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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 I

"When is that demon coming to get the weapons?" Before delving further into their adventure, Valentine had to make sure they were not compromised; there is a certain matter that has to be addressed and is the treasure they have plundered from the carriages.

Weapons, currency, explosives... the three of them had already plundered what's of use, weapons for themselves, explosives and why not? money... never aware if they're going to someday step into that Burning Wrath City; money will be needed.

"He should be with you in a day or two... I hope you have distributed the shares correctly, otherwise..." Warcroft's relatively peaceful voice came from the other side of his badge, the surprise he had obtained at the fact that the 'objective' hadn't been around the carriages when they attacked, seemed to have been erased out of his mind.