"O-Okay-" Carla breathed out, her voice soft and trembling as heat bloomed through her body as her eyes fluttered up to meet Ricky's, only to find him already leaning in.
Ricky drew her into a kiss, his tongue gentle as it teased her lips, offering a taste that left Carla weak.
What began as a soft, tentative kiss quickly deepened, his flavor enveloping her taste buds.
The moment his saliva mingled with hers, something stirred within her, a need she hadn't anticipated, a craving she couldn't explain.
It was as if a dam had broken, releasing a flood of sensations that coursed through her veins, igniting every nerve ending.
Her heart raced, thundering against her ribcage, while warmth pooled in her core, a heat that radiated outwards, enveloping her like a soft embrace.
She felt dizzy, intoxicated by the sweetness of their kiss, an electric connection that drew her closer to him, urging her to surrender to the depths of her desire.
When Ricky finally broke away, Carla felt adrift, the lingering taste of him still swirling in her mouth.
Everything was happening too fast, her thoughts a tangled blur, the moment overwhelming and confusing.
It felt as though time had warped around her, each heartbeat echoing louder than the last, drowning out any rational thought.
She struggled to grasp the reality of what was unfolding, the intoxicating mix of fear and exhilaration swirling within her.
Yet, despite the chaos swirling through her mind, she suddenly felt an undeniable emptiness without his lips, already aching for the sensation to return.
Carla's body trembled softly, a shaky breath escaping her lips as she felt Ricky's hand glide over her skin, molding to her shape with possessive ease before a wide smile spread across his face.
'Wet to the touch.'
"HAAAAH~" Carla let out a trembling moan, her body shuddering as a wave of pleasure surged through her, her core instantly slick with need.
Carla could feel the wetness gathering, slickening her lower lips, an undeniable heat pooling between her thighs as it began to drip, almost drooling down her skin.
She squirmed slightly, caught in a blissful struggle as her breath quickened, every inhale laced with the intoxicating blend of urgency and anticipation.
Just as Carla thought that sudden flash of pleasure had passed, Ricky's touch intensified once more, surging through her like a wildfire, consuming her from the inside out.
Her head snapped back, a gasp escaping her lips as another wave of ecstasy crashed over her, a tidal force that swept away her thoughts and left only pure sensation in its wake.
Carla's heart raced in rhythm with the throbbing pulse between her thighs, every stroke of his fingers igniting her skin like a thousand sparks.
She felt her breath quicken, a desperate pant escaping her as her body instinctively arched toward him, craving more.
"AH~" Carla moaned again, her voice shaky as Ricky's hands seemed to amplify every sensation, sending pulses of pleasure radiating from her core, spreading like wildfire across her entire body.
Each touch ignited her nerve endings, causing her skin to tingle and her breath to hitch in her throat.
It felt as if a thousand butterflies were fluttering just beneath her surface, their delicate wings brushing against her in a symphony of delight.
Her body responded instinctively, arching toward him, craving the heat of his touch as it danced along her curves.
Carla felt like her body was on fire, unable to hold herself up any longer as her knees wobbled, threatening to give out beneath her.
"Woah there~" Ricky whispered in her ear, his voice a low, sultry murmur that sent shivers down her spine, catching her easily as Carla's entire weight leaned against him.
Feeling utterly helpless, she clung to his armor with trembling arms, her fingers grasping the cool metal as if it were the only thing anchoring her to reality.
Desperate for something to steady herself, she fought against the dizzying rush of sensations crippling her mind, as if her legs might buckle beneath her at any moment.
The only thing keeping her upright was Ricky's firm grip on her, his hands molding her ass to his every desire as her body melted under the weight of his touch.
"I-I can't~" Carla responded helplessly to his caresses, the stroke of hand sweeping her even deeper into the sinkhole of this pleasure that left her breathless and yearning for more.
"Of course you can, that's what makes God's will so magical." Ricky laughed at this sentiment, uncaring about religion but slipping effortlessly into the role as his fingers slid beneath the delicate fabric of her panties.
Her undergarments quickly became drenched, soaked by the flick of his touch, her body saturating the fabric with her need.
Every gentle caress sent shivers coursing through her, each stroke further fueling the inferno building deep inside her, leaving her gasping for more.
His fingers gilded and explored, skillfully coaxing her body to respond, sending jolts of pleasure radiating from her core.
Her undergarments quickly became drenched, soaked by the overwhelming waves of pleasure that consumed her.
With each passing second, her body trembled on a new frequency of ecstasy, breathy moans spilling from her lips like sweet temptation.
Carla could feel the heat pooling deeper inside her, a molten desire that craved release, as if her very essence was being unraveled by his touch.
It felt utterly unfair, Carla had come to this banquet to play the role of a mistress, only to find herself ensnared and toyed with by the notorious Black Knight.
Yet instead of protesting, all she could do was moan, surrendering to the intoxicating sensations that overtook her psyche.
"Ah~"
"Ah~"
"Ah~"
"Ah~"
Carla filled the small room with her sultry cries as Ricky used one hand to exhibit her moans while the other aggressively molded her ass to his desires, the force of his movements making her head collide softly against his breastplate.
"Ah!" Carla let out a powerful moan, her legs trembling as she suddenly released her pent-up love juices, splashing forth in an exquisite surge of juices.
As the warmth dribbled down her thighs, she felt herself begin to crumble, but Ricky caught her.
However instead of pulling her closer, he effortlessly turned her around as she limply fell forward.
Reacting instinctively, Carla thrust her hands out to prevent herself from colliding with the nearby wall, catching herself just in time.
But that momentum didn't stop her from sliding down slowly against the wall, her body pressed tantalizingly against the cool surface.
As Carla felt Ricky's hands lift her waist, her trembling legs instinctively sought a foothold.
Glancing back, she met his gaze, realizing it was Ricky who was keeping her from collapsing.
Ricky's eyes roamed over her ragged servant's dress, clinging to her curves, before he decisively flipped it up, revealing her ass nestled within her drenched white panties.
"You're drenched, Carla. Let's get this off you so you can feel more comfortable." Ricky chuckled, his voice low and teasing as he slowly pulled her panties down, his gaze lingering on her pussy.
It was well-kept, with just a hint of hair above her clit, showing how much preparation led up to this day.
Yet, as he gazed at her, a mix of anticipation and frustration coursed through her, knowing her plans had been turned upside down by him.
But she bit her lip, curiosity and desire swirling within her as she wondered what would happen next.
"Is that a glare?" Ricky's sleazy smile danced across his lips as he raised an eyebrow at her as he pulled down his pants, and his cock sprang up.
*Slap*
"Ah~" Carla gasped out a moan, the sting of Ricky's light slap on her ass sending a jolt of pleasure through her.
"You're supposed to welcome God's helpers, not gaze at them with disdain." Ricky lightly punished Carla, continuing his teasing with a playful smirk, his tone laced with mock seriousness.
He gripped her waist firmly, teasingly positioning the tip of his cock at her entrance, a smirk playing on his face as he savored the moment.
*CLAP*
But contrary to the lighthearted gesture, Ricky didn't ease in; instead, he drove his entire length into her tight pussy in one powerful thrust, filling her completely.
"AHHHHHHH!" Carla moaned, her body yielding entirely to Ricky's cock, feeling every inch of him as he filled her insides to their brim.
But instead of a wail of pain, she instinctively embraced the sensation, no pain to be found, only an overwhelming wave of pleasure that surged from where his hands gripped her waist.
Trembling uncontrollably, she clenched down tightly around his cock, her head colliding with the wall as she let out breathy moans, her cries echoing like a cat in heat, desperate for more.
"O-Ohhhhhhh~" Carla moaned, her eyes rolling back in pure bliss as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Nectar flooded around Ricky's cock, an overwhelming surge marking her climax as her body quaked, gushing from her slick folds and painting the insides of her thighs with the intoxicating evidence of her desire.
Her nails dug into the wallpaper, leaving faint marks as her breath came in heavy, moist gasps that caressed the delicate designs.
Carla's knees buckled completely, yet she didn't collapse, strung up and impaled on Ricky's cock, pinned against the ugly wallpaper, lost in a haze of pleasure.
"Oh yeah, that's the stuff~" Ricky groaned, a relieved sigh escaping his lips as he savored the deliciously tight, wet grip enveloping his cock.
Then, with reckless abandon, Ricky began to move, reveling in the control he had over Carla's body as he thrust her back and forth onto his monstrous cock.
A slick, wet gushing sound echoed throughout the room as Carla's lips were stretched and molded, responding to the relentless rhythm of Ricky's thrusts.
Carla couldn't muster a single complaint, even if she had wanted to; the pleasure surged through her, overwhelming her naive mind.
The only sounds escaping her lips were the slutty moans that spilled forth with every thrust of Ricky's cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet pussy.
*Clap*
Ricky withdrew his hips, only to thrust forward with fervor, his hips colliding with her meaty ass, which rippled and quivered in response, spiraling in a tantalizing counterclockwise motion before they smacked together.
He lost himself in his own rhythm, thrusting at his whim, filling the tight room with the sounds of Carla's initiation into womanhood.
However even if Ricky's acts were selfish, each powerful pound drove her deeper into bliss, the aggressive clapping of their bodies echoing like a primal anthem as her mouth flowed freely with a downpour of sloppy moans.
"I'm gonna cum~" Carla whined out, her eyes fluttering shut as the familiar wave of ecstasy built within her for the third time, her voice tinged with desperation.
"I'm gonna cum~" Carla whined again, the urgency of her plea rising as she repeated herself, hoping Ricky wouldn't miss the intensity of her climax.
"I'm gonna cum~" Carla whimpered, her voice a broken record, the only phrase she could cling to in her haze of pleasure as each repetition felt like a lifeline, grounding her into this overwhelming sensation.
"I'M CUMMING!" Carla cried out, her eyes widening before rolling back in pure ecstasy.
Waves of pleasure crashed over her, sending her body into a delicious convulsion, each spasm intensifying the exquisite sensations that coursed through her.
Carla was putty in Ricky's hands, her legs trembling and begging to give out, yet held aloft by his unyielding grip as he continued to thrust into her slick, quivering pussy with gradually intensifying strokes.
Ricky gritted his teeth, the aching pressure building in his balls as a reminder that he was nearing his release.
With a firm grip on Carla's waist, he slammed his hips into her, relentlessly ravaging her depths, each thrust driving her further into ecstasy, her body succumbing to the exquisite destruction he wrought.
Pushing apart and stretching, Carla's body surrendered to his size, her pussy accommodating him as his cock explored its depths with an insatiable hunger.
Her slick walls desperately tried to constrict around him, clamping down with a vice-like grip, but instead of slowing him down, it only fueled his desire, invigorating his every thrust.
When that didn't deter him, Carla's pussy flushed with a surge of slick, lubricating juice, but that only welcomed him deeper.
Beaten into a state of bliss, any instinctive movements from her body only urged his cock deeper until the tip kissed her womb.
In that moment, Carla's mind short-circuited, her body erupting in a cascade of juices as hollow moans escaped her lips, lost in a blissful haze that felt like it would never end.
Ricky quickened his pace, driving deeper into her thoroughly ravaged pussy, the aching pressure in his balls building as his neck strained against the intoxicating sensations coursing through him.
"Ugh~" Ricky grunted, his teeth clenched tightly as he readied himself for one final thrust, driving deep into Carla's being.
His tip breached the gates of her womb, twitching furiously before unleashing a powerful explosion of cum that filled her completely.
Spraying from his cock, Ricky filled her tight passage with his seed, coating her insides completely in a warm, thick release.
"F*ck~" Ricky breathed out, savoring the lingering sensation as he made a small, mini thrust to cap off this feeling.
Carla was utterly limp, climaxing into a vegetable state, her eyes wide open yet glazed over, lost in the depths of her own pleasure.
Huffing out steamy breaths, Carla let a trail of saliva spill from the corners of her mouth as she slumped against the wall, utterly spent.
Ricky swiftly lifted her, turning her around before pressing her back against the wall, his arms cradling her legs as he held them up, exposing her completely to his gaze.
*Huff*
"Alright, one more time," Ricky said, a sleazy smile playing on his lips, but Carla's head simply fell against his shoulder, utterly spent.
Gripping her thighs tightly, he thrust into her pussy once more, catching her off guard and sending waves of unexpected pleasure coursing through her body, awakening desires she thought had been satiated.
"HNGH~" Carla gasped, a breath of pleasure flooding her senses before a moan escaped her lips.
Carla felt it once more, that feeling of complete domination ripple throughout her mind, imposing upon her the singular emotion that crippled her thoughts, pleasure.
The sensation of Ricky thrusting his cock into her pussy, filling her completely with each powerful thrust, and the intoxicating feeling of surrendering herself to his every touch consumed her once more.
"AH~" Carla moaned out her only rebuttal as she drooled against his armor, completely at Ricky's mercy.
*THUMP*
*THUMP*
Carla's back hit against the wall, the impact resonating through her as Ricky's hips drove into her waist, reveling in the intoxicating pleasure of their union.
Kissing her neck, he thrust his cock into her dripping wet pussy, effortlessly holding her up as he savored the exquisite pleasure of her body.
'This is what vacations are all about.' Ricky murmured to himself, his lips brushing against her olive skin as he savored the sweetness of her body.
In this moment, Carla's pussy was nothing more than his personal paradise, surrendering completely to his every desire, embracing his cock as it filled her to the brim, fulfilling his every whim.
Her back thumped against the wall, driven by the force of Ricky's cock slamming into her waist.
Biting her lip, Carla felt the familiar swell of pleasure building for the fifth time, her eyelashes fluttering as anticipation surged through her.
"AHHHH~" Carla cried out, caught off guard and unable to register the impending climax, as Ricky's cock suddenly thrust into her, demanding an immediate response.
Her nectar flowed in response, cascading down the curves of her pussy, teasingly slipping through his grasp.
Lifeless, Carla lacked the energy to moan, simply surrendering in Ricky's embrace as he thrust into her with unrelenting force.
Each powerful thrust filled her completely, molding her body to this moment, while she wrapped her arms around his neck, accepting her fate.
As Ricky sped up his thrusts, Carla instinctively closed her eyes, surrendering to the inevitable with a sense of acceptance.
Each powerful slam of his hips against her delicate waist sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, while he felt that familiar ache building in his heavy balls, yearning to fill her up to the brim once more.
As he ramped up his pace, his cock twitched violently in anticipation, fully enveloped by the juices of their union, eager to contribute to the intoxicating mix that filled her depths.
"Damn~" Ricky grunted, teetering on the edge as he leaned into his final thrust, pouring every ounce of himself into it.
Cum surged from his cock, stretching Carla's already full depths as it ballooned outward.
Carla shivered at the sensation, her body responding with a final squirt, releasing the last remnants of liquid onto the floor.
The searing heat of his cum filled her, expanding within her stomach as Ricky emptied every last drop inside her.
"Ha~" Ricky let out a contented sigh, gazing down at the utterly wrecked Carla with a satisfied smile
"And now Carla, you have been pardoned of all sins, you're welcome" Ricky bestowed his forgiveness upon her as he pulled out, his thick cock causing the floodgates to open.
As she slid down the wall, his cum spilled from her newly stretched pussy, cascading until her ass hit the ground.
Carla found herself sitting in a mixture of her own juices, the secret sauce of Ricky's cum pooling at the entrance of her pussy.
*DING*
[Mission Received: Carla Bianchi]
Difficulty: Easy
Character Sheet: D
Description: Carla has grown up in a poor impoverished family though was born with good looks and a stellar body. There aren't many options for a woman in her shoes as she could become a poorhouse wife, a high end prostitute, or a mistress to a high ranking mafia member. She took this job today in hopes of securing a decent livelihood.
Objective: Give her another option, single mother.
Reward: 10,000 IP
Main Mission:
Impregnante Once
Choose: 5,000 IP or Carla's Skills
Impregnate Twice
Rewards: ?????????
Additional Missions:
Test out some news skills on her and make her cum with them(Complete)
Rewards: 15,000 IP
F*ck Carla unconscious(Complete)
Rewards: 20,000 IP
Give her a nice creampie(Complete)
Rewards: 5,000 IP
Bonus Missions:
Make Carla cum five times(Complete)
Reward: 10,000 IP
Ruin Carla for any future man(Complete)
Reward: 10,000 IP
Overwhelm Carla's entire being with your cock(Complete)
Reward: 5,000 IP
Have Carla accept her future fate of motherhood(Complete)
Reward: 15,000 IP
Ricky looked surprised at actually fully completing a mission, pulling up his pants before choosing Carla's skills over 5,000 IP.
(Epic Skill) Advanced Cleaning: This skill allows the individual to identify and eliminate even the most stubborn stains, odors, and impurities, ensuring that every surface sparkles and every corner is free of dust and grime.
'I think this is the first time I actually completed all the missions.' Ricky thought, proud of himself while about to stroll out of the room.
Only then did Ricky look back and think about it for a while before grabbing a piece of mint paper from his inventory and a pen from the side while starting to write something.
He paused for a moment, his brow furrowing in concentration, the pen gliding smoothly over the paper as his thoughts flowed into words.
Bending over, he placed it right next to the passed-out Carla, careful not to disturb her serene form.
As he straightened up, his gaze lingered on her beautiful naked body, the soft curves illuminated by the gentle light that filtered through the room.
'Now let's go avenge my grandpop's, shall we?'
"So as I was saying-"
*Clink*
*Clink*
*Clink*
The chatter slowly died down, replaced by the steady clinking of armor as Ricky rounded the corner.
All eyes turned towards his unexpected arrival silenced the mobsters, their conversation cut short as all eyes turned to him.
"I hope I'm not intruding on your little get-together." Ricky called out with a laugh, spreading his arms in a mockingly welcoming gesture.
In contrast, the mobsters' faces slowly twisted into glares, the mood turning tense as they stared him down.
"I'm the-oh, are these hors d'oeuvres?" Ricky's attention instantly shifted, his eyes locking onto a platter of deviled eggs off to the side.
He casually strolled over, momentarily forgetting the tense atmosphere as he reached for one with zero hesitation.
The hall fell into a heavy silence, the tension thickening as every gaze shifted from Ricky to the three bosses seated at the head of the room.
Though Ricky's carefree demeanor clashed with the grim mood, it wasn't hard for the gathered men to deduce who he was; his reputation as the Black Knight, intertwined with the church, preceded him.
The mobsters waited for the bosses' response, knowing this unexpected visitor was no ordinary intruder.
"You all don't mind, do you? I'm actually famished after f*cking this chick literally five minutes ago." Ricky admitted casually, grabbing a deviled egg from the table and popping it into his mouth.
The room fell into stunned silence as he then reached for a nearby wine glass, snatching it from one of the mob boss's hands without hesitation, and downed it in one smooth motion.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Ricky smirked at the mobsters, their shock palpable in the air as they exchanged tense glances.
The audacity of his words hung over them like a storm cloud, their glares simmering under the weight of his brazen behavior.
"Is that red, the good stuff?" Ricky chuckled, placing the now-empty glass back into the hands of Roberto, who clenched his jaw, a large vein throbbing visibly on his forehead as he struggled to contain his frustration.
Roberto's fingers tightened around the stem of the glass, his knuckles whitening as he fought the urge to react.
"What can I do for the Holy Black Knight of our beloved church?" Roberto asked, his voice calm, though the annoyance simmered beneath his formal tone.
Roberto forced a strained smile, knowing full well he had to relent, given Ricky's ties to the Vatican and his position as one of its most dangerous swords.
*Snap*
*Snap*
"Really quick, what are your names? I forgot on the way over here," Ricky snapped rudely in their faces, his voice cutting through the tense air as he flashed a grin, fully aware of the irritation bubbling up in the room.
The mobsters around him exchanged hard glances, their hands slowly inching toward the inside of their suits.
Ricky's blatant disrespect made their blood boil, but the bosses remained eerily calm, controlling the rising tension only for Roberto to raise his hand.
"I am Roberto Greco, this is Paolo Bruno, and he is Marco Inzerillo." Roberto stated, his voice steady as he introduced the others.
"Small world! I know a kid named Marco, crazy good chef, he's gonna go far." Ricky's eyes widened in surprise as he pointed a finger at Marco and with a mischievous grin, he licked his finger and walked over to the trio.
The bosses were staring daggers at Ricky, their eyes filled with bloodthirst as they seethed at his blatant disrespect.
Undeterred, Ricky pulled out a nearby chair and plopped down casually, that easy grin spreading even further across his face.
Completely unfazed by the palpable tension in the air, as if he were merely at a dinner party instead of in the den of the Sicilian underworld.
*BAM*
Slamming the chair onto the ground, Ricky settled himself at the table, now accommodating four figures as he leaned over.
"Now, you're probably wondering why I'm here, right?" Ricky gestured toward the bosses, who exchanged glances before nodding in acknowledgment.
"Well, before I dive into the story, I'd like everyone to take a seat." Ricky's request was unreasonable, and the mobsters hesitated, eyeing each other for confirmation.
"Holy Black Knight-"
"I SAID SIT DOWN!" Ricky's voice boomed, a flash of red energy flickering in his eyes.
The ebony blade at his side vibrated in delight, responding to the surge of rage radiating from him.
Ricky quickly flinched, feeling the weight of his own fury, and instinctively placed a hand over his chest.
"Whoa, I didn't think I had that in me." Ricky admitted, glancing around at the mobsters, who were already drawing their guns as he then turned his gaze back to the mob bosses, assessing their reactions.
"Humor me, will you?" Ricky said with a sly smile at the bosses, his tone deceptively casual as he reached for a nearby bottle of wine and began pouring himself a generous glass.
"Everyone sit down, do it." Roberto commanded, his voice steady and authoritative as Paolo and Marco exchanged glances before promptly following his lead and ordering their men.
The rest of the mobsters, sensing the shift in dynamics, took their seats, while those without chairs settled on the floor.
All the mobsters sat in bewilderment, exchanging confused glances at how this situation had unfolded.
The infamous Black Knight's presence at their secret meeting was baffling enough, but being ordered to sit down without a clear reason only heightened their unease.
Yet, amidst the confusion, the bosses Roberto, Paolo, and Marco remained stoic, their gazes locked on Ricky with unwavering seriousness.
They weren't just focused on his words; they were studying him, trying to discern his true intentions behind this bold intrusion.
"Alright, so the story starts some odd years ago when you three waged war against your mafia counterparts and all the rival families that didn't want to yield to Mussolini." Ricky took a casual sip from his glass, though the weight of his words immediately set the room on edge.
The mention of their violent past, a topic rarely spoken about in such casual terms, caused a ripple of unease among the mobsters.
Eyes darted toward the bosses, waiting for their reaction, but the trio remained stone-faced.
"Oh come on, I didn't come here because I have any problems with how Mafia Families operate." Ricky said with a lazy grin, swirling the wine in his glass as if it were the most interesting thing in the room.
"I mean, I couldn't care less for how you go about vying for power." Ricky eyes flicked up from the swirling liquid to meet the hardened gazes of the bosses.
"The problem I do have, however, is a man that was killed during that war." Ricky's tone shifted, growing colder as he locked eyes with each of the mafia bosses in turn.
"I don't know if you know him, but his name was Antonio Luciano." Ricky said, his voice steady but laced with a simmering intensity.
At the mention of the name, Roberto's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, the faintest sign of recognition.
His expression had shifted slightly, revealing just a hint of what Ricky was looking for as the knowing look that crossed Roberto's face spoke volumes, he remembered.
"But he obviously didn't win, did he?" Ricky gestured towards the three mob bosses.
"Because if he had, you wouldn't all be sitting here today." Ricky let the words sink in, watching as their eyes darkened.
"He lost, and like all men in this game, he couldn't just walk away. No, you all did what you had to do to wipe out the Luciano name, or at least tried to." Ricky's fingers drummed against the table rhythmically, his gaze sharp, but there was no malice, just understanding of the brutal game they played.
"But don't worry, the story doesn't end there." Ricky chuckled slightly, leaning in further with a toothy grin.
"You see, Antonio had a son, Lucky. Who escaped to America, looking to build his own 'American Dream.'" Ricky spread his hands wide, emphasizing the weight of the revelation, his wine glass tipping slightly as some of the liquid splashed onto the table.
Roberto opened his eyes again, this time with a deeper intensity, the name clearly resonating with him.
"Most people in that situation, watching everything they ever had ripped away, would give up, tuck themselves in some dark corner and just throw it all away. Hell, if I was in the same position with no one in my corner, I might've done just that." Ricky mused, leaning back in his chair as he glanced up at the ceiling.
"But not Lucky; he had drive, ambition, the kind that doesn't just vanish after one defeat." Ricky leaned closer, his eyes glimmering with immense respect for Lucky as he addressed the three bosses.
"Now, Lucky evidently took after his father, growing a family of his own, and along the way, he adopted a trashy orphan." Ricky declared, removing his helmet and placing it on the table as he locked eyes with the three bosses.
"And this orphan was just an irredeemable piece of f*cking trash and still is to some extent, but what that orphan never would have expected was that Lucky genuinely cared about him." Ricky said with a warm smile, channeling his powers to create a psychic box that trapped everyone seated inside without their knowledge.
"Lucky is many things, but that orphan never imagined he could be a good father. He constantly sought to prove any doubts he had wrong until the orphan began to believe in his words." Ricky said, tracing his finger around the rim of his wine glass
"Do any of you perhaps know the Luciano saying?" Ricky asked curiously, glancing at Marco and Paolo, who wore expressions of confusion, while Robert met his gaze directly.
"A Luciano never forgets their own." Robert's cold, brooding voice cut through the tension, causing Ricky to laugh as he flicked the wine glass over.
The wine splashed onto the white-clothed table, staining the silk fabric a deep red, creating a small pool of wine that framed the faces of the mob bosses looming above it.
"You understand why I'm here, right?" Ricky tilted his head, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and menace as the mobsters slowly stood, drawing their guns.
"This can go two ways-"
"Kill him; we'll deal with the church later!" Roberto commanded, his voice steady and authoritative as the men all aimed their guns at Ricky.
With hesitation, the air crackled as bullets surged toward Ricky, the mobsters' fingers tightening on their triggers, unleashing a deadly barrage.
Ricky, however, remained unnervingly calm, not even flinching as he reached for a butter knife on the table.
The bullets screamed through the air, mere moments away from tearing into his flesh.
Yet, just before impact, they abruptly halted, suspended in mid-flight by a shimmering dome shield that materialized around him.
The metallic projectiles clattered harmlessly to the ground, deflected by the unseen barrier, leaving Ricky untouched and still poised, a sly smile creeping across his face.
Time seemed to slow as the dome shield absorbed the relentless hail of bullets, each one flattening and falling to the floor in a chorus of muted clangs.
The mobsters watched in horrified disbelief, their gazes fixed on Ricky.
With deliberate grace, he lifted the butter knife and flicked it through the air at the new wave of oncoming bullets.
The motion was almost casual, a stark contrast to the chaos that had erupted moments before.
As the knife sailed through the air, it glinted in the dim light, a playful flicker of defiance. The instant it made contact, a shockwave rippled through the room.
"Full Counter."
In an instant, the room was plunged into chaos as blood splattered across the pristine marble flooring.
The unlucky shooters were torn apart by an unseen force, limbs and torsos shredded into chunks.
Flesh and bone exploded in gruesome bursts, painting the walls with crimson as the air thickened with the metallic scent of blood, mingling with the sickening sounds of tearing flesh and agonized screams.
Panic erupted among the remaining mobsters, their bravado shattered as they scrambled to escape the horrific scene unfolding before them.
Some mobsters were paralyzed with horror, their eyes wide with disbelief as the brutality was incomprehensible, as if a nightmare had sprung to life.
Blood sprayed across the room, splattering the walls and staining clothes like a gruesome water park.
The scene unfolded too quickly to fully register, and within moments, three-quarters of the men in the hall had been reduced to bloody remnants, their bodies mangled and unrecognizable.
The air was thick with the metallic stench of blood and the cacophony of terror-filled screams, a grim symphony underscoring Ricky's chilling display of power.
Those who survived were drenched in the blood of their comrades, standing frozen in a grisly tableau of carnage.
The once-quiet hall had transformed into a chamber of terror, echoing with the weight of their disbelief and horror.
The mobsters were left to grapple with the horrifying aftermath of the slaughter, their minds racing to comprehend the brutality they had just witnessed.
The air was heavy with the scent of iron, and the silence that followed was suffocating, punctuated only by the distant sound of their own ragged breaths.
Covered in the blood of their brothers, cousins, and friends, the mobsters felt their sanity unraveling, each droplet a reminder of their shattered lives.
As they stood amidst the chaos, their mentalities were torn to shreds, struggling to process the horror before them.
Meanwhile, Ricky, with a nonchalant demeanor, held back the deviled eggs he had just eaten, his expression a stark contrast to the carnage surrounding him.
"Disgusting. Jesus, am I actually getting used to this?" Ricky shook his head in disbelief, pushing the remaining deviled eggs aside after losing his appetite.
"Y-You-"
"Listen, you're all going to die here, so let's not make it as f*cking disgusting as whatever that was just now." Ricky stood up, his finger pointing menacingly at a nearby man, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"Fireball." Ricky muttered, his hand shooting out with a scorching burst of flame that collided with the nearest mobster.
The fireball struck him square in the chest, carving a gaping crater and incinerating him instantly.
The stench of burnt flesh filled the air, sending the remaining mobsters into a state of utter despair as they collectively realized the futility of their situation.
Fear seeped into their hearts, extinguishing any last remnants of courage they might have harbored.
Desperate to escape, the mobsters turned to flee, but collided violently with Ricky's shimmering barrier.
Panic surged through them as they scrambled and slammed against the invisible wall, their frantic attempts to break through met with relentless futility.
Their efforts only echoed in the chamber, the sound of bodies thudding against the shield mingling with their desperate shouts and gasps, but the barrier remained unyielding, trapping them within a deadly cage of their own making.
*BOOM*
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The desperate screams of the mobsters echoed as they pounded against Ricky's barrier, which was suddenly engulfed in a swirling storm of pyrokinetic flames.
The fiery vortex roared to life, surrounding them in a ring of fire that flickered and danced with malevolent glee.
Ricky's green eyes reflected the carnage unfolding around him, the blood splattering and the cries of terror resonating deep within him.
Each scream seemed to reverberate through his very being, intensifying the red light coursing through his irises as the glow thickened with every second he spent immersed in this hellish display.
"Water surge." Ricky declared, seizing the moment to practice his magic as a powerful stream of water shot forth from his hand, arcing gracefully through the air. He focused intently, conjuring more water to enhance the torrent.
The deluge surged down upon the mobsters attempting to flee, ensnaring them in its grasp.
The force of the cascading water swept them off their feet, trapping them in its relentless flow until they were all rounded up and helpless against the rising tide.
Crashing them down into the middle, Ricky felt a pang of discomfort clawing at him, a flicker of hesitation that clashed with the exhilaration coursing through his veins.
Yet, that crimson flash in his eyes, the raw power and intensity of it, convinced him he had come too far to turn back now.
"Earth Wall." Ricky commanded, summoning two massive earth walls that erupted from the ground, forming a sturdy barrier around the panicked mobsters.
As they scrambled and clawed at the dirt, desperate to escape, Ricky crushed his hands together, the walls slamming shut with a deafening roar.
*BOOM*
*SPLAT*
Blood immediately splattered out from the crevice between the two walls, the grotesque sound of bodies being crushed into a paste resonating through the hall.
When Ricky turned back to face the three bosses, however, he was taken aback.
They weren't cowering in fear; instead, they sat relaxed, smoking cigars as if they were merely spectators at a show, their faces impassive and composed.
It was as if they were accepting their fate with an unsettling calmness, a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding them.
"And here I thought you'd be begging me to spare you." Ricky chuckled, a hint of disbelief in his voice as he sat back down, his demeanor shifting from aggression to casual amusement.
With a swift motion, he closed his hand, and the nightmarish inferno around them dissipated, leaving only a looming silence.
"Kid, when you've been in this business as long as we have, killing as many people as we have, you already accept the fate that one day you might be done in the same way," Marco explained, his voice steady and resolute, knowing he's done far worse than what Ricky had done to his men today.
"It was surprising, but it is our fault for not already having our guys decked out in supernatural gear but Mussolini doesn't prioritize us anymore." Paolo chuckled in disdain, shaking his head as if to dismiss the idea that their predicament could have been avoided.
"You know, you might not be their blood, but it boggles me how much of a Luciano you are." Robert commented, dabbing the ash from his cigar to the side as he regarded Ricky with a mix of admiration and wariness.
"I mean, how arrogant you are and completely uncaring of the consequences, of course, not that you're all that." Robert pointed his cigar at him, a smirk playing on his lips as the other two laughed.
"Yeah, well, if it were this easy to kill you all, I wouldn't be wasting my time worrying about the consequences." Ricky suddenly laughed, his laughter slowly rising and overpowering the others, silencing them as his gaze fixed on the mob bosses as he unsheathed his sword and stood up.
"Any last words?" Ricky asked, choosing to indulge his curiosity one last time and the mob bosses exchanged glances, nodding as if they had reached a silent understanding.
"Go f*ck yourself-"
Ricky swung his ebony blade in a horizontal arc, severing all their heads in a single, fluid motion.
The heads rolled onto the table, their expressions frozen in shock as the lifeless bodies slumped forward.
*BLERGH*
Once everything was said and done, the red energy in Ricky's eyes faded away, leaving him momentarily disoriented.
Suddenly, he doubled over and threw up, the deviled eggs he had eaten earlier splattering messily across the table.
"I thought I could handle it but-"
*BLERGH*
Despite having held his composure throughout the encounter, the moment he dispatched the last three bosses, his stomach churned violently, betraying the calm facade he had carefully maintained.
He had grown accustomed to killing, yet the sight of mass carnage and the gruesome displays it left behind still turned his stomach.
His progress had been steady, but everything came to a grinding halt the moment he crushed a dozen men between two earth walls, the visceral reality of their demise shattering his composure.
Despite everything, Ricky wasn't a psychopath; he felt a profound disgust for himself when gazing at the aftermath, grappling with the disturbing realization of how far he had gone.
It wasn't until he noticed that his hand had never left the hilt of his sword that the full weight of his actions hit him.
Though Ricky had come to confront the families that had wiped out the Luciano name in Sicily, the Ebony Blade had unknowingly intensified his hatred and rage for what they had done to Lucky.
"F*ck."
Meanwhile outside,
"You don't think he did-" Chores began, striding toward the doors with Alexander slung over his shoulders.
He had already incapacitated the guards and was pulling open the double doors to the hall, his expression a mix of determination and urgency.
*BLERGH*
Chores stepped into the hall but immediately doubled over, retching as he vomited onto the floor.
He shook his head in disbelief before heaving again, another wave of nausea forcing him to expel more of his stomach's contents onto the already stained marble.
"WHAT THE F*CK, SLICK!" Chores yelled, actually cursing at him, watching as Ricky struggled to regain his composure, only to start gagging again.
The sight before them was a horrific tableau, a grotesque reminder of the brutality that had just unfolded.
Corpses littered the floor, their lifeless forms twisted and mangled in grotesque positions.
Flesh was shredded and torn, scattered like discarded rags, while blood pooled in dark, congealing puddles, staining the pristine marble.
Organs clung to the walls, splattered in gruesome arcs, creating a macabre mosaic of death.
Bodies piled upon one another, limbs intermingled in a nightmarish heap, some heads severed cleanly, rolling lifelessly in the crimson tide.
The stench of iron and decay filled the air, heavy and suffocating, a cruel reminder of the violence that had erupted just moments before.
*BLERGH*
Chores threw up once more, his body convulsing as he heaved out another helping of vomit, the contents of his stomach splattering against the floor.
"C-Chores stop-" Ricky covered his mouth, shaking his head only to gag to the side.
*BLERGH*
"Oh god~" Ricky said, the words barely escaping his lips before he doubled over, throwing up violently as he clutched his stomach.
"This is nothing; if anything, it's just an average sight on a battlefield," Alexander remarked, his voice steady as he surveyed the gruesome scene around him.
It felt eerily familiar, like walking through the aftermath of one of his own battles.
"That's it, I need a break from this sword," Ricky muttered under his breath, his grip tightening around the ebony blade.
He took a moment to gather himself, then reached for his storage key, unlocking it with a flick of his wrist.
"This whole mindf*ck thing, I tried, but you're in timeout until my mind doesn't feel like I'm in a haze." Ricky sighed slightly, his voice laced with frustration as he hurled the confused blade into his isolated storage space.
However, strangely enough, his knight uniform didn't vanish like the blade did, and Ricky didn't bother to ponder why.
Instead, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the taste of bile still lingering, and walked past the aggrieved Chores, who was still leaning against the doorframe, visibly shaken.
Alexander, unfazed by the carnage, hopped onto his shoulder, actually showing a reminiscent expression amidst the horrid array of bodies.
"Alright come on, we got a bunch of stuff to steal."
30 minutes of walking later,
"This-.....this obviously isn't a trap, right?" Ricky asked, glancing at Alexander perched on his shoulder.
They both stared at the ominous double doors ahead, their heavy wooden frames looming like sentinels, a sense of dread hanging in the air.
The coordinates Verdelet had provided led them to the outskirts of old Sicily, a place where the remnants of ancient structures were gradually giving way to modern renovations.
As they approached, Ricky felt a sense of confusion wash over him; what had been promised as a meeting point now resembled an ancient graveyard.
The ground was littered with weathered stones, and crumbling statues stood as silent witnesses to time's passage but Alexander, however, was filled with a palpable wariness.
"This is-....impossible." Alexander stared at the familiar style, the intricate architecture surrounding them, and felt a wave of disbelief wash over him.
Memories flooded back, intertwining with the present in a way that left him breathless at his own realization.
"Young Ricky, th-this is the work of Daedalus, you must be wary." Alexander stammered, his voice tinged with an urgency that made Ricky's skin prickle.
The familiar unease coursed through Alexander as he shifted anxiously, his tiny claws gripping Ricky's shoulder tighter.
*COUGH*
*COUGH*
Chores was off to the side, hacking and coughing, still reeling from the horrifying realization of just how disturbingly squishy a human body truly is.
The vivid imagery of flesh being torn and bones snapping replayed in his mind like a grotesque film he couldn't turn away from.
"Daedalus?" Ricky asked, finally noticing how anxious Alexander truly was in this place.
"Yes, he was and is still considered one of the most influential architects in Greek history." Alexander shook his head, genuinely shocked as the realization settled over him like a heavy shroud.
"However, his jealousy over his disciple and nephew's brilliance led to his imprisonment, where he forged a pair of wings for himself and his son, Icarus." Alexander explained, his voice low and tense and Ricky's eyes widened in recognition as the story clicked into place.
"The guy who flew too close to the sun?" Ricky actually asked, recalling the tale of ambition and tragedy while Alexander nodded slowly, the weight of the myth settling heavily between them.
"Yes, but instead of being punished for his escape, the gods took pity on him and banished him from Greece," Alexander continued, his voice laced with urgency. He hopped off Ricky's shoulder and scurried over to the temple doors, his paw tracing over the rune carvings.
"It was said that he wandered the lands as a nomad before arriving in Sicily, but I merely thought of it as legend." Alexander added, backing up a few steps as the ancient structure loomed before him, an undeniable relic of the past.
"Young Ricky, I am certain of one thing after seeing these doors," Alexander said, his tone grave as Ricky gestured for him to continue, sensing the weight of his words.
"And that is?" Ricky prompted, leaning in, the tension palpable as Alexander allowed the moment to simmer, his gaze fixed on Ricky's green eyes.
"The bank vault of those mafia families is the tomb of Daedalus."
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