safe until I can get close enough to cause a distraction." He looked up. "The women, Rosa and Katherine. They will be dressed as assassins also. They will go around the back while I distract Cesare and rescue Isabelle." He sighed. "With luck she will be able to run and after a fight she will be free, the Borgia dead, and the assassins a force to be reckoned with."

"We must kill Cesare and Rodrigo above all else." Machiavelli said.

Ezio looked up at him. "If I fail at that they will kill my sister. No. I will rescue her and killing the Borgia is secondary…this round."

Machiavelli took a breath. "She knew the risks."

"I will not abandon her to torment and death at the hands of her own brother." Ezio said. He looked to La Volpe who was watching them, his eyes narrowed in anger. "La Volpe is a strong ally as is she. We will lose both if we go this route."

"But perhaps it is the greater good for…"

"No, Machiavelli. She lives. All else is secondary to that…for now." Ezio said.

"Very well." Machiavelli said. He then sighed. "Even I must admit having a De' Medici in our pocket as an ace is worthwhile. Very well. Do as you must, Ezio."

Ezio nodded and then turned to La Volpe. "Come, old friend. We will save her."

La Volpe lifted his head. "She is dear to me Ezio."

"I know. She is to me also." Ezio said.

La Volpe nodded and followed him to find the thieves. They did not have long to prepare.

ZzZ

Isabelle sat in the carriage looking down as her father and brother waved to the crowds. The Pope made a cross with his fingers as he looked at the crowds in pleasure. Cesare sat beside Isabelle whose small wrist were bound with a length of silk. Her dress had a whalebone bodice and it was richly made with gold and silver thread. It was a beautiful wedding dress, but she hated it.

She looked up as she saw the Pantheon. "The Pantheon?"

"I have a flare for the dramatic." Cesare said with a smile.

She sighed and looked out as the carriage came to a halt.

ZzZ

Ezio Auditore stood in the shadows. As an assassin it was where he was at home. He watched the carriage pull up as he stood in an alleyway watching, hood drawn up. Isabelle was sitting head down, watching everything, but was going on around her.

He sighed and stepped forward. He was determined to see his former sister-in-law free. It sickened him to know that a lie that had been made to protect her would not be her undoing if he did not reach her.

He stepped out of the shadows and began to make his way through the crowd well aware he was in danger and this could lead to his capture. He only prayed his life was worth something so Isabelle would be spared. Assuming they failed at rescuing her, which he knew they would not.

ZzZ

Above him, a Borgia guard caught sight of him. They had been ordered not to allow anyone in a white cowl past and to shoot on sight. He aimed his gun as he stood on the roof, but a shadow came over him. He looked up and as he did, his throat was cut away. He dropped like a stone with a gurgle as La Volpe took hold of his rifle, but then took up a position hold his bow.

He nodded to his left as others moved to remove the Borgia and fill the area with thieves and assassins. Even Machiavelli stood bow in hand to his right after removing a guard himself. He nodded grimly at La Volpe.

Below them Ezio continued walking and they both took aim as two guards turned seeing Ezio and moved to stop him. The first, to the right fell with Machiavelli's arrow in his neck. La Volpe shot over Ezio's left shoulder and hit the second man in the chest. Ezio did not break stride having every confidence in those who were with him.

Ezio walked through the sea of cardinals present. They shifted as though her were Moses breaking the Red Sea. Those in front turned and looked nervous as two guards turned to face Ezio. Ezio was too quick for them and released his dual blades and struck them down before stepping through into the square.

Two other guards noticed him and made ready to advance, but Ezio threw two knives with deadly accuracy, hitting each in their hearts, killing them nearly instantly. He stepped forward, hands to his sides, relaxed as a ring of men surrounded him.

Cesare turned in the carriage and saw Ezio. His eyes narrowed. "Well, well, my dear. I will have a wedding present for you. His head." He moved and exited the carriage with a nod to his father and smiled somewhat warmly as he laughed. "Ezio Auditore. Brave of you to stand alone against me," He said spreading his hands, "but also quite foolish, assassin."

Ezio lifted his hand a little as petal feel about them. This was not a petal, but a feather. Everyone was in place. He looked at Cesare. "Release Isabelle. No one need die here, Cesare."

"The only one going to die is you. Your blood will be a wedding present for my lovely bride."

Ezio shook his head slightly as he looked up and saw Isabelle looking back at him. He lifted his face to the sun and nodded, blinking once before looking back at Cesare.

Arrows whistled about him, each finding their mark in the men who held pikes about him. The last, the man before him, staggered a little, and Ezio lifted a hand, pushing him out of the way. He looked up at Cesare.

Cesare gasped and then nodded to two men on horseback. They charged forward, but Ezio unsheathed his sword and sliced the first as he stepped out of the way and the second he leapt into the air, decapitating the man as he rode by. His body and the horse trotted to the cardinals while his head dropped to the side of Ezio.

Ezio cocked his head, holding his sword to the side, dripping with fresh blood, watching Cesare coolly. "Is that all you have, Cesare?" He asked, taunting him.

"Papal Guard!" Cesare cried.

Heavily armored men came from the Pantheon, a dozen in total, came out and formed two lines before the carriage. They all crouched ready for battle as Ezio watched them with cool calculation. Cesare smiled and drew his own sword. He kissed the blade and stepped forward looking at Ezio and then paused.

Behind Ezio several men, dressed as assassins, though they were thieves, came, armed well and ready for battle as they flanked their leader.

Rodrigo looked at Isabelle and reached for her as he watched the group facing his son. She struggled and kicked him causing him to yelp in pain as he tried again.

Ezio smiled grimly and then started to move toward Cesare as the other man yelled and ran at him with his own men. Ezio leapt into the air and met Cesare, knocking him back by the force of the attack. Several thieves leapt down from the buildings causing the crowd of bystanders and cardinals to flee with cries.

Rodrigo drew his own blade, but then the carriage opened and a female opened the door. Isabelle noticed Rodrigo was distracted as a thief came at him and so she ducked and got out of the carriage. The woman, named Katerina, a former baker's daughter who had been taken in by the thieves when the Borgia murdered her father and mother, was one Isabelle knew well. Her brother, Angelo, was also among them.

They moved to an alleyway after Isabelle left the silk tie on the open door. Once there, she quickly removed the dress, using the knife the younger woman had to cut the ties free, destroying the dress. On any other day, Isabelle would have been more careful, but not today.

She pulled on the white outfit of an assassin and then moved quickly to get to the rooftops. The guards found them. Katerina looked up at Isabelle and told her to run. Isabelle swung up to the rooftops before the guards noticed. They only saw Katerina who started to run from them.

A hand took Isabelle's and she turned ready to fight, holding a knife, when she noticed it was La Volpe and Machiavelli behind him. Giberto embraced his wife and then Machiavelli handed her his bow and arrows. She smiled and then looked down as she heard a scream.

Katerina had been captured.

ZzZ

Cesare had been able to escape the fray, but stood with his father as they watched the fighting on the Pantheon steps. "Find her Cesare. We need her."

Cesare lifted his chin. "We have her."

He stepped out as the girl was brought screaming, kicking and fighting. He grabbed the back of her hair and the hood and walked into the square. "Ezio!" He barked.

"You have failed."

Ezio looked up as he finished with a guard and gasped, seeing the form being held. "Belle!" He cried.

Cesare smiled and then yanked her hood down, revealing it was the dark haired, Katerina. She looked at him and smiled. "You will never have her, you pig." She growled at him as she struggled.

Ezio lifted a hand to Angelo who was beside him. "Don't." He said.

Angelo looked at him wildly as Ezio took a breath.

"Give me the girl and this one will go free."

"Go fuck yourself." The girl said.

He lifted a knife. "Last chance."

Ezio lifted his gaze. The girl nodded, almost too little to see. He took a breath. "I'm sorry." He said. Though she heard him, she was fairly sure, it was directed to her brother.

The knife flicked across her throat. She gasped as blood rushed from her neck. Her hands went up and she dropped blood running from her throat and her lips. Ezio hung his head and Angelo stood his ground.

Isabelle had been watching the whole thing and angrily she fired and arrow. It lodged in her brother's shoulder. Too high to kill him, but it would cause him pain. He cried out and looked upwards as he called for his men, those who were left, to withdraw. He saw Isabelle standing, cowl down, bow ready at her side.

Rodrigo called his son back into the Pantheon as the thieves and assassins dispersed. Cesare looked back at the door and saw Ezio kneeling beside the dead woman and lifting her body in his arms. Angelo moved with him even as the others closed ranks.

He moved to attack while they were vulnerable, but Rodrigo lifted a hand. "Even our family has enough honor not to stab a man in the back."

"Ezio Auditore makes a living from doing that."

"We are not like him."

Cesare grunted and stepped out, but ducked back as an arrow landed in the wood near his head. He looked up and saw Isabelle still standing there with two others acting as rear guard. He hissed as she stood daring him to come out and give her a clear shot. She had not missed him because of a lack of aim. It was a message and he knew it.

ZzZ

Isabelle sat in the courtyard of the Venetian Guild. They had traveled by night through the secret ways that Machiavelli knew to see them safely back to their home turf under the protection of the thief friended new Doge.

She sat looking at the marker before her on the wall. It was new and belonged to Katerina. The wall markers had been the idea of La Volpe to remember those who died for the cause. The Borgia reach was growing, but Venice was firmly in the hands of the Doge and his family. Florence was still in the hands of the De Medici and though the Borgia had come, the families were starting to rebel. The Borgia pope lacked favor and it was rumored his position was bought and sold. Those who were not in secret rebellion had sided with the "Bitch of Forli", Katerina Sforza, the old flame of Ezio and friend to the assassins.

A hand touched her shoulder and she jumped a little and looked up at the cowled face of Ezio.

"Are you all right?" He asked.

"A girl died because of me."

"She volunteered." He told her. "She knew the risks. She was not afraid when he cut her from this world."

"Angelo has not family now, because of me."

"Do not blame yourself for the actions of others around you, sister." He said. He lowered his cowl and looked at her. "Do not make her sacrifice in vain."

She turned to him, a hostile and anger light in her violet eyes he had never seen before. "Kill him, Ezio. Kill him and be rid of a creature the world will not mourn."

He cupped her chin. "I swear he will pay." He looked her over in the light from the setting sun. "Did he…?" He asked looking at her.

Her eyes closed and she took a breath. "No. Rodrigo would not allowed it."

Ezio scoffed. "I am sure given a chance, Rodrigo would have as well." He looked her over. She had bruises on her body that were coloring from what he could see on her shoulders and neck. They would fade in time. Her spirit was not broken, far from it, and he was happy to see it.

He caressed her cheek. "It does me well to see you alive." He paused. "I was worried."

"I would never allow myself to be his wife." She said.

He nodded. "We will bring them to justice, sister."

She nodded and kissed his cheek. He sighed and held her shoulders as he looked at the marker. Katerina was one of more than a dozen on the wall. Ezio was happy to have those remembered, but it also hurt to know that brothers and sisters were dying for a caused that was just and right.

"She is in a better place, Belle."

"I know. It does not make it less easy to bear."

"It does with time." He said.

She looked up at him and knew he meant the loss of his father and brothers, one of whom she had been wedded to. She sighed and looked down and touched his arm as he held her to him. "We are family, Ezio. We will keep each other safe."

"Always." He said and sighed resting his cheek against her hair.

He had no love for the Borgia and now as Pope Rodrigo controlled all of the Christian world. He would hunt the Borgia and find their aim to bring peace to the world away from Templar control for not only his sister, but the world.