Marvel: Impregnation System

Chapter 112: Chapter 109: A Fallen Angel (R18)

"God, you smell so damn good~" Ricky murmured into Carla's ear, his voice low and heated as he watched her tremble in his arms.

Carla nearly contorted in Ricky's embrace, her body twisting and turning as she struggled to contain the sultry words swirling on the tip of her tongue.

However, even if Carla wanted to regain her composure, Ricky's sheer presence enveloped her, compelling her into a calm and relaxed state.

His words, blunt yet laced with an irresistible allure, made her blush deepen with every syllable he spoke.

Finally, his hands slipped beneath her modest attire, his fingers exploring with a deliberate, tantalizing slowness as they ventured into her folds.

One hand traced his touch along the sensitive curve of her walls, while the other teased her clit with slow, deliberate movements.

Carla's moan, suppressed for as long as she could manage, finally broke free, and Ricky's smile widened in satisfaction.

'Wet to the touch.'

"A-Ah~" Carla couldn't hold back any longer, a soft moan escaping her lips before she quickly covered her mouth, her wide eyes darting nervously around the hallway.

"N-Not here, Ricky w-w can't-"

"Can't what?" Ricky asked, his hands intensifying their amplifying movements, making Carla shiver uncontrollably.

"Can't-ah~" Carla tried to speak, desperate to say something, anything to stop Ricky from making her feel so overwhelmed in the hallway, but another moan escaped her before she could finish.

"Ricky~" Carla whimpered, glancing back at him with teary eyes, her voice filled with both need and longing.

Ricky's reaction was immediate, his desire intensifying as his lips captured hers in a passionate kiss.

Ricky pulled his pants down just enough, his ravenous lips silencing Carla's words as he lifted her robes with a swift, purposeful motion.

Carla, lost in the kiss, closed her eyes as her tongue danced with Ricky's, but suddenly, her eyes snapped open, a surge of awareness jolting through her.

Instinctively attempting to pull away, Ricky deepened the kiss as he felt her pupils flutter upwards as he slowly slid his cock into her, the heat of her embrace pulling him in deeper.

'Jesus Christ, it's like I never left.' Ricky thought, his tongue swirling around Carla's as he felt her tighten around him.

Even after having Augustine, Carla felt the same way when he took her in that storage closet.

Ricky shivered slightly, thrusting the last part of his cock into Carla and feeling the tightness of her wet cave compact and twitch around him.

Carla felt completely out of breath, her body pressed against the wall as she struggled to regain any semblance of coherence, her voice faltering into nothing more than sultry, wet breaths.

Ricky held her firmly in place, impaled on his being as his tongue surged into her mouth, dominating every facet of her completely.

Breaking away, her tongue remained outstretched, a drop of Ricky's saliva slipping down its edge and dripping onto the floor below.

Instead of a rebuttal, Ricky was met with a look of a reformed attic caught chasing an old high, as Carla melted into his embrace.

It was only brief, but Ricky's addictive touch had left Carla on edge for months after they departed, until she finally regained control of herself.

Yet, after tasting him once more, feeling his saliva swirl around her tastebuds once more, Carla felt a wave of numbness wash over her as she relished the return of that familiar feeling.

"I've always wanted to f*ck a nun, Carla, and now, I'm going to," Ricky smirked, his smile taking on a sleazier edge as he slightly pulled back his hips.

With one fluid motion, he slammed it all back into Carla, her walls reacting as she swelled around him, nectar dripping down her thighs as she strained under the intensity.

Carla wanted to moan, to scream, but she bit her lip instead, knowing they weren't just in the hallway, they were right outside her little Augustine's room.

"Ricky, take me in your room-" Carla almost begged, her voice trailing off as she glanced back, before her pleading eyes rolled back in sheer desire.

Thwap

The wet, squelching sound of Ricky's cock plunging into her flushed folds echoed through the hallway, cutting off her words and drawing a reaction from deep within her.

"Carla, what kind of example are we setting if we don't finish the things we started?" Ricky asked, his voice tight as the veins in his neck pulsed, his hands slipping under her robe.

His fingertips traced along her olive skin, savoring the familiar curves as he shamelessly groped her, all while his cock filled her completely.

Carla's head rested against the wall, her teeth clenched as ragged breaths escaped her, the sound of her moans replacing the sharp huffs.

Their reunion flashing through her mind, remembering as Carla felt a rush of anxiety and embarrassment when she saw Ricky again, relieved he hadn't forgotten, but deeply self-conscious about how she had behaved the first time they were together.

Even then, she couldn't fathom how she had acted in such a disgraceful way, but now the memory flooded back, how her body had become putty in Ricky's lustful hands.

Ricky shaped her, controlled her, consumed her entirely, as Carla felt herself slipping deeper and deeper into his hold once more.

"Just let it out Carla, let it out." Ricky's voice was a devilish whisper, his face flushed a sadistic red at the thought of her moaning in God's house, without a single care.

Ricky wanted to see it, he wanted to break her, to turn her from this nun-like figure back into the woman who had screamed at his touch in a mere storage closet.

THWAP

The sound of her wet cunt spiraled out as Ricky rammed his hips into her small perky ass, a splash following from her convulsing folds.

The floor beneath them was slowly dripping, soaking with Carla's essence, the holy sanctum tainted by the lust of a woman torn between devotion and desire.

Carla was meant to be inducted into the nunhood, to take a vow to God, yet here she was, giving her entire being to Ricky instead.

"Let it out~" Ricky whispered again, driving into Carla's backside, watching her convulse with every thrust, every movement.

It took every ounce of her strength to keep those sultry, wet moans contained beneath her trembling tongue.

She looked up to God for strength as Ricky slithered himself around her body, yanking her mind back into the relentless chain of pleasure.

Her mind swirled with pleasure, every thought of rebuttal crushed with each kiss of his tip against her womb.

Ricky's eyes were predatory, knowing Carla was his and would never be devoted to anything but his cock and that thought drove him to increase his pace.

That's when Ricky grabbed both of her hands, pulling them back as he thrust with even more aggression, forcing Carla's back to arch upwards.

Carla's head jerked up as his cock smashed into her, swarming her mind with a torrent of pure pleasure as her teeth ground together, and drool escaped from the side of her open mouth

She clenched, twitched, and gushed around Ricky, already fallen to his whims, the only resistance left being her mind.

It was a ruthless cycle of motion, Ricky pulling out just enough for the tip of his cock to graze her folds, only to yank her arms back and impale her once more.

THWAP

THWAP

THWAP

The wet, suffocating applause of Carla's pussy echoed through the hallway, filling the air with the slimy and filthy, primal acts of the two heathens.

Their sinful embrace left the floor drenched in a lustful combination of liquids, as Carla continually spewed nectar with every unforgiving thrust.

Carla's folds were squealing for mercy, but her mouth remained tightly shut, trying to preserve the last bit of dignity in God's house and yet, her very foundations were crumbling under the force of Ricky

His cock twitched in the constant embrace that wrapped around him, fueling his lust as he ramped up his pace.

Ricky's jaw tightened as he ramped up his pace to another level, slamming back into Carla, who took every thrust without a single moan or complaint.

Ricky's balls churned with a strain, urging him to release everything into Carla as he pulled his hips back once more

Carla, nearly broken at this point, felt her being hollow out as he pulled away before Ricky drove his entire body into the next thrust, pressing up against her.

Carla's eyes widened to an abnormal degree as she felt Ricky swarm every inch of her insides, splitting her insides, and then pushing even further

Her body instinctively tried to push away, but Ricky followed, pinning her against the wall as Carla was forced to take every inch of him.

It was then that the last spark of resolve, the final shred of will, completely melted away under the feeling of his cum pouring into her.

The warmth that had driven her into a numb state in that closet three years ago resurfaced with purpose, threatening to flip everything she stood for upside down as she opened her mouth.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~" Carla screamed, releasing the pleasure she'd been holding in, her mind turning to mush as her insides flushed with the intensity of her climax.

Ricky wrapped his arms around Carla, pressing his face into the curve of her neck as he held her against him as he kept her locked in place.

Chaining her entire body, her every breath, chained to his cock which continuously pumped her full of cum.

Carla's scream riddled moans dissolved into a breathless, pleasure-soaked moan, her lungs struggling to draw in air beneath Ricky's relentless hold.

She was left gasping, her chest heaving as his grip kept her captive, her body trembling under the force of it all.

Tears slipped from her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips as she stared up at the ceiling, feeling that connection that was seemingly lost three years ago.

Carla had broken beneath the weight of Ricky, reshaped by the overwhelming pleasure, and completely consumed by his presence once more.

"A-Ah~" Carla trembled, on the brink of collapsing onto the drenched ground, but Ricky kept her steady, slowly pulling out before lifting her effortlessly into a princess carry, tugging his pants up just enough to regain his composure.

"Don't worry, I've masked our voices with a magic barrier so that no one but me could hear those beautiful moans." Ricky assured Carla, who was still twitching in his arms as he carried her down the hallway.

"I'm sorry, but I just couldn't resist seeing you squirm and whine in my arms." Ricky teased as he walked into his room, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

Ricky gently laid Carla on the bed, her hazy eyes watching him as he slowly peeled off his shirt.

Her cheeks flushed instinctively, and already lost in that haze of pleasure, her hands moved on their own, reaching out as she stared at his chest, blushing even deeper.

Ricky hadn't even fully removed his shirt when he felt Carla's fingers tracing along the grooves of his abs.

Her gaze was fixed on his chest, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly at her eager touch.

"Wow~" Carla muttered, the word slipping out before she fully snapped out of her daze. Realizing what she'd just said, her eyes widened in embarrassment.

"I-you-it's-"

"It's alright, feel me up as much as you want." Ricky said with a teasing grin, catching her hand before she could pull away as he guided it back to his abs, letting her fingers explore the hard lines of his muscles.

"In fact, after all this time, it's only fair that you have your way with me," Ricky said with a playful glint in his eyes.

His grin widened as he got a mischievous idea, grabbing Carla and pulling her on top of him as he leaned back, inviting her touch.

Ricky fell back onto the bed, his momentum causing Carla to land squarely on top of him.

Her eyes went wide as she realized their new position, her face turning a deep shade of red.

She couldn't stop her gaze from flickering between Ricky's teasing smile, his piercing eyes, and the sculpted body beneath her.

Carla was completely frozen in embarrassment, her face so red it looked like steam might actually be pouring from her ears.

Ricky, however, only found more amusement in her flustered state, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he enjoyed teasing her even further.

"Ricky~" Carla whined, her voice barely a whisper as she tried to hide her face with her free hand.

But before she could, Ricky caught it effortlessly, gripping both her hands and grinning up at her, clearly enjoying every second of her flustered state.

His fingers interlocked with hers, leaving Carla with nothing to hide the overwhelming shyness that had taken over her.

She sat there for a moment, her thoughts swirling, trying to summon the courage that always seemed to slip away.

Finally, she turned to Ricky, her eyes flickering with uncertainty, yet something deep inside her made her face him.

"T-Thank you," Carla whispered quickly, her voice soft and trembling.

Ricky leaned up slightly, his face coming closer as he watched her eyes slowly meet his, the air between them thick with unspoken tension.

"For what? If anything, I should thank you for giving me a beautiful son." Ricky said, his voice low and teasing as he lightly pecked her lips, but before she could respond, his lips found hers again, this time with a deeper, more lingering kiss.

The kiss was passionate, soft yet intense, a stark contrast to the aggressive moments before.

Which was Carla who finally broke the kiss, her breath shaky as she rested her forehead against his, her eyes closing as she sought a moment of calm amidst the whirlwind of emotions.

"Thank you for not abandoning me. For giving me and Augustine this wonderful life," Carla said, her voice filled with gratitude as she looked at Ricky, appreciating all he had done for her and their child.

But Ricky's expression faltered, his smile fading into a frown as the weight of her words seemed to stir something in him, and he looked at her with a complexity in his eyes.

Ricky's gaze lingered on Carla, her modest robe a stark contrast to the lavish life he could have given her.

His eyes flickered to the simple, lackluster scenery of the Vatican, frustration building within him.

Ricky slowly realized that he wasn't happy with this reaction of Carla and had expected more, for her to be more greedy.

In his mind, Carla should have asked for everything, for anything, and he would have given it all to her.

But instead, she had thanked him, content with the life he had already provided, and was gracious with what she had.

It left him feeling a mix of confusion and something deeper, an unspoken desire to give her more than she ever thought to ask for.

It was then that he pulled up that completed mission from three years ago, what he thought was a chance to get closer to her had actually revealed something deeper.

The description didn't just describe a path to her; it revealed who she truly was.

Carla was a kind soul, someone born with nothing but a rough life, expected to struggle and survive in the mud, yet she never let it tarnish her spirit.

What made it even worse was the culture Carla had been raised in, where she was taught from an early age that she would never be more than a mistress.

She had accepted this harsh reality, understanding that she would likely be treated as nothing more than a plaything by a mobster, perhaps even ridiculed by the legitimate wife.

Yet, despite all of this, even though Ricky had only held her once, in a random closet, she couldn't help but feel something more and that brief moment, however fleeting, had meant more to her than she ever expected.

Ricky had sent her to a place where she was treated as something more, someone worthy of respect.

The knowledge that she would never be treated like dirt again warmed Carla's heart.

It was a feeling she hadn't known in so long, a sense of dignity she had long been denied, and it gave her a newfound strength, knowing that someone, especially Ricky, saw her for who she truly was.

All of this overwhelmed Ricky, causing him to collapse onto the bed, the springs creaking beneath them.

He stared at Carla, her warm smile reflecting a quiet strength and gratitude that made his chest tighten.

For a moment, everything else faded, and it was just the two of them, sharing a silent understanding that spoke volumes.

"Don't you want more?" Ricky couldn't help but ask, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.

But Carla slowly shook her head, her smile gentle yet firm, as if she knew exactly what she needed and didn't want anything else.

"What you've given me is more than I could've ever asked for or deserved-" Carla began to say, but Ricky's smile faltered, his teasing expression replaced by a deeper, more serious frown.

"What if I think you deserve more?" Ricky asked, his voice low and intense as he gently cupped Carla's face, bringing it close to his as his serious gaze locked with hers.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he pressed a soft kiss to the back of her hand, the gesture filled with a tenderness that spoke volumes before releasing her blushing face.

"I-I couldn't possibility think-"

"But I think you should. Isn't that enough reason?" Ricky asked, his words strangely compelling despite not making much sense.

Carla found herself speechless, unsure of how to respond to the intensity in his voice and the conviction behind his words.

"But-"

"Nope, I've decided to give you and Augustine more," Ricky interrupted, his tone firm as his hands reluctantly pulled away from her hand.

In a swift motion, he removed her nun's robes, tossing them aside with a determined look in his eyes.

"Starting with this ugly ass robe, you're going to wear only the finest silk, because I said so." Ricky said, his tone firm as his hand gripped hers.

"And this body, this beautiful body, will only wear the most serene jewels to complement it." Ricky lifted himself to meet her gaze, gently placing Carla on his lap as she sat spellbound by his promises.

"It's-"

"Not enough? Then I'll buy you a mansion, somewhere that can match your new lifestyle." Ricky kissed her collarbone, his lips trailing up to meet hers, sealing them in a passionate kiss.

It was then that Ricky lifted her petite frame, positioning her already cum soaked folds above his towering cock as Carla hovered over his hardened form, her body already trembling with anticipation.

Then, slowly, Ricky guided her down, her body sinking onto him as she gracefully slid down his length in such a graceful manner, each movement bringing them closer until he was fully inside her, completely enveloped by Carla.

Muffled moans trickled out her throat, though it was entirely filled by Ricky's tongue, swirling in a graceful motion that coaxed them deeper.

His hand gently cupped her chin, holding her in the intensity of his kiss, while his other hand gripped her perky ass, squeezing tightly.

Ricky gripped her tightly, bobbing it slowly up and down, savoring the reactions of her body, every twitch and slight jerk at his every motion as he couldn't get enough of it.

"Ah~" Carla finally managed to gasp, once Ricky released her lips and trailed his kisses down to her slick, sweet body.

Her body swayed above him like a wave, moving gracefully back and forth, while her face tilted toward the sky, her eyes closed as she relished the sensation

There were no aggressive thrusts; Ricky made sure Carla felt every inch of him, the pulsing veins against her wet walls, every twitch that sent shivers down her spine.

"AH~" Carla let out a sensual moan, arching her body backward as Ricky wrapped his arms around her, keeping this beautiful woman from falling from grace.

Allowing this angel to spread her wings, bestowing divine messages through her wet lips and lighting up the room with the mere presence of her heavenly form.

Then, Ricky no longer had to guide her; Carla took control, sensually lifting her hips, revealing his cock, slobbered in her angelic essence before she lowered herself slowly and gracefully, enveloping him in the warmth of her blessed being.

Their bodies intertwined, not with ravenous intensity or brute force, but with a refined, deliberate elegance

It was a mutual respect, melting into one another as Carla allowed herself to merge with Ricky, feeling him elevate the pleasure to an entirely different level of experience.

"A-Ah~" Carla's steamy moan escaped her luscious lips as she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Ricky's neck and pulling him deeper into her embrace.

Both held each other tightly as Carla increased her pace, while Ricky anchored her with a firm grip.

The room was filled with the slick, wet sounds of Carla gently rising atop Ricky, clinging to him with every part of her body, her heart, and her soul.

Carla felt the rising swell in the pit of her stomach, but instead of fleeing from it, being ashamed of it, she embraced it, spreading her wings and soaring toward it as her hips descended onto Ricky's firm body.

Her angelic nectar leaked onto Ricky's thigh, staining the cheap sheets beneath them with their intoxicating essence.

Everything about Ricky made Carla feel comfortable showing this side of herself, vulnerable and bare, as she wanted him to have it all.

Her folds drooled on his cock with every lift of her body, then engulfing him over and over in a fast, fluid rhythm

Carla longed to feel the twitch of his body send shivers down her spine, wanting him to experience all the joy he had brought her.

Even when she was in control, Carla unselfishly wanted Ricky to feel everything he desired, bouncing on top of him in a swift rhythm as her moans flowed like a storm.

"Ah~"

"Ah~"

"Ah~"

Carla wrapped her arms around Ricky's neck, using it as leverage to quicken her pace, anchoring herself as her moans spilled out, a clear sign she was losing herself.

When Carla willingly sank down onto Ricky once more, she felt the aching twitch that built to fill her deeply.

Her resolve resurfaced as she lifted her body to the top of his cock, then slammed down in a relentless manner.

CLAP

Her ass smacked against her thighs as her wings, once spread with such innocence, began to willingly darken, symbolizing her complete surrender and corruption to the man who wanted to give her everything she didn't ask for.

CLAP

Her hips moved with ravenous intent, enveloping Ricky completely as her form descended upon him, her angelic presence slowly transforming into something more untamed.

CLAP

The grace was wilting away, trickling away with each bead of sweet extinguished from her pours as she slammed her body down onto his cock.

CLAP

Longing for that intoxicating feeling that numbed her senses, as Ricky's body tightened around her, leaving her breathless and exhausted, yet she pressed on.

CLPA

Ricky felt his balls tighten, his climax approaching as he looked up at Carla, who smiled gently, her presence illuminated by a flickering light that seemed to halo around her.

Leaning in, her lips delicately brushed against his before her body descended from the heavens, falling onto cock.

Carla's entire body shook uncontrollably, her insides flushing as an erupting warmth flooded her, erasing every trace of purity and filling her with his milky cum.

The heat of him made her heart race, his essence swirling inside her, settling deep within her stomach as she didn't shy away from it; instead, she sank further into the sensation, embracing it fully.

Carla fully surrendered to her own pleasure, feeling it surge to an entirely new level before collapsing into Ricky's arms, breathless and spent.

Their lips parted with heavy breaths, both of them collapsing into each other as Carla rested her head on his shoulder, completely drained.

Ricky could have gone a few more rounds, but he held back, gently pushing aside the strands of her tangled hair to soothe her weary face.

"Come here." Ricky leaned back, guiding her into the worn, cheap bed as he pulled the covers over them.

Carla nestled into his embrace, feeling at home in the warmth he provided, both inside and out, allowing herself to be fully consumed by Ricky.

The night passed in each other's arms, wrapped in warmth, until the first light of dawn revealed the intertwining of their bodies, bathed in the soft glow of the rising sun.

Carla's eyes fluttered open, her gaze tracing Ricky's form, bathed in the soft morning light as she was mesmerized, her hands gently brushing against his skin as if she were discovering him all over again.

"I know, even I get lost in my own features," Ricky whispered, his green eyes narrowing into crescent moons as they caught Carla clearly red handed, who was too trapped in his embrace to escape her embarrassment.

"Good morning~" Ricky whispered, kissing her palm and chuckling at the things that never change as Carla ducked her head, yet managed to meet his gaze.

"Good morning."

For the next hour or so, Ricky refused to let her slip from his embrace, savoring every moment with her body until, eventually, he allowed her to gently break free with one small condition.

"I-I have to go check on Augustine, but about earlier-"

"Don't worry, just trust me." Ricky slid up behind her, fully dressed, while Carla glanced at the clothes, which were anything but modest.

Ricky had torn her nun robes, gone through a portal, and returned with an expensive dress from Dracula's castle, offering it to Carla.

Carla hesitated, wanting to refuse since it seemed too extravagant for her, but the fact that it was a gift from Ricky made her feel ashamed to turn it down.

To make matters worse in Carla's mind, the jewelry Ricky had inherited from the mafia families after that massacre three years ago now adorned her body.

Once draped in dull clothes, she now sparkled like a star, her mere presence demanding the attention of everyone around her.

10 minutes later,

BAM

"Father Ricky, how can I help you-" Pope Pius was interrupted as he looked up from reviewing multiple papers to see Ricky kicking open the doors and marching in.

To the Pope's confusion, Ricky slammed two gold bars onto his desk, locking eyes with him as he did.

"Am I being bribed?" Pope Pius genugly asked, really confused at what was happening as Ricky shook his head.

"No, this is for you to give Carla the treatment of a queen until I've completely cleared out New York." Ricky tapped the gold bars, and Pope Pius slowly began to grasp what was happening.

"Father Ricky, I think you are confused but we offered her-"

"I know, she probably rejected them with some excuse like, 'I would never want to use the Lord's funds on my undeserving self,' right?" Ricky said, finishing his thought as Pope Pius merely shrugged in response.

"Well, just tell her it's not the Lord's funds, but mine. She'll bend after two or three more assurances," Ricky instructed, and Pope Pius nodded slowly in understanding.

"May I ask what a 'queen's treatment' entails?" Pope Pius inquired, clearly seeking more guidance on how to proceed as Ricky simply shrugged in response.

"I don't know, just get her a luxurious room with handmaidens or servants, or whatever they're called." Ricky said, then placed some jewelry on the counter as Pope Pius looked up at him.

"And this?'

"It's jewelry for her. And can you make sure she gets proper boxes, or whatever fancy containers you use for expensive jewelry?" Ricky gestured to the pieces as Pope Pius leaned back in his chair.

"Anything else?" Pope Pius asked, clearly unconcerned, since it wasn't a big deal, especially with Ricky providing the funds.

"I think that's it." Ricky nodded, and Pope Pius smiled before crossing his hands.

"Then may we discuss Augustine future-"

"No." Ricky shook his head, and Pope Pius tilted his.

"No?"

"I'm not going to force Augustine to be the future Black Knight. If he wants to, that's fine, but I just want him to grow up happy and be able to do whatever the f*ck he chooses. Even if that means being some weird abstract painter." Ricky held up a finger, clearly emphasizing that he wasn't about to subject Augustine to such mind-shattering experiences.

"But the church-"

"Has a Black Knight, and that's enough." Ricky raised his gaze, clearly drawing a line before Pope Pius, signaling that it wasn't a matter up for debate.

"I'm the Black Knight, and that's the end of this conversation." Ricky knocked on the table, then turned around and waved as he walked away.

"Message me if anyone tries to mess with the church. I'll come and kill them all!" Ricky assured Pope Pius as he turned the corner, leaving the Pope to his thoughts.

"Such an interesting development," Pope Pius muttered to himself, but he didn't say another word and resumed his work.

Meanwhile in the garden,

"Kitty, come here, kitty~" Augustine giggled madly, chasing after the scurrying Garfield, who was suddenly scooped up and tossed in front of one of Ricky's other bastards.

"Stay away, you devil's spawn!" Garfield yelled, trying to scurry up a tree, only to slam into an invisible barrier and tumble back into Augustine's hold.

Sigh

"It had to be done." Alexander relented, resting on Ricky's shoulder as he glanced at Garfield being hugged by one of Ricky's other little ones.

"Good kitty~" Augustine cooed, not strangling Garfield like Zatanna and John, but holding him gently while softly and respectfully stroking his orange fur.

"Oh, kid, you've got talent." Garfield melted into Augustine's scratching, the boy finding that sweet spot behind the fat cat's ear.

"I changed my mind, you can be my servant." Garfield let out a contented sigh, patting Augustine's cheek as the child laughed at the talking cat.

Carla smiled by Ricky's side, pleased to see Augustine acting like a normal child as he sat beneath a tree, giggling while holding Garfield.

"Ricky, the gifts have all been arranged for your storage." Father Sebastian walked into the scene, his smile gentle as Ricky glanced over, then returned his gaze to Carla.

"I have to go, don't miss me too much." Ricky kissed her cheek, and Carla blushed, nodding slightly, feeling a bit rigid with all the jewelry draped across her being.

"Hey Augustine, I need that fat orange cat over there." Ricky called out to Augustine, who immediately pouted at the thought of giving up Garfield.

"I'm not even mad about that old insult of yours, since I've attained a higher level beyond mere-" Garfield brushed Ricky aside, only to be carefully pulled from Augustine's grasp as his eyes opened.

"Why am I not being messaged by my new manservant, Augustine?" Garfield seemingly asked Ricky, who was holding him under the armpit.

"But I want to play with kitty-"

"When you're older, and don't worry, with your looks, you'll do just fine-oh, you mean Garfield." Ricky laughed, Augustine tilting his head at his father's words while Father Sebastian facepalmed.

"Ricky!" Father Sebastian shuffled over to Augustine, pressing his ears together and giving Ricky a sharp look.

"Sorry, I kinda zoned out there for a second." Ricky shrugged, then looked back at Carla and gave her a thumbs-up as she let out a small sigh but smiled.

"Anyways, I'll see you later, and Father Sebastian." Ricky opened a portal to the side, then glanced at Father Sebastian, who nodded in response.

"Do not worry Ricky, for I, shall be a guiding light and teach Augustine all the ways-"

"What? No, I was going to tell you not to make my son a pussy. Anyways, see you later." Ricky then rubbed Augustine's head, waving goodbye to the child, who waved back.

Ricky then turned back to Carla, flashing her a sleazy smile that made her blush furiously as she waved goodbye to him.

Sigh

"Can I hear now?" Augustine asked Father Sebastian, who sighed softly and nodded. The child then ran over to Carla, who picked him up.

They continued on their morning walk until Father Sebastian slowly stood up and turned to the side.

"Are you sure you don't want to say goodbye?" Father Sebastian asked, turning back to Rachael, who appeared from the side, rubbing her arm.

"H-How-"

"Oh gosh, I can recognize a Van Helsing signature from miles away." Father Sebastian smiled warmly at the girl.

"Are you sure that this is the path you wish to take, the Van Helsing family is free-"

"No, I want to do more, be more." Rachael then glanced at the spot where Ricky had walked into the portal.

"I want to be someone strong enough to stand by his side."

Meanwhile at Dracula's harbor,

A massive transport ship stood ready, awaiting its final passenger, as a green portal appeared and Ricky stepped through.

"I can't believe you used me like that yesterday. I mean, a heads-up would've been nice." Alexander grumbled, crossing his paws on Ricky's shoulder.

"Oh, come on, Alexander, don't be like that. We're about to see Chester after so long." Ricky laughed, quickly changing the topic as Alexander's face lit up.

"Oh yeah, my old comrade in arms!" Alexander quickly became excited, forgetting his anger as he realized he was about to reunite with his old friend.

As Ricky walked aboard the cargo ship that housed everything the witches and warlocks needed, he was met by the alluring figure of Agatha, sitting with both of his kids.

It was then a witch, moving cargo alongside the others, slightly gaze at Ricky in a dark light alongside the sword sheathed at his side.

"RICKY!" Lilith yelled from behind him, her face stubborn as he boarded the ship.

"Hey-"

"I'M GOING TO BECOME SO STRONG AND INFLUENTIAL THAT YOU'LL HAVE TO BE MY KING!" Lilith screamed in proclamation, then immediately flew back toward the castle, covering her face.

"Uh, okay." Ricky tilted his head, then turned back to a now annoyed Agatha as Zatanna reached out her hands.

"Papa, papa!" Zatanna giggled, her hands swaying in the air, while John played with his binky off to the side.

"Oh, don't bother your father, Zatanna. He's too busy with his whores." Agatha got up and swayed away, while Ricky sighed heavily at the treatment.

'I kinda deserve that.' Ricky muttered, then walked to the helm of the ship, looking out toward the water.

Looking out into the distance, a sleazy smile crossed Ricky's face as the message he had sent earlier in his speech was entirely directed at the mafia in New York.

It was arrogant, but Ricky wanted them to know he was coming, he wanted them to stew in fear, constantly on edge, consumed by paranoia with them being unable to do anything.

And after they were driven to the brink of insanity, only then would he grant them the sweet release of death.

'Just wait New York cause I'm about to flip your sh*t upside down.'

Meanwhile at the luciano residence,

Lucky sat at his desk with a warm smile, gazing at a portrait, when the door opened to reveal Meyer and Frank.

"Lucky, the other bosses are scrambling and fortifying themselves-"

"Let them, but send out letters to set up an emergency committee meeting." Lucky picked up the portrait, which had a laminated card featuring the King of Diamonds.

"Is that a good idea?" Frank asked, scratching his head though couldn't help but smile, knowing that Ricky now had the power to give his little brother the funeral he deserved.

"Probably not, but I think we owe it to him to give the exiled prince such a grand gift, don't we?"