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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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Pleasing Taboo II

Opening his eyes, Valentine found himself in his room beneath a thin silky sheet.

Memories of the previous night kicked in, what a degree of madness he had committed.

But such a pleasure madness it was.

A part of him felt giddy at the prospect of yet another romance, but the target of that love. It was unprecedented.

Searching around he didn't find her in the bed.

'I came inside my mother...' He pressed the pillow against his face and exhaled deeply, it was too late for consideration, what's done is done and they can only move forward.

Lifting his tired body out of the bed he rubbed his overworked waists and prepared for yet another day, expecting his mother to be on her way to work.

But that wasn't the case.

...

"Good morning, son~" Annabelle greeted him happily from the other side of the countertop, wearing a delightful apron with formal clothing beneath.