Hush and be still, O' thine enemy. It is nothing less than Fate which drives my hand, and you suffer no dishonor in falling to a superior foe.

They fear me, and rightly so. I shall be the image of their doom, and they know it. You too shall feel their fear, if you are found worthy. Guard these breaths well, for they are truth and will show you the life. Resolve your heart; if you fail, you shall die with hell to basque in.

Hold my image but once within that desperate visage, and pray, to what ever Gods you hold dear, that it is not for you that I have come.

Revenge is the ending of wrath, the beginning of peace. Only in vengeance can I exist.
I am the assassin.