I Transmigrated To A Mafia Character From A BL Dark ! - Chapter 186

TRIGGER NOTICE (R-15): There is content related to the word blood at the end of the chapter, if you have problems with the blood, skip a few chapters because there will be a lot related to the word blood.

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Gerbera and Amarilis looked like they were going to get into an argument, but Narcissus didn’t have the patience for it, they had missions to be carried out and reports to be delivered.

A war ahead to be fought, with or without Gerbera or Amarilis on the battlefield.

“You do what you want, just remember that the time in the human dimension won’t be very long as we will go to war against the invaders, if the Celestial Clan doesn’t recover the lost territory we could be the next to be invaded,” Narcissus said with indifference to the two fighting paladins, he opened the portal and entered, the others would do as they pleased.

“If we’re lucky we can access the Ancient Celestials Special Place and the war can come to an end,” Cyclamen said pondering a little, he couldn’t hide the ambition in his eyes when talking about the special place.

“Don’t dream so much, only the archangels can access that place… If they haven’t accessed it until now apparently, you think…” Cineraria said, mocking once again the emperor’s paladin avarice.

“As far as I know, not all archangels can access that area, so it may be that even if the war continues, this place will never be opened,” Gerbera said with some knowledge of the cause.

It wasn’t a few times that he tried to break into that place to see if there was something good to eat there, I mean a special place should have some kind of special food too, right?

Many of his attempts were blocked by Azarphy, who occasionally mocked him saying that not even some archangels could access the area, imagine a hellish paladin… No chance there was.

Anyway, it was difficult for the demons to reach paradise, only when there was an assembly with the leaders of the pantheon could the strongest of them reach paradise.

The secular meetings took place in Paradise, the meetings that decided the rise and fall of new gods took place in Hell because the prisons of the Abyss were there and the gods and other immortal criminals would be sent to prisons for punishment after the assembly and judgment with the three sages, what could be considered three primordial consciences, truth, justice, and order.

“You have to go back Gerbera anyway, you have to sign the term to get a decent human body,” Anthurium said, advising his playmate.

“Reports are so problematic”

“Yes, it’s true, but being considered a traitor is even more problematic,” Anthurium said with some sarcasm.

In such complex times as these, anything out of the ordinary was suspected of betrayal, after all, thanks to the Dark God’s betrayal everyone was now suffering from the invaders and the possibility of obliteration or eternal slavery.

“I’m sure they’ll send me to look for Lord Satan while I’m gone,” Gerbera grumbled in disgust.

“That’s the price to pay, there’s nothing free in the world,” Lisianto said with a laugh before entering the portal of hell.

“Let’s go,” Cyclamen said, entering the portal of hell.

Gerbera and Amarilis had the same bitter feeling for different reasons, but they followed the others to hell.

The crater was silent again, only the winds on the tops of the mountains were heard in the isolated environment.

The wind became a small tornado and formed the body of Aillil, the god of Nature, who must have been doing something important since he wasn’t leading the battalion to help the Celestials.

“Have I arrived too late? I could have sworn I could feel Emery’s energy around here.”

He looked a little confused looking around, but there was no sign of Emery’s recent energy in the crater, just the lingering energy of the infernal paladins.

“Where are you? The ritual to open the portal is about to begin.” Azarphy’s voice sounded not far from Aillil.

“I’m on my way,” Aillil said, pondering whether to tell them that he felt Emery’s energy in that crater.

He chose not to, I mean the little demon Arabeth didn’t feel anything, and he has a contract with Emery, so Aillil can only assume he was very tense and imagined everything.

As far back as 1675, Johnathan and the others were watching Emery’s power grow larger and wilder, small lightning bolts seemed to crackle under the sphere of such massive power.

Johnathan wondered if he could contain this sphere of energy in case there was an explosion… They might as well die there.

This was quite different from what he remembered the last time he came to the ghost town, the time loop was always repeating the days before the mysterious explosion and destroyed Belcato City.

Johnathan has been stuck in this loop for some time now, it was the fourth time he had returned to the mysterious inn of Old Dolores, this time they went back much further to the past, almost a month or so earlier.

Well, if he was going to die so soon, it would have been better to have stayed in that mysterious place where there was neither time nor space floating in pure emptiness.

With each turn of Johnathan, there were more “chosen” inside the Old Dolores’ Inn, the new group turned out to be Emery’s with two novices and a dark elf, which was by far the most peculiar group. Surpassing the Ash, Uriel, and Sarin group, being a demon-type Warlock, an ice nymph, and a red mermaid respectively, the latter two shouldn’t even exist in the human dimension anymore.

Johnathan for the simple curiosity of seeing a distant relative and wanting to know how the world was outside joined Emery’s group, which despite being peculiar were the weakest inside that Inn, apparently.

The retired magic knight wasn’t so sure anymore, just watching the great power under his head and wondering about dying under that same power, he had the conjecture that Emery was much stronger than the entire ghost town put together.

Finally, Emery’s energy stopped churning and became smaller, the poor man was in a cold sweat all the time leaving his clothes soaked in sweat, his muscles were shaking from the tremendous effort of holding such power that his still mortal body could not bear for so long.

Fortunately, Johnathan’s eight days of training strengthened his MANA and body, which made him not collapse from the pain, his MANA that was stronger than before seemed to pull his powers back into the seeds that each belonged.

Emery frowned as he noticed that there was something else inside that sphere of his energy, the fire element seemed to pulsate so strongly that it caused him an agonizing sensation of being burned from the inside.

The Dan where his MANA is on his head started to glow and Emery felt feverish and delirious, his face that was already in a strong pink tone turned red and blood started to flow from his ears and nose.

“He’s going to explode,” Johnathan said with dismay, but he didn’t feel too scared, after all, they would only be back at Old Dolores’s inn in a few hours.

Dan’s was like a little pearl embedded in the front of the brain, Emery’s was the size of a PET bottle cap, very plain and milky white in appearance.

As the heart space where the seeds of supernatural energy are, Dan contained the so-called Nirvana or mind space, entering Emery’s mind space which was surprisingly large.

A world in itself would still be quite vague for the dimension of that mental space, but there was no order there, only absolute chaos, with the single exception of a small place with a rustic house of wood and mud, with a glistening pond with fish in front of it jumping and fragrant water plants, green grass that seemed to play with the chaotic wind thrown on all sides, the dozens of flowers like jewels on the ground bubbling with life softening the vilest hearts with such touching beauty.

There was a fence made of rickety, dull wood, but overgrown with vines that had pink flowers falling along with dark green leaves like emeralds.

Above the lake of clear, sparkling water the rune “Phyro”1 shimmered a red with orange and yellow hues, around the coffee pot-sized rune the laws that sprang from the “Phyro” gathered to feed the rune.

The small site that was only 80 m² suddenly increased to 160 m², the surrounding chaos was engulfed and the laws that derive from the Phyro were attracted by the rune and ordered themselves, two trees grew large and showy that bore red fruits that seemed to emanate an impressive heat.

Many Chinese roses, red lilies, and roses bloomed in the flower garden making it even more beautiful and inviting, the simple wood and clay house was restructured into a red cherry wood house with dark stone roofs like one of the old noble houses of well-known dynasties.

Of course, for the modern take on practicality and neater beauty, the house was exquisite with a slightly dubious taste and overly delicate.

The lake expanded a little more and fish with red scales appeared, jumping happily with the rest of the fish.

Birds with red feathers and golden beaks with excessive coloring on the tips of their feathers flew, perching on the tall fruit trees and singing merrily.

On the outside, after Emery’s body shuddered, and he coughed up blood, finally, his powers returned inside his body and what was left was a big surprise looking back at them curiously.

“Is it a chicken?” Bryan said with some disappointment, such a spectacle to just summon a chicken, there was no way he wouldn’t feel cheated.

“It’s not a chicken, it’s a phoenix,” Johnathan said in a flat voice. As if phoenixes appeared every Thursday at his house.

“It looks like a chicken” Naill commented softly to Mattia who also nodded in agreement, everyone looked at the chicken with red fuzz and pretty violet eyes with a kind of disappointment and curiosity.

Johnathan paid no attention to the group’s murmurs and went to Emery who was panting and trembling, the supernatural energies were gone which was a relief, but the rebound effect on Emery’s body should have been pretty heavy.

Blood from the floor seeped through the woods, leaving them a darker shade than usual, the scent of iron permeating the surrounding air, sensations that Johnathan had long forgotten rose inside him.

The sweet urge to drink blood and revel in the height of another being’s life, the delicious struggle to fight the predator, the adrenaline and fear that would pass through his lips to the back of his throat, ecstatic in pleasure he couldn’t compare to anything else.

Johnathan’s fangs nearly came out, and he would let himself be guided by the uncontrollable urge to sink his teeth into the tender skin of the young cousin who lay weakly on the floor atop the sweet, tempting blood.

Yes, this cousin (ancestor) had a lot more secrets than Emery could have dared to imagine.