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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 Frontal Stab

Valentine and Elizabeth had joint in a journey for freedom in the dark alleways, at least that's what the noble lady believed.

She followed Valentine unquestioningly; trusting that he would find a way out... for centuries she had never fallen prey to the shadow creatures; this darker world was unknown to her.

'He knows the way out...' those were her thoughts, fueled by more than mere confidence, perhaps fueled by feelings or a sense of security that never existed before.

When Valentine slumped against the wall, tired and still unable to find the location of that room. 

'The mental toll of just being in this place... ridiculous.' He has been in prison before, but it couldn't possibly compare to this. 

"Are we making any progress?" Elizabeth asked, sitting beside him as clingy as always, in this darker room, aside from her red shiny eyes, he could barely see her.