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Assassination Through the Netherworld

You get your throat slit open by your own father only to find yourself within the infamous netherworld, will you repent? will you conquer? A mortal assassin whose hobby and profession are to topple tyrants and slaughter those that believe the law is beyond them… For such people, he’s the law! Known as the ‘Bringer of Euthanasia’, ‘La Guadaña de la Parca’, ‘Shinigami’, and so on… some addressed him as Hero, some cursed him as a bloodthirsty murderer seeking dissension, and others labelled him a heartless assassin. Be it as it may, as all things, his unholy endeavour eventually came to an end. Cornered by the most elite assault team in the world in a sealed street in the United Kingdom, Valentine met his end believing he had cleaned this world as thoroughly as he could from evil, he would get to realise that Evil has a beginning, never an end. Nothingness may finally claim his wretched soul as he believed he would never go to the same place where those he longed for remained. But, would that be the case? … So he believed until he found himself falling in a free fall, in a red sky with black clouds and three bright moons hanging on the landscape. What is this new world? … The author here, I advise this book has a ridiculous amount of sensitive content, and I don't mean lemons necessarily... read under your own discretion, this is a book about survival of the fittest about though conditions beyond anything humans could conceive, this is a book of Hell... ************* Cover by BlackSnowAngel#3884 pa-tre-on.com/photosphere https://discord.gg/6xFrX5vq

Photosphere · Fantasy
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206 Chs

Escape Through the Alleyways

"Hmmn..."

A suppressed moan coursed through the small cubicle as torrents of blood coated the floor.

Valentine pressed his crotch firmly against Fayette's as they shared the most primal of unions, she panted in lust and covered her mouth, trying to not make too much noise as Vera was laying in the pool, relaxing.

They had cleaned her body before placing her in the warm pool and then moved to the cubicle to wash themselves, privately.

But Valentine didn't feel like 'washing' right now.

...

With her glorious butt sticking out and her chest pressed firmly against the wall, Fayette panted heavily, he moved her hair to the side and kissed her cheeks, more like mawed her cheeks...

"W-We shouldn't... V-Vale, you're injured..." She had tried to stop him with the same strength a child stops an adult, any advance he'd try to pull in that regard was likely something she wasn't going to ever resist.