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Ouroboros [Fill 5/?]

[(Anonymous)]

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 "Your blood's gone bad, I knew it would."

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Hunt You Down by The Hit House feat. Ruby Friedman

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"We must humbly thank you for entertaining us in your fine home, Madame de la Serre."

"Ah, thank you. Although, I would rather you address me as Grandmaster."

"Of course, Ma-Grandmaster. Forgive us for this transgression."

"I will forgive you for that." Elise rose in her seat, "A toast to my late father and his service to the Order." Everyone seated in the room raised a glass in respect. All except for the lone standing figure, obscured by the shadows that were nestled in the corner of the room, hidden by drapes. The smooth, crimson liquid slid down their throats as the men at the table greedily swallowed it down like a man that hasn't seen wine in a decade.

Or perhaps, rather a man who is guilty and being in front of the blood court.

"Guilty." Her Grandmaster nodded to the man to the far left with a cold look in her eyes, one that made Arno almost react to. But she had seen that look before.

Don't let revenge consume you, my friend.

The man clutched his throat and wheezed futilely. His frantic eyes shot a glare filled with anger and betrayal at Elise.

"Oh, don't be like that." Elise said as smooth as honey and wine mixed, "You didn't think that I remembered about your betrayal of my father, did you?"

A muffled groan and another fell.

And only one remained with a relaxed look on his face. Elise's eyes turned to be calculating, and hardened, a slight nod in his direction alerted Arno to what needed to be done.

'Elise, I don't mind bathing my hands in the blood of the guilty. But why do you insist on doing it yourself?', Arno thought.

The length of rope she held in her hands was put over his neck and pulled back. Arno could hear the man wheezing for breath and feel his body writhe and jerk wildly, sending plates and delicate, ornate glasses to the floor. His hands reached back and grabbed her hair and tried to scratch her eyes, but Arno only pulled harder on the rope.

It had taken several minutes, but his struggles began to weaken until his body went limp.

It had taken shorter than usual. Perhaps, the poison had still weakened the man.

Arno released the rope with a sigh and looked over at the redhead across the table. Her eyes were cold and expression ever frostier.

"When will you stop?"

"Until they are all gone," Elise replied simply.

Arno could only feel a part of her wilt at the realization of the truth.

"You were supposed to be innocent."

"And so were you," she replied, "But your actions in America make my actions nothing in comparison. I didn't call you here to patronize my actions nor act as my moral advisor. Remember, your role under the Order."

"You are my executioner."

Yours to use, Arno thought. And indeed she was.

"You will always belong to someone. Whether it be one or many, there will always be ownership over you." His small stature towered over her prone figure on the ground. Her hand was slick with blood flowing down the cut, and she glared up at him.

"Remember, you're mine."

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To an oblivious person, Shay Cormac would seem like a weathered merchant with the rugged look on his features and roughened attire. But the look in his eyes as he stood in front of her was of no merchant.

A Templar, he was. And a Templar he acted as.

"What bids your presence here, Monsieur Cormac?"

"My apprentice."

"What of her?"

"Arno... was trained by the American Rite as was our contract with your late father. However, the fact remains that she is not bound to the Parisian Rite and other than the adoption as a ward of your family, she has no ties to Parisian Rite."

Elise narrowed her eyes, "What exactly are you implying?"

"Take care of her," Shay said slowly, "For there is always another to welcome her into their ranks."

"I haven't mistreated her,"

"We did not send her here to be an executioner, only an ally of the American Rite to assist you in reclaiming your rightful position."

"Oh, she told you then." Elise mused.

Shay chuckled, "She never tells me anything like this, except for when she is drunk. And make no mistake, Grandmaster, I do care for my apprentice." he admitted with no shame in his voice.

"And because she cares for you, I will give you my advice," Shay paused, "There was once a Grandmaster I served, and he wasn't felled by anything except his own emotions. If you let yours get in the way, I'm afraid Arno would lose a second de la Serre."

"You once served Haytham Kenway, right? Then surely you know that he was felled by his own son."

"Aye," Shay's eyes were cold, "What I am trying to say is that as Grandmaster, you can't afford to let emotions cloud your judgments."

"I am only clearing away the traitors of the old Rite."

"Then do so," he said easily, "But emotions can easily cloud your view on who is friend and foe."

"I can control my own emotions, Monsieur Cormac. Can you do the same?"

"Why do you think I'm not Grandmaster?" he answered with a question. Shay then glanced at the clock on the wall with an amused look, "Ah, I"m running late. Looks like I'll need to pay... again. Miss de la Serre, I did not come in here with the intention of threatening you. But do remember who put you on your throne, and who could take it away." Shay Cormac then nodded towards her with that blasted amused look and walked away.

Elise pinched her nose lightly at a migraine coming forth. Her father had once complained about those American Templars and the brashness in them. She could now understand where her father was coming from. Oliver himself seemed to enjoy teasing even the Grandmaster of the Parisian Rite as his teasing knew no bounds or ranks. But Shay Cormac... he was on an entirely different level.

What he did to Arno and allowed her to do already gnawed at Elise. But ever since having heard Oliver talk about their relationship and seeing them coming back practically hand in hand, it only further ate at her.

And now Shay Cormac was the reason for her now consistent migraines.

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Author's Note to OP: Hi, author-anon here. I'm really sorry for replying late! I wanted to group my response with the next chapter. Also, this is a continuation of Ouroboros. Although, there is a small time skip. I hope Shay wasn't out of character in his conversation with Elise, by the way. There is a reason behind his actions. Also, don't worry about this being a burden. I'm having fun writing this, honestly! I have managed to find the time to write this and Omnia. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thanks for reading!