The Assassin's Dominus

The Assassin's Dominus

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Alessia Sumiens arrives home in the aftermath of a burglary, or that's what it seems at first. With her mom bleeding out at her desk and her home launched into a darkness she can only survive on her training and intuition. Making her way blindly through the house all senses zone in on a voice coming from the kitchen. "I don't know where the girl is! All that's here is the dead mom...Yeah I know you need her...no I'm not leaving a job half done...yeah Ill stay and wait...Yes Sir" As she turns to leave the house and the man inside Alessia is pulled back by her waist and losses consciousness as a rag is pressed over her mouth and nose, the smell of lavender lulling her into a deep sleep.
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In a little Italian town lives Valentina, a young girl that lives a normal life with her family. Her life is turned upside down the day her school is attacked by a group of unknown individuals with supernatural abilities. She winds up dragged in a story and scheme much larger than her that will decide of the fate of humanity. The blaring of the facility's sirens covered the sound of the guard's body falling on the white floor. His limbs were unresponsive, lying in a pool of blood that soaked his hefty military gear. He wished he didn't have it on him when hell broke loose. He might have been able to run faster and escape, but it was too late. It had all happened in a matter of seconds. Before he could react, his colleagues had already turned on each other, killing mercilessly. He hoped to close his eyes and wake up by his wife's side as she prepared dinner for their two daughters. There, he would be at peace. He wouldn't have to experience his comrades' pain and the same sorry fate that awaited him. His heart raced as the unnatural sound of fracturing bones echoed through the narrow corridors he once thought he was safe in. It would soon be his turn. The door he had desperately tried to reach during his escape opened. A boy who appeared to be in his early teens walked through. He had soft facial features and short black hair that looked like it had been cut in a rush. It was not so much because of the boy's blood-drenched clothes that he looked like the one responsible for the gruesome incident, but rather because of that sinister look in his hazel eyes.

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