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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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Forbidden II *

Valentine entered his room while feeling a mild headache, subsequently heading to the toilet; then sat on it while rubbing his forehead, no thoughts came to mind, he simply remained silent until the stomachache left.

The train of thought in his head was one he desired to get rid of, 'What the hell am I thinking...?' 

He held both collars in his hand and clenched them before standing up once again with a slightly clearer view.

Leaving the toilet, Valentine headed back to his room where the big window portrayed the dark night, his mind mumbling as he touched his collars yet again, not sleepy at all.

*KNOCK*

Someone knocked on the door, and it was obvious who the person was.

It took him several seconds in which he considered to just remaining silent, but in the end, he couldn't.

"Enter, mom."

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