Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 214 [The Savior of Darkness]

The night was dark.

Wangdu South District.

No. 64, Fengcui Street.

Of course, many long-time residents of the southern district prefer to call this place—

Temple.

The so-called sanctuary is actually an ancient church.

Its construction dates back to when the capital was first established.

At that time, the kingdom was newly established, and the capital was in dire need of reconstruction. A large number of immigrants flocked from the Old World.

Most of them came from the Fengcui area.

These people banded together and settled down in the southern district.

At that time, the kingdom's religious policy had not yet been fully established. Although it had fought a major battle with the Sun God Church in the founding war, it had not banned the Sun God Church's beliefs.

Many of the people of Fengcui are also devout followers of the Sun God religion, so after settling down, they immediately raised funds to build a church.

This was the precursor to the sanctuary.

Later, the kingdom began to crack down on the Sun God religion until it was completely banned. Many people were forced to convert, and the church was originally slated for demolition.

However, considering the public sentiment, it was preserved, but everything related to the Sun God Church was demolished, and the place also became the administrative office of the eastern district of the capital.

Years later, as the capital continued to expand, this place was gradually abandoned and faced the risk of being demolished again.

At this point, the Martino family stepped forward, bought the building, and after some minor renovations, turned it into their family office.

As the Martino family's status gradually rose among the major mafia groups in the South, the significance of this place to the Royal Capital Mafia became entirely different.

This place became their sanctuary.

The family that occupies this building is considered the leader of the Mafia and the leader of the entire Mafia family alliance.

In addition to its other functions, the sanctuary also serves as a prayer place for the Royal Capital Mafia.

Although the Sun God religion has been banned, people can always find a spiritual refuge.

The Royal Capital Mafia had long abandoned their faith in the sun god; they had long since begun to worship violence and darkness.

One theory suggests that the true name of the God of Destruction originated in the royal capital.

The first God of Destruction to be named by his true name was the patriarch of the Martino family.

The veracity of this claim remains to be verified, but what is certain is that the mafia families in the capital city all firmly believe in violence and darkness.

They called him the Savior of Darkness.

“Great Lord, please hear the prayer of your most faithful believer. I pray that you will grant me the greatest strength and bestow upon me the most blazing glory. I will carry your strength and your glory, and spread your name and your way on every path to the Kingdom of Heaven, so that the flowers of darkness may bloom in every corner.”

"Amen."

The prayer is over.

Vasini made a dark triangle gesture with utmost solemnity, then slowly opened his eyes.

The sanctuary was dimly lit by only a few lamps, making the darkness even more intense in the deepest recesses.

The object of worship for the capital's mafia, the Dark Savior, has no physical form; there isn't even a statue of him.

Initially, it was probably to prevent the kingdom from banning it. Later, it was gradually spread that the Dark Savior was formless and intangible, omnipresent, and darkness was his embodiment, so there was no need to make a statue. Wherever there is darkness, there is him.

Vasini was quite tired.

He returned to his throne in the sanctuary, the symbol of the family head and the leader of the entire capital's mafia.

But he already felt that this symbol was too heavy, so heavy that it made him feel completely suffocated.

Today, the family lost another piece of territory. Panic has gripped the area.

Kovacsini was somewhat powerless.

Besides coming here to pray.

The power of the Old World immigrants was growing stronger; they were younger and more energetic than their own people because they had nothing.

In contrast, the mafia, which has been rooted in the capital for nearly a hundred years, has become accustomed to a comfortable life. In earlier years, their fathers may have still had some passion and were willing to risk everything for the honor of their family.

But in this day and age, there are far too few people who can uphold this belief.

Everyone is fighting their own battles, and the so-called Mafia alliance is practically defunct. It's more practical to talk business than to fight each other.

Those families that had previously defected were won over in this way.

The other party promised that the business would remain unchanged and the profits would be split equally, and that was enough.

Vasini felt angry, but there was really nothing he could do. He had been in power for too short a time. If he had been given more time, things might have been different.

But that's how the world is; it doesn't revolve around individual will.

Just like three years ago, when he was sailing the seas, enjoying his happy times without restraint, a telegram pulled him back to his family.

His father died of an acute heart attack. His family consisted entirely of women except for him, so he had to return to inherit everything.

For the past three years, he has worked diligently and conscientiously to maintain the family's prestige.

Can……

Perhaps this truly is the end for the Mafia.

This kind of family bloodline connection is no longer sufficient to survive in today's era.

Vasini couldn't resist taking out a cigarette, lighting it, and smoking it in the darkness.

For the past three years, his life has consisted almost entirely of his family. The only ways he could relieve stress, besides smoking, were prayer.

He used to scoff at the so-called savior of darkness, but now, the only thing he could turn to for help was this elusive darkness.

After finishing his cigarette, he stubbed it out in the ashtray and began to offer his final prayer.

“Great Savior, please listen to me…”

midnight.

Hotel Aphponia.

Ethan suddenly woke up from his sleep.

Because just a moment ago, he seemed to have heard a sound.

It seemed as if someone was praying in his ear, with utmost devotion.

He looked around with extreme vigilance, his hand already gripping the ebony, trying his best not to make a sound.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the occasional piercing sound of police sirens from afar.

His senses told him there was no problem.

There was no one else in the room.

He didn't loosen his grip on the gun, his mind half-immersed in the 'name of the true God'.

If there are no problems in the surrounding area, then the source of the problem may lie within yourself.

When he was immersed in the name of the true God and had mastered all the true names, including the crown of the King of the North Sea.

He heard that voice again.

"...Grant me your greatest power, and I will repay you with your most magnificent openness. Great Savior of Darkness, I sing your name. I swear by my soul, my name, my body, and everything I have, that I will serve you for the rest of my life. I only ask that you look at me once!"

(End of this chapter)