I Transmigrated To A Mafia Character From A BL Dark ! - Chapter 132

R-16 (Light scenes of gore, murders, and description of violence, I would advise caution when reading the chapter.)

Father Costa and Father Marco were dead, being found by their old friends when they were absent from the first mass, which was unusual for them.

Father Gonzales, who had been a friend of the two men for ten years, felt free to open the bedroom of one of them, as he asked the visitor, Father Bianco, to knock on the other friend’s door.

It was no big deal, just a small change in the morning routine, of course, Father Gonzales is suppressing the sudden fear he felt as he gripped the door handle and the door gave way easily to his little push.

Which was pretty suspicious, considering all the scary things that had happened these days. No one would leave the door unlocked.

Then he remembered the suspicious death of Father Lattanzio found by his friend 4 days ago, but soon he pushed those thoughts away, his friends would not be like that sinful brother.

He thought that Father Lattanzio had committed suicide. However, he didn’t like the other man very much so he didn’t mind giving the malicious verdict of the other man’s death.

They worked together for a while, he always felt that the priest mocked him for every little task he failed, of course, Father Lattanzio was one of those strange men who helped the novices and did strange actions causing the other priests displeasure.

He and his friends were different from such obnoxious people.

They were good people who aspired to live as long as possible, Father Gonzales arbitrarily forgot about the gray hair and wrinkles that fell on their faces every year, with their 60s, they weren’t getting any younger.

Father Gonzales thought only for a moment and then pushed open the door and he felt or at least thought he smelled the decay and death coming from the room that had the fireplace still burning, strangely he smelled burning flesh.

However, there were no signs of fire outside the fireplace.

The smell of burning meat reminded him of something in the distant past, that he and his two friends watched a humble hut in a small village burn to the ground.

Burnt human flesh was a horrible smell to be smelled.

However, his and his friends’ satisfied smiles seemed to show the lack of discomfort they felt upon seeing such a scene.

In fact, they even enjoyed watching the fire burn everything to ash and rubble.

They had killed an evil woman, at least that’s what they told the church superiors and the villagers.

The truth?

They swore they would take it to the grave.

The room was in a strange penumbra, at least he thought it strange that part of the room had meager lighting and another was in complete darkness as if a monster made of darkness was there prowling and waiting to devour him.

He chuckled a little nervously, feeling very foolish for such unreasonable thoughts, but the initial nonchalance vanished.

“Brother Marco… Brother Marco are you there?”

Father Gonzales calls taking small steps into the room, he felt a certain cold which was strange since the room should be heated because of the still crackling fireplace.

The funeral silence seemed to respond to Father Gonzales’s call, which made the old man’s heart race and he automatically began to pray, his fingers moving as if he had a rosary between his fingers, but there was nothing there as he left the piece of pearls and precious gold in your chest in the closed room.

“Aren’t you going in?”

Father Bianco’s gentle voice sounded outside the room, which made Father Gonzales look outside in alarm, but seeing the young priest alive and flushed outside made him feel a little safer.

“Alright, I’m really stressed because of everything that’s going on”

Father Gonzales thought to himself remembering the night of chaos and terror at the abbey, plus the suspicious death of another priest… There was still a priest and three holy knights missing.

However, without corpses they didn’t presume their death, it was possible that in the middle of the chaos they were on the run, or after the chaos, they went to a nearby town to drink and other things.

At least that’s what the other holy knights say even with a slightly mischievous smile, it wasn’t unusual for them to do that. Especially after they returned straight from a mission and hadn’t rested.

“And what about Brother Costa?”

“I knocked on the door and he hasn’t been responding. I dare not open the door”

Father Bianco said a little embarrassed, he was a visitor who came to investigate for his brother, looking for a prisoner. If he entered the priest’s room while he was sleeping it would generate negative repercussions and he could be sent away.

Father Gonzales was silent upon receiving this kind of response, he then walked quickly to Father Marco’s bed, he had to make sure that his friend had just overslept, even though there were two intruders in the room he still didn’t wake up. it was something out of the ordinary.

While there’s life, there’s hope.

But the dead hope is so terrible that it made Father Gonzales’ legs weaken and he fell into a sitting position like a cowardly fool, he couldn’t even scream, but his eyes couldn’t help staring at the scene with eyes so wide and round they looked like they were going to jump out of their orbits, their hands trembling and the shiver rose throughout his body.

Father Bianco, seeing this, stepped forward and tried to help the eldest priest, but his eyes were caught by the macabre scene of Father Marco’s body lying with his legs spread with his tunic raised, there was a hole in the place of the penis and the blood flowed very slowly and it looked like it would soon coagulate.

He also got scared and just stood there looking at everything, except for the pool of blood below the body, there was no blood in the room, which was weird.

“Father Bianco? Father Gonzales?”

The indifferent and calm voice came from outside, but the two priests were absorbed in the death scene.

Emery walked to their side and shook Father Bianco’s shoulder who looked scared hitting the bishop’s hand right in and touching him with slightly wide eyes.

“Leave”

“Bishop Darcy… This…” Father Bianco tried to speak, but seeing the bishop’s dark and serious face he just fell silent and walked away from the crime scene.

Bishop Darcy reached down and touched Father Gonzales, but there was no response. He then turned to Padre Bianco, his gaze clearly telling him to take the other priest away.

Father Bianco quickly pulled the old priest and they went out of the room, but he only left the room leaning against the wall, he slid to the floor on his weak legs and the shock returned to him.

Father Bianco was very good at getting a feel for the atmosphere, normally, but he seemed slightly numb, which took a moment longer for him to pick up Father Gonzales, helping the old man walk.

The old man looked like he had lost his soul in shock.

Unfortunately, his legs were numb and he was prostrate on the floor leaving Father Gonzales lying on the ground beside him. Father Bianco began to pray to join his hands now soiled with something similar to tar that he hadn’t even noticed at the time.

Father Gonzales, on the other hand, seemed to have the same pitch in his gray hair, but as he was still in shock he didn’t mind that either.

The two priests sat on the floor for a long moment, until he saw Bishop Darcy calmly leave the room, he then went to Father Costa’s room.

“He’s dead too,” Arabeth said indifferently. He had already entered the rooms, he fled from Emery who was trying to put clothes on him, then ended up feeling the strong tenor of death emanating from the priests’ wing.

What attracted him, the rotting flesh and the smell of death that was attractive to demons, meant fresh souls to be captured.

Well, there was no soul at all, which was odd, but seeing the damaged bodies of the priests, Arabeth had a rudimentary idea that Father Lattanzio’s supposed murderer had struck again.

So he went back to tell Emery, but Azarphy didn’t comment, which was pretty weird.

Azarphy: *I don’t care about humans*

Emery: (…)

Azarphy: I only care about you.

Emery: *coughing*

Arabeth: *rolls her eyes with such a shameless angel*

Azarphy was only slightly annoyed, the assassin was using the item that allowed him to escape his radar. Which meant a lot about there being a supernatural power behind these deaths.

“There is only one item in the mortal world that can do this… Divine Item Oblivion”

Azarphy confided later as they were descending the stairs. Emery left Bao to look after Giovanni, he left a note and asked Giovanni to meet him later in the garden where the ancient fig bloomed before being destroyed by the archangel.

Fig Tree: X__X

Emery: I’m sorry… It’s my fault *sad*

Azarphy: I don’t *arrogant*

Arabeth: And I was the villain? *arrogant*

Emery: (….) *sadder*