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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

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Forsaking the Curse I

Valentine sat, hugging his knees, not having left this room for even a moment, not having moved at all.

He just sat there, thinking.

In front of him, there were two corpses, one of them, a headless demon whose corpse had begun to rot, the other, a gruesome angel... consumed on miasma that had lost its effect, leaving a gruesome corpse.

'What should I do now?' That is what he asked himself, it has been three weeks.

The miasma around the rock hadn't dissipated, many times he had wondered if he should just leave.

Not a single shadow creature or blood maiden had come, he had heard steps from the other sides of the walls but never... never had any of them stepped in here.

*THUD!*

*THUD!*

The steps continued to revere, this time, however, not to the sides... above.

He decided to just wait, now that his guide is long gone, what else can he do? he had killed Sadaceus, an action that didn't result to be a mistake...