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Published:
2025-08-20
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2026-03-26
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12/13
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Convergence.

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Rated M.

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Disclaimers:
Please note that this story has mature contents for its depiction of the following:
- assassination
- murder
- swearing
- drug use
- abuse
- sexual encounters/hints towards it (im not 100% sure if i will be making indepth NSFW themes/chapters)
- slavery
- bodily harm
(If there is anything else you see in future chapters, please do mention it)
- potential misunderstanding of religious backgrounds and their mythology due to not being 100% sure where to accurately find information on these things.
- alternative universe/ AC universe

Do note the following:
This is made to be alongside the recent AC games, some of the Ac books, graphic novels, Valhalla, and Mirage. I will be exploring certain themes that you, as the reader, may find incorrect or disagree with entirely. For example, Eivor will be written as if they are Male, not female. This is because i found the male version nicer to play as due to voice, weight/rigging was better than the female cannon version.
This is a self-indulging maladaptive day dream story that I've been fleshing out for a little while.

If at any point you feel this is not for you, do not force yourself to read it or finish it.

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Noir.
(Yes this was some what posted on wattpad in 2024, that is/was the other place i have written on for this story, but have since hidden this story on there as its not where i want my work anymore)

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

RATED M CURRENTLY
'A magic mushroom trip, that was all it was supposed to be, and yet.. and yet those voices of old still breathe down my own neck as if the fringes of each life that came before is prickling against the edges of my senses.

The masks of old healers to the norse gods whispers from the tree of life. a sense of longing, fear, and a twinge of inquisitive to the noise just behind it.

'But why do all your voices haunt me? just why?' thought Aya as she watched the water beneath her feet as she sits beside the local river behind her home. The harsh bark of the fallen tree she's perched on scratches at her skin beneath the thin layers of clothing in the British summer heat.

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Join Aya O'donavan, on her way to understanding many aspects that tether her to her duty of what remains of global hive of The Assassins Creed brotherhood in the modern age.