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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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206 Chs

Until Fate Reunites Us, Once More...

"Uffff..." 

Three sweaty bodies fell on the bed, a musky scent permeating them.

Both ladies embraced their man tightly and breathed roughly, releasing a hazy breath with every exhalation.

Ultimate infatuation filled their eyes and the same had to be said for Valentine who embraced both of their waists tightly against him, feeling as if he was in a dream of some sort.

"We won't get pregnant, right? you didn't put a cloth." Vera asked and touched the overflowing seed that came out of her crotch, a bit of apprehension together with a degree of expectation clouded her mind, however, Valentine and Fayette looked at one another at the word that she mentioned, especially Valentine, painful thoughts moved through his mind, the curse of imagination.

"A cloth?" He stuttered, that must be painful.