Divine Science: Chapter 4 – Frater V.O.V.
Chapter 4 of the Divine Science pack from the Facebook game, Assassin's Creed: Project Legacy.
Memory Details
Subject: Frater V.O.V.
Location: London, England
Time Period: 1891-1901
In-Game Introduction Video
Video Summary: The DDS will synchronize with the memories of an aged man. You may feel you have less energy, poor hearing and eye sight and even experience wobbly legs. This is normal, if you feel pain in your left arm however, please stop and consult your physician.
The Victorian era is characterized by growth, prosperity, political reform and major technological and scientific progress. Interest in the occult also increased during this period. You are about to infiltrate the Hermetic order of the golden dawn.
Magna est Veritas
Through the confines of the System, I have relived these memories countless times, not unlike a certain weatherman and a famous groundhog.
Finem Respice
Although the events that unfold here are no longer in my control — for they have come to pass — I am free to color them as I like.
- Thousands of people, from all casts and all parts of the world, have seen, or will soon see, the tales I have to tell.
- This, however, is not here and now. For the moment, let's step back into the past and look at the events that led to that grizzly graveyard scene.
- I tend to the plants in my green house, trying to ignore the ache in my back, when I hear footsteps behind me. Slowly, I turn to face young Gustav Meyrink.
- I patiently listen to Meyrink's ideas, nodding absently while I water my Papaver rhoeas. He wants me to act as an editor of sorts. I mumble, and he seems satisfied.
- Meyrink's most famous work — which he has not yet written — will be "DerGolem," a book with a unique tale on the Golem of Prague. Well... you and I were just there, weren't we?
- Meyrink leaves the greenhouse, but an uninvited guest is about to enter — this one with grim purport.
Vota Vita Mea
Right on time, the assassin arrives. No, he is not of THAT Order. He is a highly skilled, independent assassin, sent by one of the other co-founders of MY Order.
- I hear a sound in the distance, but attribute it to Meyrink leaving. The assassin is a professional. He will not reveal his presence.
- I put the watering can beside a cluster of poinsettias, which reminds me that Christmas is at our doorstep — like my killer, so to speak.
- I briefly wonder who of my two colleagues, of my two oldest and dearest friends, the assassin works for. It could be either of them; perhaps even both.
- They both have good reasons to be rid of me, but they have very different motives. One wants me dead; the other has a much more sinister idea.
- The assassin is right behind me. I feel his presence, though he has not made a sound. I close my eyes and take one last breath, for I see no reason to resist him.
- Besides, how could I? I'm just an old man stuck in a broken body. The poison spreads quickly through my veins. Gladly, I welcome it.
Lux E Tenebris
The gaslight lanterns they carry illuminate the coffin around which they have gathered—MY coffin.
Orare
The sky is clear, the moon bright, the wind howling, but all I hear is their guttural dirge. I recognize the ritual, for I helped develop it.
- It feels strange being here, looking down at my own grave. Somehow, it's like being trapped in a horror novel, but without the adrenaline rush.
- Don't get me wrong, I knew it would come to this, but somehow I thought I'd feel different about it. I'm impassive, detached, in a dream like state.
- They do not suspect I am here, standing among them. But Mathers, the Evoker of Spirits, knows. He does not show it, though. He simply goes on with the ritual.
- I am fortunate. After all, it is not everyday that one gets a chance to see his own funeral. It gives me anopportunity to observe them — with a slightly different perspective.
- The Evoker, my old friend, finally utters the words that complete the ritual. I am satisfied with the ceremony. It was well performed — though completely useless.
- My former colleagues and subordinates leave the cemetery. Only Moina, Mathers' wife, remains. She pulls off her hood, turns her head, and looks straight at me.
Semper Fidelis
