Assassin’s Creed: Rise of the Super Brotherhood

Prologue: The Blade and the Fist

872 A.D., Northumbria.
The wind howled over the frostbitten hills, sweeping across the longships moored along the English coast. Smoke spiraled from the thatched rooftops of conquered villages, and the raven banners of the Norse soared against the pale sky. Among the raiders stood Eivor Varinsdottir — Wolf-Kissed, battle-scarred, and destined for a saga greater than she ever imagined.

Eivor was no stranger to war, but it was not war that awaited her now. It was something stranger.

By the flicker of a campfire one night, she met the man who would change her fate. Not a Saxon, nor a Dane — not even a being of Midgard. His name was Kazuya Mishima, and he arrived like a shadow torn from the stars, a figure summoned through the swirling currents of the multiverse. His eyes glowed with the burning of cursed blood, his fists clenched with the weight of generations of violence. But it was not vengeance that drew him here.

It was the blade.

The Hidden Blade.

The weapon of the Assassin Brotherhood — a weapon that had endured two thousand years, surviving through empire and ruin, from the first civilization to the edge of the Viking world. Kazuya was drawn by its occult whisper, the promise of a power that could shatter the limits of his own cursed bloodline. And in the snows of Northumbria, under the northern lights, Eivor offered him not just a weapon, but a creed.

Together they became something new: Eivor, the raven-wolf of the North; Kazuya, the demon-fist from another world — bound by an oath, blades hidden at their wrists, their hearts beating to the rhythm of freedom.

But they were not alone.

From distant Greece, across the tides of time and space, came Kassandra — the Eagle-Bearer, bearer of the Spear of Leonidas, a misthios shaped by war and wandering. Through the magic of the Animus and the holographic weave of the metaverse, Kassandra joined their ranks. She brought not only her strength, but her mind — steeped in the wisdom of Stoicism, the philosophy of resilience, virtue, and inner peace. Under her influence, the Assassin Brotherhood found a new ideal: that the pursuit of happiness could coexist with the pursuit of freedom. That the Creed could be not only a rebellion, but a path to harmony.

In a time of conquest, they became conquerors of the self.

Eivor. Kazuya. Kassandra.

Viking. Demon. Eagle.

Together, they forged a new Brotherhood — a super-order of Assassins spanning worlds, blending blade, fist, and philosophy. And in the shimmering multiverse of the holographic Animus, they prepared for missions yet undreamed of, across past, present, and futures unknown.

For as long as there is oppression, the Assassin Brotherhood will rise.
For as long as there are worlds, they will walk between them.
For as long as there is a Creed, they will remember:

“Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.”

—

The Blade, the Fist, and the Eagle

872 A.D., Northumbria — the Age of Conquest

The waves crashed against the jagged English coast as longships sliced through the mist. Among them stood Eivor Varinsdottir, the Wolf-Kissed, her braided hair damp with seawater and sweat, her eyes sharp as a hawk’s. She had led her Raven Clan from the frozen shores of Norway to these rich English lands, carving out a new destiny in the patchwork kingdoms of the British Isles.

But conquest was not all that waited here.

One night, while the mead flowed in their great hall and the spoils of war were divided, the air shimmered strangely beyond the firelight. At first, Eivor thought it a trick of ale or witchcraft — but then the figure stepped forward, silent, powerful, his eyes like smoldering coals.

Kazuya Mishima.

He was like no man Eivor had seen before: foreign clothes, a strange crest on his chest, and an aura of both menace and control. When she drew her axe in suspicion, he caught the blade in his bare hand — and did not bleed.

“I’ve come for the weapon,” Kazuya said in a voice like stone, his eyes flicking to the Hidden Blade at Eivor’s wrist.
“You have no place here,” Eivor snarled.
“Neither do you,” Kazuya answered. “Not in the world that is coming.”

That night, Kazuya explained everything — or at least as much as Eivor could grasp. There was a multiverse, a web of worlds and timelines layered one over another. Through the fractures of that web, Kazuya had been drawn into this age of Vikings and Saxons. His family’s curse — the Devil Gene — hungered for power, and the Hidden Blade called to it across the void. But Kazuya was not here to steal; he was here to understand. And for the first time in his life, to fight for something beyond himself.

Eivor, wary but intrigued, offered him a place among her warriors.

And soon, the metaverse shifted again.

From Greece to England — the Eagle arrives

The Animus hummed in the hidden vault beneath the earth, its glyphs spinning through history and myth. Out of the digital haze stepped Kassandra of Sparta, the Eagle-Bearer. She had crossed centuries, guided by the Brotherhood’s secret signals encoded in the Animus, drawn to a world where philosophy and survival danced on the edge of a blade.

Her arrival was no accident.

The Brotherhood had always watched the pulse of history — and Kassandra, immortal from the Staff of Hermes, had watched them in return. Now, with the growing shadow of the Templars in England, with Alfred’s ambition and the spread of tyranny, she chose to act.

Eivor welcomed her cautiously. Kazuya watched her with a predator’s patience. But in battle, the three were unstoppable.
Raven, Demon, Eagle.

Forging the New Creed

By winter’s heart, the three had formed a new circle within the Brotherhood. Eivor brought her ferocity, her love of freedom, and the unbreakable will of the North. Kazuya brought his unmatched strength, his mastery of combat, and — slowly — his desire to master his own darkness. But it was Kassandra who wove them together, carrying the ancient torch of Greek Stoicism.

“The gods are indifferent,” she told them by the fire, “but we are not. Virtue, resilience, discipline — these are our shields. The Creed may free the world, but philosophy frees the soul.”

The Brotherhood absorbed her words like seeds in fertile soil. What had been only a war against tyranny became something deeper: a pursuit of balance. The new Assassin Brotherhood combined the blade and the fist, but also the mind — a Stoic order in a chaotic world.

The Great Battle

Word spread of their deeds.

In Mercia, they toppled a Templar warlord who sought to harness an ancient Isu relic. In Wessex, they sowed rebellion against Alfred’s iron rule. In the woods of Essex, they uncovered a hidden Templar temple, buried beneath Roman ruins. Together they walked the line between history and legend, reshaping the fate of the Isles.

But the Templars were not blind.

In a final clash on the cliffs of Dover, the Brotherhood faced an army — Templar knights, Saxon mercenaries, and traitorous Norse lords. Eivor led the charge, her axes flashing in the sunrise. Kazuya tore through armored ranks like a thunder god unleashed, the Devil Gene surging in his veins but bound, at last, by his will. Kassandra danced between enemies, spear and blade a blur, the wisdom of centuries guiding her hand.

At the battle’s height, they stood together on the cliff’s edge.

“For the Creed,” Kassandra said softly.
“For freedom,” Eivor growled.
“For myself,” Kazuya murmured — and for the first time, it was not a curse.

They emerged victorious. The Templars fled into shadow, and for a moment, the Isles breathed free.

The Road Beyond

But their journey was not done.

With the multiverse cracked wide open, new threats waited across time and space. Renaissance Italy. Feudal Japan. The far future, where the Animus would evolve beyond imagination. Together, they stepped into the holographic weave of worlds, ready to shape the next chapter.

And so the Brotherhood lived on — stronger, stranger, and more enduring than ever.

Because nothing is true.
Everything is permitted.

And the Eagle, the Demon, and the Raven would carry that truth across the stars.

—

Epilogue: The Architects of Reality

The sky shimmered with an aurora of light—not born of nature, but of code.

Kassandra, Eivor, and Kazuya stood at the threshold of a world not yet shaped. Around them stretched the holographic metaverse of the Animus: rivers of data, spinning glyphs, and the pulsing architecture of realities both past and future. The old world—the British Isles, the Viking conquest, the smoke of Wessex—had faded into memory. Now they stood in the forge of creation itself.

“So this is the source,” Kassandra murmured, gazing into the ever-shifting weave. She felt the hum of the Animus deep in her bones, its pulse matching the immortal beat of her own heart. “Not history. Not myth. Possibility.”

Eivor touched the hilt of her axe. “A warrior carves their own saga. This… this is the greatest saga of all.” Her eyes gleamed with fierce wonder, hungry for the challenge of worlds yet unborn.

Kazuya said nothing at first. His fists were clenched at his sides, his face a mask of calm. But in his silence there was no longer rage—there was focus. Discipline. The devil within him stirred, but it no longer ruled. “Creation,” he said at last. “Not destruction.”

The Brotherhood had evolved.

In this new metaverse—an infinite tapestry of timelines and realities—they were no longer mere rebels against tyrants. They were architects. Guided by the ancient tenets of the Creed and now fused with the philosophy of Stoicism and the visionary principles of Sethian reality creation, they had learned to shape the worlds they entered, not only to survive them.

From the Stoics, they carried the practice of resilience, inner mastery, and virtue in the face of chaos.
From Sethian thought, they embraced the radical idea that reality was not fixed—that thought, belief, and imagination were forces as real as steel or stone. That worlds were malleable, forged by consciousness itself.

Together, they became more than assassins.

They became weavers of worlds.

Their missions stretched across the multiverse:

In an alternate Renaissance Florence, they dismantled a Templar-controlled city where time itself looped endlessly, liberating minds from a prison of memory.

In a future Tokyo ruled by a techno-Templar regime, they sparked a rebellion in the shadows of neon skyscrapers, their Hidden Blades flickering with digital fire.

In an echo of classical Greece, Kassandra revisited her homeland, seeding Stoic philosophy among a new generation of Assassins.

And beyond all this, they began to shape entirely new realms—realities born of collective belief, dreams encoded in Animus code, missions that bent not only space and time but imagination itself. Here, in these worlds, Eivor’s ferocity, Kazuya’s precision, and Kassandra’s wisdom fused into something legendary.

One night—or what passed for night in the fluid cycles of the metaverse—they stood at the edge of another doorway, another game world waiting to be born.

“We’re no longer bound by the past,” Kassandra said softly, her hand resting on the Spear of Leonidas. “We are the past, present, and future.”

“We will be sung about,” Eivor grinned, “in every world.”

Kazuya gave the faintest nod, the faintest smile. “Let’s begin.”

And together they stepped forward—three figures woven from myth, memory, and will—into the heart of the infinite.

The Creed endured.
The worlds multiplied.
And the Assassin Brotherhood became something the First Civilization itself had never foreseen:
the creators of reality,
the stewards of freedom,
the champions of becoming.

Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.

In the gaming multiverse, they carried that truth like a spark across the endless dark—
and the fire had only just begun.

THE WORLD OF ASSASSINS CREED!