I Transmigrated To A Mafia Character From A BL Dark ! - Chapter 143

R-18 (Warning of child abuse and suicide attempt, advise caution when reading the chapter. Remember to go or call the appropriate authorities to report child abuse and call for help if you have thoughts of suicide. In either case, get help, you don’t have to deal with it alone.)

On the other hand, while Rutger is being comforted by Dante, Levi Mulder was drinking tea made from the Aroma Oceanic Herb to take care of the poisoning of the Blue Fire herb.

Doctor Gian was watching and saying something to the disciples, some blue spots appeared on Levi’s body and they seemed to burn as if they were second-degree burns.

Fortunately, he had been sedated with a good dream herb, which could lead to an unmoving sleep for at least the next few hours, if not he couldn’t take the pain. The novices who were disciples of Father Gian looked at everything with healthy awe and interest.

The holy knights felt a little queasy and fearful, could they be next?

“Father Gian, I will leave two men outside. If you need help just call them, when you’re done you can let them know” the holy knight said politely.

“Okay, don’t get in the way I’m trying to see this stain seems to be getting bigger…”

Father Gian said without looking at the holy knight who was talking to him, luckily one of the disciples sighed at his master’s attitude and walked over to the holy knight politely leading out of the room and stating that he would fulfill his request.

The Holy Knights went to Levi’s room to investigate if the source of the poisoning was still there.

Already Levi Mulder was trapped in a world of full darkness, he could only see himself and he was naked.

Nudity didn’t bother him, but the darkness made him anxious.

“Anybody here?”

He yelled into the dark, his voice being swallowed by the void, no echo and no response from anywhere.

His mind became even more disturbed and he began to imagine that the space was getting tighter and tighter making him feel suffocated, he curled up his big body and like a child closed his eyes and begged for mercy.

So when he was a kid and his mom would put him in a tight closet when he was a really bad person.

When he couldn’t accept his mother touching him in a way that didn’t feel right.

He was her son and not his father.

He hated when his mom touched him like he was his dad.

He hated it when his mother punished him for wanting to play with the other kids.

He hated it when Mom told him how bad he was for not accepting “Mom’s love”.

Levi was shaking just as he had in his childhood, praying that his daddy would show up to get him out of the closet and say good words to him that it wouldn’t happen again.

But with every mission the church sent him away, it was time for his mother to transform and again he felt violated.

And again he was locked in the little closet for being a bad boy.

Didn’t anyone hear you scream from the closet?

Didn’t anyone care about his pain?

There was no one for him, his father was away and everyone else pretended not to see the lady treating the young master with such abuse.

Levi often thought about telling his father the truth, but he had to honor his father and mother, so his mother threatened him with several lies that everyone blamed him for attacking her.

As if he were a monster that attacked his own mother and a person who shouldn’t have been born.

He thought it really was better to be dead.

He tried twice but was saved by some priest with a luminous aura but who was blind to the little boy’s pain and suffering. The scream of silent despair that he sent with his eyes and showed with the marks on his body, but the priest was blind to that.

The mother disguised his attempts to die as a disease that left him weak for a period of time, but that didn’t stop her from being a good mother and being in the bedroom every night.

He really preferred to be dead.

Time passed and he became used to the silence, becoming too big for the closets and too strong for his mother to have an interest in her son in a sick way or even seeing him as just a relative.

Levi became a passive observer of his mother’s love affairs, who seemed to enjoy watching her son watch her with lovers. The blond hair that fell down her pale, slender back, the blue eyes that were beautiful as jewels and as cold as those same stones.

The nice, pretty smile she gave him when she saw her son’s dead look on seeing her with her lover was greeted by Levi like the only smiles his mother ever gave him.

After not being able to take advantage of the child he was, she just screamed and criticized him that he wasn’t good enough for anything.

There were no smiles, no encouragement, just harsh, cold, unloving words. The mother’s sadism turned to beatings him in front of the bible, kneeling in the grain and taking a beating with a belt.

He was a bad boy.

Mom always told him he should just die.

His mother now told him to die, even as she dragged him into that room that stank of wine and sex.

Seeing him hurt, she became motherly and took him to bed… He went back to childhood again, his mother looked like an animal on top of him and he was bound by invisible ties that didn’t let him protest or feel anything.

Then it went back to the contempt and the cold stares, he wasn’t her son or anything in the slightest she could care.

Levi has entered a new nightmare that no one cared about the teenager.

At least he was no longer locked in the closet, he could go train with the other knights, he had already been hamstrung by so many things and by his own will that even the desire to escape that nightmare turned to dust.

Training every day, praying in the bible every day, getting beaten up every other day, doctors who treated him and were blind to their bruises, his mother acting like a panting animal on top of him every other day.

It all turned into a dark routine, which he thought would last his entire life.

He only gained his freedom when his father discovered his mother’s lovers and ended up killing the woman in front of him in a fit of rage.

The lover’s head was already on the floor separated from the body, blood splashed on Levi’s face of approximately 16 years. It was a strangely hot summer day and the smell of blood seemed peculiarly stronger.

The scent of the human’s blood seemed much stronger than the animals they the knights hunted on forest patrols.

The poor teenager at the time thought he should have been happy seeing those cold eyes turning lifeless and her mouth falling open in a choked scream, her nails carrying the blood of his father who had a crazed look as he squeezed his wife’s fragile neck.

Levi couldn’t feel anything, not relief, release, or any good feeling, he just lay there on the floor watching his father killing his mother.

The mother’s naked body collapsed on the cold floor, her thin pale arms splayed on the floor, her hair always meticulously groomed was now a shameful mess for a noblewoman, and the mouth that held more venom than a snake was open with its lips still glowing with the red lipstick like the blood that was on Levi’s face.

The father still looked upset and opened the mother’s legs, he wanted to be the last man that woman would have between her legs. Levi watched everything with silence, he was half dead, his clothes were a little torn.

The mother wanted something new, why not play with her son and lover at the same time?

So Levi, still stunned by the new violence, only heard the cry of his mother’s lover, from his mother’s and father’s own discourse, finally hearing his mother’s scream of horror as he saw his lover’s head rolling on the floor with a splash of blood.

It was all over now, Levi’s eyes could not leave the naked body of the dead mother already left by the father who had already ejaculated into the corpse and was now arranging the clothes walking from side to side, like an animal still wounded and still angry.

Even dead Levi had a feeling his mother would smile at him and climb on top of him. That she would act like an animal and in the end try to kill him.

Levi couldn’t help but stare at his mother’s distorted face, finally, his father realized the whole scenario and he ended up kicking the woman’s corpse on the ground.

Finally, Levi looked at his father who still looked upset.

“Son, what was going on?” the father asked with his hands trembling but scratched by his mother’s nails.

Levi got up and went to the window, opened the bedroom windows and the smell of blood dispersed more, he breathed in that smell of summer grass.

“Nothing happened”

Levi’s lifeless voice and the indifferent attitude of a son who sees his mother being killed by his father sounded a little frightening, but it was what he could do right now.

Relief would come at some point right?