Las ropas del AsesinoCuando era un niño… Mi único mundo era la pobreza, la represión, la explotación de los trabajadores… Mi único mundo era tan brutal, tan mortífero que no le deseo a nadie vivir lo que yo he vivido.
Pero debajo de ese mundo… Debajo de ese lugar de caos… Hallé un camino… Un camino en medio de las sombras. Un camino que me sumerge en una guerra sin cuartel… Un camino que me condujo a la gloria y la fama, pero que en lo más oscuro me condujo hacia la pelea por la humanidad.
Ahora que crecí, aprendí que debo llevar el disfraz del reportero más famoso del mundo… Y llevar debajo de él las ropas del Asesino.
Soy Valentine Augustin Léroux Ynigov, y al igual que los que me precedieron, soy un Asesino.
A reporter trained by AssassinsThe life of the young orphan Valentine Augustin Léroux Ynigov had never been so lucky as when he had become the famous reporter Tintin.
He never before had thought to become someone very famous, on being the enemy of more than five powerful men, nor much less to be a kind of adventurous detective who travelled all over the world, a detective who has the favor of political leaders, artists and people just as powerful as their enemies.
He never thought that being a reporter would bring him a brilliant career that left him many friends, numerous enemies and beautiful personal and professional satisfactions.
However, those doors could never being open if it had not been for the well kept secret that he had behind himself. A secret that even the people so closer to him never could figure it out albeit that it would sound like a strange conspiracy or surreal theory...
A secret that encloses a bloody war between two powerful groups for centuries, maybe millennias.
Tintin knew that anyt
ReflectionsWhen I look at you sleeping by my side, I'm beginning to think in how we have known, in how we have rediscovered and, above all, in how we've survived on that deserted island that witnessed the birth of our children and our love, and your memory loss that seemed to be permanent until you defended to me from those men who tried to abuse me using your assassin skills. Was in that moment that you recovered your memory and we were able to leave the island.
Even now, while I'm here sitting with you in this marital bed under cover of the darkness of the night, I begin to reflect what would have been of us if we had not rediscovered at the party that the Mayor of New York had offered in your honor after of defeated Al Capone and his gang.
Ah! How beautiful memories of that night were those! I remember when you told me that I can have the Medallion that you tought lost when you faced that kids gang in Bucharest, where you lived in the orphanage. How forget that day, if it was the day that we m
Guardian AngelAncestor and descendants.
Three identical water drops on their way to bringing justice and revenge. Three souls intertwined together under blood's law.
The ancestor look closely the actions of his descendants, which they carried out by the common good; he can see and feel their feelings and their dreams. He could even know who of both is more agile and fast, and who is more intelligent and cunning.
Until deceased, he knows that those two were his descendants. He knows that anytime they will find out what he had left through them and he knows, once found their inheritance, that they would do the right thing in destroy or preserve that strange artifact called the Apple of Eden.
Anyway, he was their Guardian Angel, the protector of their young souls, the only one whose message was written in the veins of both boys.
- Did you feel that? -inquired Leopold "Butters" Stotch a little dismayed.
- What? - Trent Boyett, his cousin, replicated with surprise.
- Someone... Someone is watching us...
Son of the CreedWhen I look at Bucharest's panorama from the rooftops, many memories begin to congregate in my mind. I lived my childhood and a part of my adolescence here, in this city so full of life and with so much fanfare between the orphanage, the rooftops and some than other clashes with police and with undesirable individuals.
It is curious because I have finished for helping at the law to capture criminals famous and not so famous while I wear my reporter's custome, but at the same time it is strange because I fled from the law like a criminal else when I wear my Assassin's custome. Of course, I fled from the law not to kill an innocent person, but by killing those who harm the innocent, for not to say economical, political and socially powerful people and those who manage the law at their will.
All that in the name of a Creed full of contradictory ironies.
"Nothing is true, everything is permitted".
Those are the strangely wise words that they pray as our Creed, words which in turn reflect a
Un reportero entrenado por AsesinosLa vida del joven huérfano Valentine Augustin Léroux Ynigov jamás había sido tan afortunada como cuando se había convertido en el famoso reportero Tintin.
Nunca antes había pensado convertirse en alguien famoso, en ser el enemigo de más de cinco hombres poderosos ni mucho menos en ser una especie de detective aventurero que viajase por todo el mundo, un detective que tiene el favor de líderes políticos, artistas y con personas igual de poderosas que sus enemigos.
Nunca pensó que ser reportero le traería una brillante carrera que le dejaría muchos amigos, numerosos enemigos y hermosas satisfacciones de índole personal y profesional.
Sin embargo, aquellas puertas nunca pudieron habérseles abierto de no haber sido por ese secreto tan bien guardado que él tenía detrás de sí, un secreto que ni siquiera las personas más cercanas a él se lo podían