Una pecora in vestiti del lupo
Prologue
Firenze, 1474
Lovino Vargas was relatively happy with his life. It was quiet, easy, and ridiculously simple. Che, yeah right.
He lived with his nonno, a sun-weathered man who seemed timeless to him no matter how old he got. He firmly believed that his nonno would end up living far longer than he ever did. His younger brother also lived with him, happy and altogether carefree as a naïve child. Lovino loved him with all his heart and had sworn to their parents to protect him if anything should happen to them. Of course, bad luck withstanding, a few weeks later, promise still fresh in his mind, a group of protestors to the work contributed by the Vargas family to what the adults called the Rinascimento captured and killed his parents. Crimes against the church, they claimed. A family friend, an old partner - though he didn't know in what - of his nonno had had the murderers tried and executed. Still, it left Lovino with his nonno and Feliciano, two people he had to care for on his own.
Personally, he didn't really mind caring for his relatives, family is everything after all. But he made a fuss and threw tantrums about it, if only to show some kind of emotion every once in a while.
His nonno, a man whom everyone called Roma on account of his victory in some war or other in Roma - or some such nonsense, Lovino never paid attention to things like that - was a part of the forefront of painters and writers of the Rinascimento. His work was wanted by all of Italia, basically funding their lifestyle - and causing religious protests with increasing frequency. His friend usually kept them from harm, but it was always good to be on guard.
Feliciano wanted to be just like Roma - without the fighting since he frequently ran away from anything even resembling a conflict - and was a stunning artist for his age. He had even been recruited to paint for new chapels around Italia, something Lovino found entirely too ironic to be a coincidence.
He spent most of his time fighting Feliciano's fights for him. Why anyone would want to hurt Feli, he'd never understand, but as long as he could keep his fratello safe, he was happy.
Ah, dio, what he wouldn't give to have Feli be safe forever.
And, of course, once again, his bad luck would catch up with him and his whole life would change. For better or for worse, he did not know, but he suddenly had far more people to protect than just his little brother.
Alrighty so this is an idea I've had for a while and I have the first real chapter done but I wanted to see what people thought first. So yeah, it's an Assassin's Creed parody, and there will eventually be Spamano, Gerita and maybe Roman Empire/Germania. I'll most likely put up the next chapter once I finish writing chapter 2.
I really hope someone likes this...