Betrayed and abandoned by the people who gave him life.
Turned into a tool of murder without the chance to choose another path.
Death and blood became nothing but a nasty routine.
Tired of all, he put an end to that life.
And now a new world welcomes him.
Either to be its savior or its doom.
Roberto Díaz Medina, the once right hand of the Mexican mafia boss is summoned to another world along with a group of teenagers to become the heroes that will defeat the demon lord.
Unluckily for Roberto, the blessing of the gods was not provided to him.
Instead, a curse that demands the essence of every living being is his main weapon.
A weapon that comes with an evil conscience that waits patiently to take control over his body, and command an entire army of undead beings to erase every light of life in their way.
Roberto will have to face many obstacles to go back home.
Lethal magical beasts, mad cultists, disgusting demons, and aristocrats are just some of the obstacles Roberto will have to surpass.
Whether he uses violence or words, he will try to walk through the path of virtue.
But what virtue can achieve a cruel and machiavellian murderer like him?
Only results will answer that question.
What´s sure is that blood and lifeless bodies will kiss the ground.
Hearts and minds will suffer.
And new monsters will be born from the ashes of the old ones.
Have the gods gone tired and decided to exterminate that world with the ultimate killer? Or is this the most clever of their strategies?
Let´s see if the monster in search of humanity can justify the means of its end

Please, someone get me out of this world of swords and magic

After a few minutes, the tingling of a bell announced the elevator that had descended to the first floor. Once its doors opened a pair of women in blue and yellow dresses hurriedly stepped out. 


An adult female of voluptuous body. Her long hair was of a dark brown similar to the ebony that covered her shoulder as it freely weaved. On her skin of a shiny black were tribal tattoos akin to those in the isles of Hawai that adorned her air of maturity with the savageness of an amazon. A short yellow dress of two pieces that showed her bellybutton. Her name was Leyla, the devourer. 


The second was a young woman with blonde hair whose eyes seemed to be always closed. However, her painted eyelids with golden makeup hid a pair of red gems prettier than rubies. Her white juvenile skin was a perfect contrast to the fancy appearance that her slim figure transmitted with a modest, and yet, insinuating blue dress. She was Sumi, the silent. 


Women, part 2