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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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Hell In the Wake of Heaven

The pair of auburn and blonde beauties finally entered the pub after a small journey of two, three gates visited, three gates heavily guarded.

They met a Valentine who was dressed in messy clothes and looked rather exasperated, moreover... it looked like he was waiting for something.

And the atmosphere was thick and musky.

"You're back..." He said in resignation but curiously or perhaps not, neither of the two women answered.

"..."

"..."

Both Vera and Fayette furrowed their brows and moved their gazes all around, the room looked... normal, but the bed sheets were changed... and... there is some weird smell.

The bedsheets aren't the problem, the problem is the smell and his appearance.

Valentine sighed and his visage grew even more outraged, that woman... he should have just gone and washed with her, why the fuck did she last so long!?

'There is nothing to do anymore... just take it like a champ.'

*THUD!*