Friends! In this story, there is no one with supernatural powers. Names are only people's nicknames. This is not a DxD with magical elements. Think of Angels and Demons as mafia groups in this story! I think it might be interesting.
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How does justice in this world work? With law? Or guns? Why in the world are only strong people living comfortably? What's the blame for the weak?
The position of the mafia in the world is exactly the same. The legal prohibitions of the mafia law are to implement legally in the world.
Gambling, drug, prostitution, arms smuggling ...
These are just the biggest crimes known. I can't finish counting the number of minor offences. Sad but true! The rules of law in the world are unfortunately applied to the people according to the desire of the one holding the power. If they are weak, they will neck to the owner of that power. Just like forced slavery. This is their bitter fate.
That's how my story starts. I'm tired of giving in to the structure of this world order. But remember! Only one movement can change your life completely. My life has changed.
I was a simple unemployed person. I'm the only survivor of my family. After doing the mandatory military service, I looked for work. A 25-year-old single man should be able to handle himself. Even though I was a university graduate, I didn't see much of it. Because even if you study at university, real life is completely different. Who knows how many literature teachers have studied? But believe me, I'm one of them.
My father was a Turk. My mother is Japanese. My father came to Japan 30 years ago on a business trip. My father met my mother on that trip. They loved each other and got married. I lived most of my life in Turkey. But Japan is my home. I mean, I'm a Turkish-Japanese boy.
When I heard these loves of my father and mother, I was so proud that I was always proud of them. I hope they're both still together.
I still miss them. I lost them in a plane crash five years ago. The funerals of the two were made according to both Turkish and Japanese procedures.
I still wonder. Can Mom and Dad see me? I'd love to know what they'd do if they saw me like this.
When I was thinking this way, I went into one of the cafes to have a coffee. I started to wait for a normal coffee. I'm watching people walking out the window of the cafe. In the meantime, a few black model cars stopped in front of the cafe. Red-tailed men in a black suit began to enter the door. They're certain they're their bodyguard. A tall handsome man with red hair entered the back of them. That person was important.
And it was the beginning of the event that would be the turning point in my life.
By the way, I still haven't introduced myself, have I?
My name is Ali Korkmaz.
And that's my story!
Here is the Mafia DxD!
I think that's enough.
The development of the events in this story will be on the concept of Mafia Wars. In my story, I've only thought of 3 Faction. I would appreciate it if you could help me develop my story with your comments.
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