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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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The Origin of Hatred III

This time it was Fayette who reluctantly swallowed the crystal, she followed what Valentine had been talking to her about.

Resisting the urge to vomit, she ingested the disgusting thing until nothing was left, who knows who that soul belonged to, it doesn't matter... it belongs to her now.

"Don't worry, it will taste better once you get used to it!" Vera patted and rubbed her back with a condescending smile as if trying to say 'fight'.

Valentine too rubbed her palm, he's well aware of how disgusting those things are.

"..."

'That doesn't sound reassuring, Vera...' Fayette growled inwardly.

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While the Marques of the Burning Wrath City went through a restless period, he wasn't the only one with concerns in his mind.

The Soultorrent Trench.

Unexpected hallow river amidst the deserts of hell, like an oasis for the wretched souls, one they'd come to regret entering.