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[NBA + System + Campus Queen + Tycoon] Tang Lei found himself transported into the body of a Warriors player and activated the “God of Basketball” system. Not tall enough? Boost it! Wingspan too short? Extend it! Vertical leap lacking? Enhance it! From that moment, the legendary rise of a new basketball superstar began… Durant: “He’s a mismatch for everyone.” Steph Curry: “His three-point shooting is in a league of its own.” LeBron James: “Tang is an incredible player, no question about it…” Ja Morant, Luka Dončić: “It feels like we’ve been playing in his shadow all along…”

Stanley Berkowitz is your average vertically challenged nerd with an abrasive attitude living in recluse from the outside world when his life inexplicably changes when a dimensionally displaced Succubus princess that looks eerily familiar fell through a portal and landed in his back yard. Advance chapters available on my Patreon at 'Streggaeworks'

"They began to make love against the library shelves which creaked with their movement. It is common enough at such times to fantasize arriving in a remote high place. He imagined himself strolling on a smooth, rounded mountain summit, suspended between two higher peaks. He was in an unhurried, reconnoitering mood, with time to go to a rocky edge and take a glimpse of the near-vertical scree down which he would shortly have to thrown himself. It was a temptation to leap into clear space now, but he was a man of the world and he could walk away and wait. It was not easy, for he was being drawn back and he had to resist ... She was calling to him, inviting him, murmuring in his ear. Exactly so. They would jump together. He was with her now, peering into an abyss, and they saw how the scree plunged down through the cloud. Hand in hand, they would fall backward." Here are many Hottest Sex Scenes,... Because Words Can Turn You On Too Just read the first couple of scenes in this book and you’ll find steamy, romantic, arousing sex writing. Writing that doesn’t make you cringe from bad prose. Writing that offers a number of pleasures to be had — psychological, word-play, beautiful descriptions. These are some damn fine love scenes. Please know that I tried my best to write racy scenes that illustrated a wide range of human sexuality. If I did not happen to hit upon your specific form of sexual entertainment, I humbly apologize in advance (but seriously — there must be something here that entertains you).

* IN THE MAHAKAILASA, IN THE HIGHEST VERTICAL TIMEZONE WHERE PARAMASHIVA RESIDES, CELEBRATES THE COMPLETION OF SHUDHADVAITA PARAMASHIVA SAYUJYA MUKTHI OF 292 GURU MAHASANNIDHANAM SRI LA SRI ARUNAGIRINATHA JNANASAMBANDHA DESIKA PARAMACHARYA SWAMIGAL.

It is just an ordinary night, but for Alexa this is the first night to make the starting step that leads her to achieve her goal and views in life. Alexa believes in the underground business and illegal movements outside the governments do exist in here country, she had been consider herself to be obsessed of thinking about how that it worked and being unnoticeable for the others. Present Day Alexa is currently waiting inside the small bar watching her target to finished the transaction of it's business associate. There is two gentleman speaks for each other about business they wanted to deal with and Alexa knows what business they were talking about to, the two gentleman has three bodyguards each of them a total of eigth guys she'll going to deal with if she's not able to hit her target directly. Her target is the seller of the item which is sitting vertically apart with her. After a few more minutes of thinking the gentleman started to both shakehands, so she stood up and started to walk across her target and reveal her hiding hands with the black 45calibre gun inside her black coat, aiming it into her target and pulled the trigger to his and, bang. As she saw her target falls down and crowd starts to panic she run outside headed to a black car waiting for her to get out of that place.

VERTICAL TIME ZONES By HDH Nithyananda Paramashivam Webinar on the Nature of Reality, Cosmology and Consciousness Powerful Shaktipad to experience Superconsciousness! Sep 8th, 7.30am IST http://bit.ly/VerticalTimeZones VERTICAL TIME ZONES Mind Blowing New Live Webinar on the Nature of Reality, Time, Matter, Cosmology, and Consciousness 8th September, 7.30am IST By His Divine Holiness Bhagavan Sri Nithyananda Paramashivam Wake up to a different Time Zone, not in another part of the World but in another world itself! Did you know that you exist simultaneously in 14 dimensions of the universe? Watch this free live webinar as His Divine Holiness expounds on reality and what HDH calls “vertical time zones” and other planes of existence. Featuring a live online initiation “Paramashivoham” from His Divine Holiness SIGNUP : http://bit.ly/VerticalTimeZones His Divine Holiness Nithyananda Paramashivam is the reviver of Kailaasa - the enlightened civilization, the greatest & only Hindu nation. He is revered, regarded & worshiped as the Living Avatar (incarnation) of superconsciousness by millions. HDH manifests all the best contributions Hinduism offers to the world like science of power manifestation, yoga, temple based lifestyle while being subjected to all the worst persecution Hinduism faces by the atheist & casteist terrorists, because of His scientific, progressive, pragmatic human rights conscious approach towards life & gender equality stand. HDH is the 293rd Guru Mahasannidhanam (Pontiff) of the oldest Shaiva Aadheenam (temple monastery complex) - Madurai Aadheenam; He is the founder of the largest Shaiva Aadheenam - Bengaluru Aadheenam; He is declared as the Acharya Mahamandaleshwar (spiritual head) of Atal Akhada & Mahanirvani Peetha. HDH is the founder of Nithyananda Hindu University - world's largest Hindu University

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be in a love triangle. Well, Mei has even more vertices than a triangle. She has a curse that is full of love, but she is full of hate toward that love.

In the swamp, mosquitoes danced, and a five-meter long bay crocodile was firmly bound at the snout, its vertical pupils gleaming with ferocity. At that moment, a young man cover in mud was straddling it, and he was very modest in the face of audience's praise. "I'm Bi Fang, a professional explorer. I have trekked atop the roof of the world and traversed through the Valley of Death, and I've even challenged the mysterious Amazon. Even the National Geographic has named me the world's premier survival expert, the king of the wild at the top of the food chain, but trust me, that's all an overstatement..." Under the crimson clouds, Bi Fang silently tightened the rope in his hand and, seeing that the bay crocodile beneath him had finally stopped struggling, he pulled out the Hunting Knife and killed it with a single strike to the underside of its jaw. "Today is the second day of survival. I thought I would have to endure another hungry night, but now it seems, dinner has taken care of itself."

Jedediah Windstrung is the Vampire Lord of Village Blackburn. For years, he lived alone in the Mansion until one day, on a dark night, he encounters a human– Rosaline Langford, who willingly offers her blood to him in seek of help for her ill sister. Intrigued by her innocence, Jedediah opens his home to her. And thus the sacrificial lamb enters the lion’s den. — Her breath hitched, and she pressed her back tightly against the bed poster. Jedediah's finger grazed her soft skin, and the blood oozed out of the cut. He leaned closer to the crook of her neck and inhaled the scent of her blood. "If I taste you, the consequences will be dangerous," he whispered in her ear. "The Vampire Lord has saved my sis-sister, so I must fulfill my promise," Rosaline affirmed. Her fingers pressed tightly on the vertical column when he brushed his rough lips on her earlobe. "But what if I ask for your body instead of your blood?" A devilish smirk appeared on his lips.

Very many enormous amount of very!! Can he unvery vertical?? Practically animal yell... Us, you, free, us, dragon.

Her enemy has invited a Young Highschool girl aria to a virtual world to unknowingly kill her..with the help of a boy who is the owner of that vertical world

Monsters known as werewolves are scattered on this continent. They hang out in villages during the day and wait for opportunities to devour humans at night. Dill was an Oriental orphan bought from the port by the big witches with a dozen dill spices. As a trainee witch, she soon came to the first village and swore to find the werewolf and win the favor of humans' belief. But one night, the handsome guy who had been rejected during the day knocked on the door of his room with a cute and naughty smile. He blinked his golden vertical pupils, his canine teeth slightly exposed under his lips and asked, "Now, are you still saying no?" The handsome little wolf with chocolate fur is dedicated to taking away the little witch with the seasoning potion.

In 5020 the Earth's poles shifted 90° causing the earth to rotate upside down. From rotating horizontally to vertically, this is caused by the earth's magnetic poles that were once in the north and south of the earth moving to the west and east of the earth. This caused a great catastrophe for mankind. How is the continuation of humans on earth? Can they survive or will they perish along with the changing of the earth. And here's Rewind.

Four people, from different walks of life, meet for a cause much larger than their lives and everything they hold dear. As soon as they meet, a rectangle is formed. The four horsemen have to preserve the rectangle at any cost. But they can never let diagonals form between the vertices. Because that would bring hell on earth.

In the heart of The Dread City, a brutal vertical metropolis where only the ruthless survive, Ren emerges from The Pit, a forgotten underworld of darkness and depravity. Scarred and inhumanly pale, Ren has endured the city's most terrifying depths, driven by a single desire: to reach the top and see the mythological sun, a distant symbol of hope in a world ruled by violence and despair. As he ascends, Ren must navigate savage gangs, twisted rulers, and his own fading humanity in a relentless quest for survival and freedom. In a city where the weak are prey, will Ren rise, or will he become another shadow in the endless night?

A 4.5 feet Blue Bipedal like a human but with three eyes (one vertically on the forehead), no nose, and white hair standing with many like his own, all wearing the same type of weird coat and spectacles. He looked at the ceiling of a futuristic spaceship as a look of unwillingness and despair showed on his face. At this time, a voice sounded in the head of all 'Aunkars'. It was majestic and emotionless as it spoke "You all have touched upon a subject you shouldn't have." And then, **BOOM** Aunkars are no more.

America buys ranches! Buy a Manor in Europe! Build a fishing ground! Gourmet restaurants spread all over the world. Manage islands and turn islands into nations! The sea is vertical and horizontal, the sea is his paradise, there are countless shipwreck treasures on the sea floor, …!Treasures of Pirates of the Caribbean, Ancient Maritime Silk Road of the South China Sea, Wrecks of Venetian merchants in the Mediterranean, Wrecks of Vikings of the Baltic, …From Chen Rui’s acquisition of pregnant sea beads, everything became possible. This is a story of a great sea adventurer from the island owner to the king. The plot is reasonable, moderate YY, absolutely cool

In a land where creatures known as werewolves lurk, they mingle with the villagers by day and prowl for human prey by night. Rosemary, an orphan purchased by the grand witches with a dozen bundles of Rosemary spice from the harbor, has swiftly arrived at her first village as an apprentice witch, vowing to uncover the werewolves and earn the faith of humanity. Yet, on a single moonlit eve, the dashing young man who had been rebuffed during the day knocked on her door, his smile charming and mischievous. With a twinkle in his golden, vertical pupils and a hint of canines beneath his lips, he inquired, "Now, do you still refuse?" The handsome young wolf with chocolate-colored fur is dedicated to carrying away the potion-mixing little witch.

The Prospects: The only memento of the last race, an ancient series of structures akin to a labyrinth. Many instances of rooms take place within them, outstretching vertically, horizontally, and diagonally. Each room is a test, but the deeper a delver goes, the more severe each level becomes. This, however, doesn’t deter the most brave of the delvers, as they seek to the reach the all-rune that lies at the bottom. Demias and Alyssa are two such adventurers, revered across the entire world. They are the epitome of delvers, the perfect example, and they are the closest any human being has ever gotten to the bottom floor. Not just the state, but the entire continent depends on their success in the runes capture. Whether for study, for fame, or for power, the Prospects have an incentive for any human to delve into its depths.

Once, two great masters possessing immense powers decided to face each other. They fought intensely for years, but the battle didn't yield a clear winner. They then changed the approach, tossing a coin to let luck decide the victor. However, the coin fell vertically, and no matter what they did, they couldn't get results. They had the brilliant idea of creating two disciples who would face each other over five years. Kronos was one of the chosen ones, absorbing all the knowledge imparted by his master. Despite the master sensing that one day his student would surpass him, there was concern about the strength of the other disciple, Kronos's adversary. After the five years, Kronos was more than ready to confront his opponent. Upon reaching the battlefield, he didn't find his adversary but discovered a paper with words written on it: "You three are crazy." These were the last words left by the deserter adversary. "It hurts to know that I am not Kronos."

In a civilized society with colorful lights, many aspects of the story we already know, there are good and bad parts that happen every day. Like some murders that ordinary police can not solve and murders that do not come from the work of ordinary people. A group of terrorists who hunt people for entertainment and food. They are known as the Black Blood, a group of mysterious assassins. But no-one know what they look like and where they live. Of course, due to the presence of a group of bad guys with special spiritual powers, there are also royal police officers who are active in resolving those cases. But some difficult cases are not immediately resolved by the police. Therefore, if any relatives of the victims want to get information about the specific cause of the murder and the crime, they can use a special service to hire a private detective agency called zenith. The zenith group was contacted through a telephone system with the number 00 and the voice of a woman answering the phone. The voice of the automatic machine will tell you to dial 1 or 2 to use the service you need. If you dial 1, your number will be redirected to the normal media service area. But if you choose 2 numbers as a special service, you hear people telling you where to make an appointment. The zenith is a group of people with special powers and originated from a mysterious aristocracy with the backing of special civil servants behind their backs. The bloodthirsty Wright, and a gamble by life begins. Zenith The zenith is an imaginary point directly "above" a particular location, on the imaginary celestial sphere. "Above" means in the vertical direction (plumb line) opposite to the gravity direction at that location (nadir). The zenith is the "highest" point on the celestial sphere. The formation of the zenith team is made up of a special group of people with the same views and ideas, adhering to the success and high level of progress. The group works privately with the government to hunt down black blood terrorists. Zenith teams Grandpa Kira Lexi Eisuke (永祐 ) Yamada Mimi Sara ( 冴咲 ) Aiyaka Wan Fei Jin&Lin Officer dealers Sen & Ayaka Monster Monster boy CX Monster girl XC Monster girl XCX Monster twins XY Monster boy XXC Monster girl XXZ Monster boy ZX Monster girl XXT

In a civilized society with colorful lights, many aspects of the story we already know, there are good and bad parts that happen every day. Like some murders that ordinary police can not solve and murders that do not come from the work of ordinary people. A group of terrorists who hunt people for entertainment and food. They are known as the Black Blood, a group of mysterious assassins. But no-one know what they look like and where they live. Of course, due to the presence of a group of bad guys with special spiritual powers, there are also royal police officers who are active in resolving those cases. But some difficult cases are not immediately resolved by the police. Therefore, if any relatives of the victims want to get information about the specific cause of the murder and the crime, they can use a special service to hire a private detective agency called zenith. The zenith group was contacted through a telephone system with the number 00 and the voice of a woman answering the phone. The voice of the automatic machine will tell you to dial 1 or 2 to use the service you need. If you dial 1, your number will be redirected to the normal media service area. But if you choose 2 numbers as a special service, you hear people telling you where to make an appointment. The zenith is a group of people with special powers and originated from a mysterious aristocracy with the backing of special civil servants behind their backs. The bloodthirsty Wright, and a gamble by life begins. Zenith The zenith is an imaginary point directly "above" a particular location, on the imaginary celestial sphere. "Above" means in the vertical direction (plumb line) opposite to the gravity direction at that location (nadir). The zenith is the "highest" point on the celestial sphere. The formation of the zenith team is made up of a special group of people with the same views and ideas, adhering to the success and high level of progress. The group works privately with the government to hunt down black blood terrorists. Zenith teams Grandpa Kira Lexi Eisuke (永祐 ) Yamada Mimi Sara ( 冴咲 ) Aiyaka Wan Fei Jin&Lin Officer dealers Kentaro Sen & Ayaka Monster Leader of monster Hatachi Monster girl OZ Monster girl OV Monster girl OJ Monster boy OG Monster girl OS Monster girl OA Monster girl OW Monster girl OB Monster girl OQ Monster boy OY

DARK PSYCHOLOGICAL ROMANTIC THRILLER  ......... The feeling of being trapped in closed space is terrifying however to be trapped in one's own body is a nightmare. Their consciences are both filled with remorse and shame, drowning them in misery. When an ex soldier with dark history gets accosted by the Predator in Paradise, she suppresses her weaknesses to be a survivor. Humanity Fear Remorse Principles He was a victim, escalating into an unstable parasite with an unsatiated craving for blood and pain. ~An evil is not born ~Agony molds you ~Numbs your feelings A hardcore evil is born as one suffers where redemption and retribution is all that he can desire... Some sins can be irreversible Will he lose his chance to atone for his crimes and quench his dolour? She is cynical and despises having episodes of emotional meltdown. She became familiar with the slow and overwhelming pain when there is no closure. She is his perfect match. She drives him toward insanity. Beautifully broken, both having scars staining the soul.  Pain soothes agony. ......... His pov I believe my heart has been devoid of love and affection since then. Not a single soul knew about my miserable life, the pathetic life of this lone wolf, the Ive Michaelson who brags around with his immense power and inhumane heart. The aftermath of that horrible incident was me lying on that cold floor. I dragged my butterfly knife to my wrist. I carved vertical lines which meant I'd bled faster and die faster. People who cut horizontally across the wrists in light lines never really wanted to die subconsciously. They fear death. But I knew better. I meant business. I had cut a deeper slash than last time. But I can't die yet. I grabbed my arms attempting to stop the flow. I wrapped my handkerchief around it. But it won't hurt me to try. Maybe I'll succeed if it's my lucky day. ......... Her pov No human is deemed worthy for life in his eyes. He wet his lips and tilted his head to the side like a complete psychopath, lowering his head a bit. He was gawking at me with those amber eyes turned slightly red. He smiled. Inhumane. I felt fear. Cold fear. The same nauseated feeling came back as he kept that smile while the second tear left his eye. Pain and only pain was visible in them. "That's why you are special. Now I must return this favour askim" he whispered. That craziness surfacing little by little in his smile made it hard for me to breathe. He was sick. ......... I believe in liberal and non sexist views which are portrayed in this book. The male leads can be really fucked up & intrigue characters. The female leads are equally strong and evil. Each character has his own perspective & emotional experiences which mould him into the kind of individual he is & explain the reasons for his particular behaviors. CONTENT AND/OR TRIGGER WARNING: Scenes of drug use, sexual abuse, harassment, self harm, violence & mature language which may be triggering for some readers. I don't plagiarize others otherwise it's purely coincidental.

History is one of the oldest subjects of study. By history we understand the breadth, comprehensiveness, variety and extent of learning experi­ences, provided by the study of a particular subject. The growth of history has accompanied with the growth of human race. Thus history and man are inter-related or that history is a story of human race from beginning up to the present day. History at present is no more confined to the study of political activities of man but it also includes a study of his achievements in the physical, social, economic, religious, philosophical, literary, artistic, cultural, industrial, technological and scientific fields, starting from ancient times up to the modern age. In this way its scope is very wide and varied in fact as wide as the world and as long as the existence of man on earths. History links the present of mankind with his past. We cannot say that future is outside the scope of history. Experiences of history will form the history of tomorrow and in this way history is connected with future as well. The most interesting fact about the extent and comprehensiveness of history is that today we hear of “History of Art,” “History of Culture,” History of Civilization,” “History of Religion,” “History of Music,” “History of Geography,””History of Physics,” “History of Philosophy,” “History of Education,” “History of Biology,” “History of the Atom,” “History of Literature,” “History of Mathematics,” and History of what not. A learned speaker on a political, religious, literary or any other platform connected with any field of human activity, will place before his audience pure and simple history, connected with the life and achievements of some past of great human beings and nothing else. This makes the scope of history almost limitless, which knows no ends and also speaks of the importance of history as a teaching subject in schools and colleges. Thus, history has expanded both vertically and horizontally. Its close connection with the allied fields of human sciences, has given new effects to historical studies. In the words of Lord Action, “If the past has been an obstacle and a burden, a knowledge of past is the safest and surest emancipation”. In the words of E. Lewis Hasluck, “knowledge of history illumines the whole of human life. It adds to our knowledge of the existing state of world, a knowledge in which the human society and institution has grown up, a knowledge for future.” From the above discussion at becomes clear that the subject of history has no frontiers and that it is limitless and fathomless ocean, with no ends in view. However for instructional purposes in schools and colleges, we have to limit its scope and frontiers. For deriving fullest benefit of historical studies, we should place before our students the broad out-lines of development down the ages on one hand and the detailed study of a short period of history, on the other. The former will provide the whole sweep of the story of the past while die latter will give die varied aspects of the life of a people for a chosen period. In this way bodies the vertical and horizontal aspects of story will be studied together and provide full benefit to the education of our rising generation.

In normal circumstances, we simply grow old, we don't grow up. Growing Old is one thing, growing up is another total different thing. Every plant, animal and human grow old. But only humans have the tendency of growing up. When we say we are growing, we don't grow on one spot. Stagnancy isn't an emblem of growing. Someone or something must move in a given direction. Growing is just about the movement from one level to another. Either horizontally or vertically and either a step upward or a step forward. Growing old and growing up are aired by a popular pilot known as change. Be it from small to big, from short to tall, from foolishness to wisdom. A man of Ignorance into becoming the knowledgeable. A man with the spirit of extravaganza into becoming a man that is an economizer. All still talks about a driving or moving force. Something that removes an individual from one spot and placing him to another. That's the more reason a man cannot be foolish and be wise at the same time. But he can either get more foolish or more wise. He can either get poorer or richer. He can either become less spiritually sound or more spiritually sound. And other various examples you can also come to think of. Ageing is simply about change. Why do you actually think those jokes you heard while you were still a little kid have little or no effect on your current state of humour? Why is it that those nice boots you used in playing football during your primary school days no longer size your feet? Why is it that the way guys are coming to get attracted to you, is extremely different from the time when you were still 9 year old? Growing Old is an horizontal line that draws us closer to our grave. Growing Up is a vertical line that makes us admit that we are getting closer to the grave and still driving us into the reality cave. Let me make this clearer. Growing old will only make us physically and biologically mature, but it is the content we feed our mindset that will make us grow up. No wonder there are several aged people out there, who still don't have matured sense of reasoning. Please, I don't want you to blame them. They are only just passing through the door series of growing old and not through the sequential gates of growing up. Your mindset is the sole centre for growing up in every sphere of your life. It is what you feed your mindset that will determine of how your destiny and your future will be set. Now, my question for you is, what do you feed your mindset with, which is the sole centre of your all-round maturity with? Growing old and growing up both have limit, because you cannot live on this earth forever. But so far you're still living to grow old, growing up doesn't end. You cannot continue to learn anything new, once the process of your growing old is being terminated. "You'll stop growing up, the moment you stop growing old." Growing up is an option for everyone. It all depends on you, whether to activate the button or not.

"Hey, short stack." Tao leaned on the wall with his hands I his pockets. "Are you calling me?" With her height, Mimi Ann had never been called 'short'. "Who else is short here?" She looked around and surely she was the shortest person around the basketball team. "Why are you calling me that though?" The young man shrugged, "Because you're vertically challenged?" "I'm one hundred and seventy seven centimetres tall! I am actually considered a tall human being." Tao smirked arrogantly then walked to her and bend his back so that He looked at her face, "Little freezer, this is the basketball court not a studio. Go sing somewhere else." She gritted her teeth and stomped out muttering, "Little Freezer? What's with his nicknames?" Tao liked teasing her and seeing her angry face. He laughed, "Because you're a little duckling, I have to bend down to talk to you... Like I do when I want to take something from the freezer." he chuckled and watching her stomp out even angrier. After her mother's death Mimi Ann, a beautiful seventeen year old girl, meets the father she has never met before and had hated all her life for that reason. She has half siblings and schoolmates who look down on her as an illegitimate child. Worst of all, she has never met these people but has to move from Zimbabwe to China right after her mother's burial. At her new school she finds her solution in a co-ed wannabe unpopular band that is known as the school outcasts. She joins them to compete with her half sister to get on her father's nerves with the hopes of being chased back to the home she grew up in and was comfortable. While she is at it she falls for one of the popular boys at school, Zi Tao, a basketball top star and life just turns hectic. Looking at the three people in the room for the first time Mimi Ann smirked, "So this is where the school outcasts hang?" A beautiful young woman with white hair frowned, "Some may call us that but we are a legit band." "What do you call yourselves?" "BARD." answered one of the two boys. Mimi Ann frowned, "What's that? What does that mean?" "We took the B from BTS or BTOB, they are very popular Korean bands and the ARD is from KARD a popuar Co-ed group just like us." Mimi Ann choked on her own spit, "What? Does your band live off other bands? No wonder you are deemed the school outcasts but I'm here now to change everything, starting with your copycat nature." the girl smiled confidently. Follow Mimi Ann's journey into her new life as she tries to fit into a new family, country and school.

• Angel of Death;The Chronicles of Cain Synopsis:        As lore and legends has always made us believe since the ancient times, of a place full of torment and despair, specifically meant for those who out of there ignorance goes against the laws of creation .In the deepest part of this realm of darkness and damnation known to most as Hell lies a discreet and darker chamber called the Dome of Cain.         This discreet chamber situated at the bottom of this ungodly realm houses the worst of all creation; the souls of murderers, human souls who broke the most sacred law of creation, by taking the life of another, worst case scenario; this place of unspeakable terror was home to the most gruesome of all of creation ; Death, the eternal governor of the pit. If Death ever had a throne, on this plane was the throne of Death sited deep within the labyrinth of corridors which ran through the mighty dark castle towering the murky atmosphere of the bottom of the pit, filled  with visible trail of smoke emanating from the green-hot flowing lava which form canals through the rocky terrain, most times flowing into what seem like a river of it.           The castle top was the highest perch in these desolate plain, built into the rocky wall which surrounded this plane, extending vertically right into the clouds which was formed by the accumulation of the dark smokes from the burning brimstone, yet right above this cloud the wall extended further right unto the next plane, which made it seem more like a giant well ,which was the more reason why it was called the pit by most .These walls rooted right on the rocky bottom trampled and worked upon by desperate souls scattered all over the desolate scene, breaking through the heavy rocks mining for Azroth, a rare ore extracted from brimstone, working tirelessly to prevent the slash from  heavy chains held by the creatures which where once the soul of men, turned into killing machines, by Death ,through a popular sports known as the Death-match in this parts.          These cursed souls after having to kill there way through a hundred murderous souls, all candidates of the untimely death-match, the last man standing being the sole-survivor walks out of the pit; the arena for the death-match, with its title as a Reaper; a member of Deaths creed of assassins, if ever every system of government was to have an executive, then the Reapers were Deaths military order, whose operation was within and without this underworld. For it is from those who make it through series of this matches specially designed to get rid of the numerous souls cast into this pit, that Death picks out his ferocious killers sent back to earth through a back door to do his dirty biddings, making them believe it was the only way to there salvation.

In a world built with lies, does the truth still matters? Who cares about the truth? When we're all slaves to power. .*. Her sharp sword reflects the moonlight as she drags its tip across the blood-stained floor with her right hand. Her floor-length white nightgown⁠- now stained red with blood flutters as she walks barefoot in the dimly lit hallway, slashing anyone who comes her way without mercy. The pupils of her eyes turned into a dark shade of red with golden streaks, filled with rage, she could only see red. She walked until she made it outside the east palace, her home— her prison. Several assassins appeared out of nowhere and attacks her altogether, before they could even touch a single strand of her hair, they were suppressed mid-air, unable to control their bodies. The swords they were holding fell to the ground as their hands try to pry off the invisible hand tightly squeezing their necks. "That's just the first step of suffering you'll have to endure, soon your blood will flow backward and out every hole in your body." Seconds after, the words she uttered happened and the assassins fell lifeless on the hard cold cement floor, bathing with their blood. Not bothering to spare them a glance, she continued her pursuit and walked forward. Arriving at the main palace, she scans her surroundings before going inside. Just as she excepted, six assassins flew down from the ceiling and launched toward her. They were much stronger than the ones sent to her residence. "This isn't too bad for a warm-up." Raising her sword vertically, she parried an attack. Kicking the opponent's knees, she hopped and landed on the other assassin's shoulder causing him to tumble back with a loud thud. Without falling with him, she turns mid-air and twirled her sword, slashing the previous assassin in the neck, whose attack she blocked earlier. Veering around, she slashed the torso of the assassin behind her, landing on the marble floor. She released her sword, and it floated, and moved on its own accord towards the three remaining assassins, piercing their hearts in one swift manner before returning to her right hand's grasp. As she walks forward more assassins appeared, and getting impatient she decided to use magic. "Halt." With a single command, everyone came to an abrupt stop, others who lunged toward her were left floating mid-air. "Hell's Tango." After uttering the command, the assassins were able to move again, but could only attack one another. She took a few steps and stopped before the palace's golden double doors, that's separating the throne room and the receiving area. She just woke up from a deep slumber, she didn't expect to be welcomed this way. She closed her eyes as if trying to calm down, everyone close to her is gone. Their deaths shall not be in vain. Inhale... Exhale... Inhale... Exhale... She sharply opened her eyes, and a gust of find blew from her back and pushed the double doors apart. Smirking, she looked at the person across her, sitting on the golden throne. . . . . . . . Instead of attacking, she stretched her limbs and yawned. "I was asleep for so long... did you miss me?"