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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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Star-Crossed Mahogany Tree

After the earlier turmoil, the current silence could be called as anything if not comforting.

"I can't believe we're still alive..." Fayette's breathing had already gained a resemblance of normalcy.

"Yes, that was... hectic." Her couple nodded continually, holding the burning flesh of his hand that was slowly regenerating.

He leaned against the wall right beside her, always with his other hand on the 'ground' in case any unexpected event took place, his gaze moved back and forth between the two paths of the corridor, also ready to take on anyone that arrived and wanted to play games or get funny.

'The mist seemed to be becoming bleak in this region. We need to move'

"..." Vera didn't say anything else, she just lay on Fayette's lap with her hand covering her eyes, feeling the slight itch coming from her re-growing flesh.