I Transmigrated To A Mafia Character From A BL Dark ! - Chapter 144

R-18 (The following scenes contain child abuse and some heavy descriptions. Caution is advised when reading the chapter)

His father must have been as crazy as his mother, as he left his wife’s body there and with a strange smile took his son to a brothel, leaving the order to his subordinates to prepare the body for the funeral and to expel the employees of the mansion, there was no one good among them anyway.

Of course, to kill the witnesses to the crime.

In the brothel, the father who had been absent a lifetime looked at his son and did not have the courage to ask what had happened in his absence again. Levi looked at everything with mild curiosity, everything so bright and colorful, so different from his life in the nobility and religion weighing on his shoulders, with simple things all in gray and blue, his mother’s favorite colors.

No gold and glittering jewels, just silver and sober jewels, although in the bedroom in bed with her son she behaved with a sickly vivacity, with animal noises and devil-like laughter that his nanny told her in stories with strong religious content.

You will have to fear the demons, the nanny told her.

You will not commit sins, you will be good and you will serve God.

So he would be a good human being who would have a place in heaven.

At 7 years old he met the devil in his mother’s room, he committed sins even against his will, although he was good as he obeyed his mother even through tears and served God by honoring his mother.

The colorful brothel finally made Levi see that the world he lived in was something not even an animal would live like that.

His father gave him the first glass of strong distilled drink, something his mother hated, after all for her only fine wines and sweet liquors, strong distilled drinks were barbaric things.

Levi took the glass too quickly and choked, coughing hard, his face all red and tears in his eyes.

Strangely, the tears didn’t stop flowing until he took the bottle from his father’s hands, which took at least a few more bottles taken by both of them for this to happen, he went upstairs to a room with a woman with long blond hair and blue eyes that weren’t as cold as his mother, not looking back and not seeing his father who was looking at him with guilt and fear.

The tears stopped and there was just a smile that made Levi look a little crazed if he looked more closely into his cold eyes.

Levi started tapping in the dark as if finding the confines of his childhood closet, the feeling of being suffocated and the fragility of the child who never forgot the sound of those footsteps and those feminine screams that told him how bad he was.

Forneus looked at it and laughed with amusement, what he liked most was seeing this agony so typical of mortals.

His hunger grew, Levi’s soul would be something that should be delicious, at least his pain was very appetizing.

The demons were pretty cruel.

In the group that was coming from the capital, they were a little tired and stopped for lunch.

Bellini was completely exhausted the night had been a long nightmare, the rocks that very rarely rolled down that side of the mountain fell into their camp, luckily they weren’t sleeping.

Two holy knights ended up badly injured, luckily they had a priest between them who could use the holy power to heal, yet the victims had lost a lot of blood and were in a weakened state.

The wounded were sleeping in the cart with the supplies, this was another stroke of luck that the carts with the things were hidden by the trees which kept the rocks from reaching them.

It would have been a tremendous loss of supply for both them and Matteo Abbey, now they had to change route once more time, ending up choosing the route that passed through the valleys that were the border to the Dwarven Territory.

Dwarves are not very supportive of humans and elves, which has led to bloody conflicts between the three races.

Blame is clear to the humans who enslaved for a while the dwarves and the elves who were unwilling to help, luckily the beastmen who saw the risk of them being the next enslaved race and they helped the dwarves free themselves.

Elves who had good economic ties to the dwarves did nothing to help, so the dwarves still resent it to this day.

Bellini looked at Bishop Savoia with resentment, he was sure this man was some kind of evil talisman of bad luck.

Of course, these were gifts from Marquise Antonella, who was eager to kill that criminal and troublesome brother-in-law. Unfortunately, Bishop Savoia had a devil’s luck to stay alive.

While the group was resting, Bishop Savoia was complaining more and more, but everyone was too tired to pay attention to him.

“Captain, I’m going for a walk,” Bellini said with little patience as he listened to the complaints of that unlucky man with a terrible personality.

“Okay, don’t go too far. Let’s see if we can reach the border town before nightfall,” the captain said putting some dry bread with a glass of wine in his mouth.

Bellini got out and walked to the river that cuts through the valley. He was quite athletic, running through the streets of the capital chasing devils was not for any weak person. Over time he developed supernatural forces.

So going down to that river was not much, the sound of the river with a strong current was very calm and made his soul very comfortable. He closed his eyes as he sat on a rock regaining some inner peace.

The last few days had been grueling, he hadn’t slept well for at least two weeks, Bellini wanted to curse his teacher for sending him on such a tiring mission. He was getting older and not younger.

“I’ve finally found you” the male voice sounded in the room, breaking the calm rhythm that the river brought with the sound of the current.

Bellini opened his eyes in some surprise at the person in front of him.

On the other hand, Emery was awakened by a strong hug, he hadn’t even realized he had fallen asleep beside Giovanni. The young man’s arms held him in fear that he would escape, the small furry dog ​​was sleeping on top of his head.

“Finally, you’ve woken up,” Azarphy said seeing Emery scratch his eyes and gently push his little canine son to one side.

“Did I sleep for a long time?” Emery asked trying to get Giovanni’s arms around himself.

“A few hours ago, when we got back you were sound asleep. You didn’t tell us what happened, so we thought you’d better get some more sleep.” Arabeth said, still naked, sitting in the chair, leaning his elbow on the table.

Emery got up and already took out a suit of his space item, it was just a white shirt of his, but for Arabeth’s size, it would already cover his nudity.

“I don’t want to,” Arabeth said already as if she was going to try to flee.

“I’m going to introduce you to Giovanni, you can’t appear naked for him,” Emery said very seriously, which made Arabeth turn back and glare at him.

“Are you sure?” Azarphy asked seeing Arabeth getting dressed.

“Yes, I’m sure. After all, it only happened because I left him behind”

Emery felt guilty about the situation and with a little pity in his heart, he knew the abbey was dangerous and told himself to keep an eye on the protagonist, but he ended up leaving him behind because they went hunting the priests’ possible killers.

“You know you won’t be able to protect this human all the time,” Azarphy reminded him.

That human wasn’t as fragile and cowardly as Emery thought, but he kept his secret and was silent about it.

“I know. But at least here I can,” Emery said, getting back to being more confident.

“Alright, so who am I?”

“You?” Emery asked finding it strange what Azarphy was telling him.

“Yes, Bao and Arabeth are your hired demons and I am what?”

“Ohhh” Emery finally understood.

He would have to say that Bao and Arabeth are demons to Giovanni… Somehow that felt wrong.

And Azarphy? What the fallen angel was for him? What links does he have to the fallen angel?

He couldn’t think of anything other than that he was the Big Boss and that he served the Big Boss.

Emery thought a little more, but it was contrary to what he might conclude, after all, Azarphy has been helping him a lot. So he wasn’t a servant of the great Boss either.

So what was their relationship?

He didn’t know what to say about the presence of the fallen angel beside him.

“We’re friends?” Emery questioned even a little shyly, his face was as usual very serious, but his ears turned red.

“Is that what you’re going to say to the human?” Azarphy said finding the human once again a little silly.

“So what?” Emery didn’t know how to respond. Azarphy was different from Arabeth and Bao, either by essence or by the relationship he has with the fallen angel.

“Lie and tell him that I am bound to you by contract, that you invoked me,” Azarphy said sounding right.

“I can?”

“I don’t want to explain why I’m here”

“Oh I understood”

Emery was easily convinced by those few words, he understood that Azarphy didn’t want to talk about his past with Giovanni.

Arabeth rolled her eyes at Emery’s apparent innocence and stupidity at Azarphy’s words. He didn’t even suspect the angel’s actions… That master of his was not very trustworthy.

Ah, this shameless angel is taking advantage of this!