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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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A Cascade of Grief II *

It was a great house in the west-end, the place he could call as 'home' back then. 

It hadn't been that long since he left his mother with Christine, the beauty hadn't mentioned a word, one of her oddities these days, she refused to talk about the engagement. 

"Ahn~!" 

While his thoughts were clouded by a dark future in which Christine would no longer be his, his wife, Francesca Anglesey, held him like her dearest possessions, moaning wantonly as he spread her insides, seeking to release his seed in that tight spot. 

"V-Valentine HMN~ I love you!~" The duchess stole his lips with all the passion she could muster. 

Blonde, breathtaking, a body that the majority of women would envy, she tried to satisfy her husband as much as she could. 

"I love you too." He thrusted harder, delivering the climax of feelings, there wasn't falsehood in his words, however... she is not Christine. 

"Hmn~!"