A/U: Please don't throw eggs at me! –hides- I'm SO sorry to everyone who's waiting for the completion of my other fanfic, which I haven't updated in four months, but I swear it's not because of procrastination! Just after updating the last chapter of it, I had surgery for a burst appendix and was in the hospital for about a week and a half, and then spent the rest of my free summer time preparing a cosplay for FanExpo Canada, and then SCHOOL started, and lord knows homework is killing my brain –stabs 11th grade-

Plus I've had a bazillion obsessions in the passed months, that including Assassin's Creed 2, which I just finished a few days back (And I started a new file because I LOVE ITTT)

So, people who have me on Story Alert, please don't get mad. This is simply a story I'm writing to get my inspiration going again, and those who don't know who I am and are just viewing this because it's AC2… ignore me and read xD;

This corrupt world, filled with many people… or should I say animals? The snobs that we call the upper-class of the city, those stupid guards that we must trust but who can be told to do anything with the drop of a few coins, the princes, kings, and ravenous rich folk that force their shitty rules upon us day by day by DAY, not giving a flying hell for what they call "their people"… then there are the middle-class and the poor; what I used to be and what I am now.

We are the true people among these greedy savages. The middle-class, against their hopes of doing well, will one day perish, and the poor, who have already met their doom and simply attempt to find a reason to live as they fight for survival each day, threatened by starvation… or simply the rejection of the gluttonous beasts. Though, this is not what defines the both of them, not in my eyes. It is how awake they are to reality; what goes on behind walls, and awaits them in their future.

It is madness. Everything is ruled by the Seven Great Sins and nothing else. The good men and women are overpowered by the shadows of these sins; greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, pride, and sloth. No matter what they, the distorted minds of society, do, they know well that it is their own selfishness that drives their actions.

Those guards… those damned GUARDS! Their greed for money… MORE money… no matter the task, they want it, whether it is killing an innocent child or twenty of them. Nothing stops their spears or their swords or their arrows. I know this. I know this well. Venice was once my paradise, and now it is my hell. The fifteenth century… my Dark Age.

My name, given to me as some sick joke by what God may be out there, if any, is Lucrezia Sarta. This is the tragedy that led me to my reason for life, and to my very end.

My paradise.

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A/U: So? Okay so far? I know it's pretty lame, considering it's just an OC so far, but it's simply a Prologue introducing the character's viewpoint of Venice. The rest of the fanfic (About 2 chapters) will be in third person, or "God's Perspective". (Also, I know the OC is giving that essence of an emo Mary Sue, but I swear she's not one of them! D: I want to BURN Mary Sues, so I won't be a hypocrite and make one of my own.)

Anyway, give me your thoughts, and please, no flaming (especially about my other fic). I don't mind constructive criticism, for that is always welcome to an aspiring novelist. Improving is first on my list, and every tip is welcome!

(And just incase someone didn't get the last bit, Lucrezia means "wealthy" and Sarta means "Tailor", as in occupation-wise.)