Author's Note

Hello, and thank you for reading this new story of mine! I haven't written in quite some time, so please dont be shy and send me anything you might think! Anything at all, I promise I wont bite! Unfortunately there is no Kenway interaction in this chapter but i promise the next chapter and there on will be choked full of him! So stick around and give Liete a chance!

Thank you again, please comment, and enjoy!

- gianna g.

Liete licked her lips, as the phantom whisked through the buttonbush and azaleas mere scant feet away from the Devil and his guards. Excitement ran through her veins like a fine wine, and with it her eyelids flickered with the foreign emotion.

She felt as intoxicated as the men roaming the plantation as her heart and pulse quickened and danced with fever.

For the first time in five years, she felt her mind expand and yawn as if it were an animal waking from a long afternoon nap in the sun. Even if her phantom were to be discovered, she knew with absolutely certainty there was no putting the animal back to rest as long as her eyes were open.

All at once the manor seemed the shrink, and fall away, as her mind drifted down the hill, across the sugar cane fields and nestled next to her awakener. Her eyes trained from a child's age to pull words from lips, zeroed in on her familiar tormentor and let his words wash over her.

"What happened here, why such disarray?!" The Devil himself proclaimed, anger and disbelief thick and dripping off his voice as he stamped forward towards two large brutes and a stumbling guard, all whom looked sheepish to have been caught tossed on the job.

Bedford and Manning, his usually ever constant guards, hung back at the dock snickering to themselves.

"Bit of a do, that's all. Its Wilmington's birthday" The small guard managed to articulate as he took place by the captain's side as he began to tromp through on his way into the plantation. The two brutes attempted to stand straight as their eyes rolled with effort, sending a small giggle through Liete at the ridiculous misfortune of them all.

"And you saw fit to get pickled on duty?"

"It's no bother sir, we've everything sorted." The little guard had no idea how wrong he was as the cloaked phantom moved silently vaulting over the short stone wall, right into one of the smaller parcels of sugar cane land. Surrounding all of the persons in question were men and women with different degrees of dark skin, toiling and working the land.

They noticed right away as the man carefully picked his way to follow the captain. Those with weaker minds stumbled away, frantically mumbling while others with hard features and harder hearts, quieted them sensing the coming deaths to those whom deserved it.

Liete had no doubt as she took a few more steps to remain in view of the unfolding events, that this man she watched was little more than a reaper.

"Well soon see wont we, for you must double the watch this evening!" Liete raised one dark eyebrow, the nasty smile perking again. So the Devil had sensed familiars.

"Double, sir? Whatever for?" The guard was having trouble keeping up with the captain as his anger was mounting and making the captain take larger strides with each step. His course took him around two more large fields of sugar cane, the phantom following easily and stealthily running between them, until the captain came to a stop near a small shack, and the guard placed a hand against the wall to keep himself up.

"I believe I was followed here young man. By pirates if my eyes honor me, though the ship was uncommonly large for such rascals.. Certainly wasn't slavers though. Not a ship that size.. In any case double the watch and keep your damned eyes wide for anything suspicious!" Liete couldn't help the small pert laugh that escaped her lips, that was just as quickly lost on the wind. His eyes honoring him, the man had been blind to anything other than honor from the first moment Liete had watched him lock the doors to her bedroom.

The captain scoffed and left the piss drunk sot where he leaned against the shack and continued on the path dug into rows between the parcels of sugar cane. As he continued walking, he came closer to the two large watch towers, slave quarters, and warehouse where the provisions and plantations yields were stored.

His words though gave her pause as she glanced at the small mound that hid the phantom inside the sugar cane field. A pirate, how interesting. She'd listened to the guard tell tales of certain men, that rode the waves and took what they wanted. They were fierce murderers with no respect for any kind of law.

Seeing her phantom now, blatant and sure enough to try and sack a plantation by himself, as she was sure that was his purpose now hearing he was a pirate, she could believe every story.

For a moment the phantom dashed across the dug earth, and she hissed when a gunman from one of the towers jerked to stare into the buttonbush where the pirate was now crouched hidden away from all eyes, all eyes except hers that was.

After a few more moments the gunman relaxed and just as he did the captain looked in his directions and with a sigh of disgust bellowed angrily, "You up there, look alive man! You've got a job to do!"

"Apologies sir, I'll keep my eyes peeled!" As if to show how serious he was, the gunman widened his eyes in a caricature movement, which seemed to satisfy the captain as he renewed his walk bring him to the center of the fields and warehouse area.

A guard who was still on his feet literally by the grace of god, stumbled shamelessly against a small warning bell, a large bottle of rum still clutched in his hand, and once the captain took him in with his 'honorable' eyes, the fine breeding and controlled anger he had tried to hide, burst through as he rushed forward grabbing the bottle and shattering it against the earthen floor.

"For god's sake what the hell is going on here today? How do you suppose you'll be able to ring that alarm if your piss drunk and barely able to stand!?" Past the point of talking the man tried to form words and took his sweet time on the attempt.

"He wont." Liete answered him silently, and turned her attention to her phantom as the tip of his cloak broke the surface of the bush he inhabited. She couldn't see any definition of his face, nor make out anything about him. She simply made an educated guess as to his gender based on the way the body underneath the cloak moved and walked. Women, even working women, had gentler walks then men.

The phantom ducked past the still fuming captain to an azalea bush right next to the bell, as the captain clearly done with the bell ringer, continued on the path towards the front of the warehouse. Quicker than an osprey after prey, the man lunged up and with a quick and silently snap of a small blade that seemed to come from his hand, cut the rope that would be used to sound the alarm.

Not mere moments after the pirate was already moving after the captain jumping over another short stone wall and a wooden fence to settle nicely in a patch of shrubbery as the still rampaging captain paced in front of the warehouse. Turning her focus back onto the Devil, she cringed slightly at the tone that shrilled to the drunken stupor of all the others around.

"The key god dammit! Someone find me the key! Is there no one sober here?! Fetch me the warehouse key if you please!" As the captain roared he began to move along the pathway to the manor, groaning and yelling as he went, but she hardly paid him a moment's thought.

It was as if a switch had been turned in her phantom, and a silent observer suddenly became the hand of god, as he moved from bush to brush, attracting guards one by one, and slicing through them as if they were nothing more than bread. He scaled the building, a silent assassin, as he threw gunman over the side of the watch towers to fall to their deaths. Those not already dead were too drunk to even notice their number dwindling to nothing.

With a sick sense of happiness rushing through her, Liete nearly vaulted from her perch, aching to run to the center of chaos. She was positive this man, this Death would kill her as well, but as she watched all those who had been cruel to her die by his hand, she felt an almost giddy joy to see them sent to hell before her.

Liete had long suffered from insanity from the cruelty of others and now, now she reveled in it.

Just as she grabbed hold of the railing, be damned the guard nearby, she heard the Devil call from behind her, within her room sending ice into her overactive mind and heart.

"It seems I have some time until the imbeciles of this stretch of god forsaken land get back to me, drunk and run off with the key. Good thing you're still under tight watch, little bird." The voice that had minutes before been howling in anger, was slick with a purpose that sent bile right into Liete's throat. With a final squeeze to the railing, she turned slowly to find the Devil had already removed his triangle shaped hat, his scabbard and pistols thrown across her vanity.

His off white wig, was slight off center, showing greying dark hair underneath. His eyes the color of mud felt as if they physically touched her as they raked over the soft gray gown she'd been dressed in that very morning. A front tooth dark with plaque and decay was startling as he brought back cracked sea worn lips in a smile that spoke only of spine-chilling promises.

Glancing at the vanity, she felt her anger pique as the beautiful bottles of perfume, and small pots of paints were now strewn about and disheveled. Her mind, numb and cut off before had never taken notice to the foretelling view that had always shown whenever the captain graced her room.

It was what the Devil did, broke and mangled pretty things with nothing but a thought.

Yet, her mind was no longer numb, and her thoughts usually silent and dead, had one sure conclusion that flashed behind her eyes. A lore saying, from the slave woman who was forced to care for Liete had once muttered when she'd come in after one such visit of the Captain. As the small sun kissed woman ran a small rag against Liete's red bruised skin, Julle let a tear fall for her and cursed the men who knew but did nothing. With murder in her eyes, that Liete had after so long been unable to muster, she whispered to Liete, "I do not fear the Devil half so much as I fear those who fear him."

So his name had been from that moment, and Liete with her clear and precise thoughts sanded down in the hurricane of insanity in her mind, she didn't fear him, and that was the end of her reasoning.

"Little birds can fly away 'at steppa.." At her Jamaican slang, the captain curled his lip and leaned against her bed post reaching to the buckles of his chaucers, paying her no more attention than a flea as she slowly stepped back into her room from the balcony taking step by small step towards his cutlass and pistols.

"You speak, how quaint. It'll be all the more fun to hear you scream, for I've had a hard voyage." The Devil leaned down to pull his shinned leather boots from his feet, and as he righted himself he did so as a mere man as he stared down the dark double barrels of his own pistols.

"Agreed."

With an easy pull with her thumb and pointer finger, his muddy brown eyes were splayed against the far wall, as two large holes now took their place within the captain's head. His body sat rigid for a few moments, as if he was still alive in shock at his turn of fortune, before his dead muscles gave way and his body slumped to the floor.

Liete glanced down at her grey dress now splotched with a dark red hue in several places and the only thought that came to mind was that the color itself really would look lovely as a gown itself. A small door to the servant's quarters where Julle always remained blew open, and the small African woman stumbled out. Julle took one look at the scene and let out a scream that seemed to stretch into oblivion.

After a few moments, Liete began to cackle, her laughter blending in and above the screams, her eyes wild with satisfaction.

Disclaimer

I do not own Assassin's Creed, any of its variations or its characters.

I do own Liete and her insanity, but that is all.