Hello there! DsCrystalEyes here.

So I recently got in the Assassin Creed series, as well as Akame ga Kill! . And since I found myself thinking how much the Akame ga Kill verse can use an Assassin from the Order, I decided to make one. I tried my best to think how an Assassin would be like in such a world. The idea of Imerial Arms is simply completely over the top, with OP characters like Esdeath for example. So our Assassin can't stay the same to just the hidden blades. As such, I developed an Assassin, as quoting from the ACU director:"A redesigned warrior ready to take on a redesigned universe." So you won't be seeing Assassins from our world like Ezio and Altair, but an OC Assassin. Still, since I will be using AC terms and ideas to an extent, it will be marked as a cross-over. I also used Aura Kingdom as a source for most character designs for the main OC character.

I've written 30+ chapters (very short chapters, so don't think it's epic) before posting this, so forgive me for not sharing sooner *bows*

Let's bring this to a start! Since I'm uploading all chapters in one go, you would see less author notes. I think.

Disclaimer: I need to get this line on a clipboard. I do not own Akame ga Kill or Assassin Creed. All characters, terms and ideas came from their respective authors and creators. My OC Aura Kingdom's clothes designs, and so, I claim nothing but the ideas and story.

Now, what happened to the line separator?

UPDATE: Fixed those line separator. For some reason they won't let my write Doctor Stylish properly as well.

A magical world in which beasts and creature grown far more dangerous.

But yet, the human race still thrive. Through the invention of teigu, super natural weapons, extreme examples being Imperial Arms, makes human ever so powerful, yet ever so weak.

Those who had teiguu became monsters, while those who don't were meakly humans.

Yet humanity still managed to balance it out.

A country, a nation, an entire empire ruled for more than a thousand year.

At first, life thrives, happiness filled the world.

But what comes up...must come down.

Over that very thousand year, it build up all of it declines in one huge go.

The king past away, leaving the throne to a child barely capable of understanding more than repeating after a corrupted Prime Minister.

Oppression, war.

Tyrants, corruption.

It was well known that beyond the huge Capital city gates, people are dying.

Inside it was no better. Mugging, thieving, pickpocketing was at it's peak.

Rioting and mutiny was thrown into oceans of blood.

"The Rudspoor genocide", so it was called, was set as an example that made people lost all will to oppose. Twelve northen tribes of natives rouse against the oppression. They use all their tactic, their years of experience with the land, using nature to their advantage. All was going 50-50 when a name would mark the tyranny to it's peek.

Empire's strongest, Esdeath.

A beautiful women grew up in the Northen Tribes, grew up into battle, took her squad of Imperial Arms and massacred the opposition force with numbers equal to the Empire's army within weeks. A blood thirsty demon that spend the next 7 months destroying, burning and ravaging the already fallen tribes with torture, humiliation, and in basic, the act of genocide.

A person that massacred the opposing army in weeks and then spends months to enjoy her victory in the most cruel and inhumane way possible.

Yet people still thrown themselves to her feet for mercy.

Justice really doesn't exist in this world anymore.

Right now, the people can't just rebel against this rotten empire. Those who wish to do so join a group known as the Revolutionary Army, which although sounds big, but holds no chance in an all out war. Militia, guerrilla warfare that is both feble and pointless.

"In basic, unless we can cut down those with Imperial Arms, it's a pointless use of men."

"But who would be capable of doing such thing? General Esdeath would crush a man's skull with a kick, let alone her powers."

It seemed hopeless.

The people should just despair and wait til the day they rot away with this "empire".

But unbeknowst to them, an attempt of tipping the scale is going on.

The guardians that sought after justice, freedom and well-being of the people has finally stepped in.

Long hidden in the harsh southern islands where no prying eye visits.

The Assassins.

Long thought to have died out in hunts to ensure empire supreme rule.

The last chance to find a way out of this mess, a single person, chosen by fate and predicted by those before.

After long last, he set foot on this land of despair.

"How ironic."

A person stand on top of a lighthouse with a view down the small fishing village and the vast woods covering them, as well as the humongous city that can be seen from days of travelling away, the Capital.

"I can't believe I'm back in this land of the dead."

Correction, he wasn't just standing on top of the light house. He was standing on a rounded steel pole on the very roof of the light house on one foot.

Wearing a black tattered robes, with demon-like armor on the shoulder and knee, a black hood and mask covering his idenity, and a elaborated steel cross with intricate design glowing with the color of pandemonium purple on his back, he took off the mask and hood, revealing a dirty blonde hair color and purple eyes, seemingly taking in the atmostphere.

"Let's get to work."-Jack murmured before spreading his hands and perform a Leap of Faith down below.