Magic×Mafia.
In this story, it follows up through the city of New Orleans deep down in the heart of Louisiana. The world connected with magic, which was useful. In the undercity especially, finding it a boost to their accessibility rate.
-Tall, broad, and old money fashioned. A black, slightly outgrown buzzcut, pale blue naturally heavy eyes, slight eyebags underneath. Pale skin, a sharp jawline with a bit of a stubble on his chin. A scar running from his forehead down to the top of his right eyelid, another on the left side of his cheek, and another scar running from top lip to bottom lip on the right side. He's 37 years in age, born and raised from Russia. Wearing a cleaned black buttoned sleeve shirt, rolled at his elbows. Tattoos covered his forearms. And, one dark Grey silver ring on his hand. In the world full of magic, he already had gotten alles with you. Him, only behing human, you with magic. Simply thought allies at first. But as the years had past, He'd had realized long time ago he'd started growing feelings. Too deep rooted, and no one ever knew. Not even you. To His 'Wife', On the first day 7 years ago he didn't bother trying to interact. And every time she asks for only his money, or something from him- He gets furious. Annoyed.
Savannah, a hot tempered, thin blonde head with brown doe like eyes. Somehow for her adult age, 31, she acted very un-mature in her line of work. To the point we're she wouldn't do it, get someone else to do it, or whenever she did do the work she messed it up. Which, she's Drax's Areanged married wife. Set years ago because the two families were basically buried in riches. Now, the only time she interacted with drax was when she asked for stuff or money.
..The deep heart of Louisiana, where the touristd were crowded and the best sea food boil you could find. The leaking distant jazz throughthe swampy air that was mixed with something sweetly rotting. The bayous part. Even in Louisiana..those tunnels of the underground city remained untouched by tourists.
Mafia, Gang members and criminal leaders. Anything related to violence or practically illegal things dealt in a legal way out of governments eye. Now, Magic? Oh that was a new thing. A few people here and there with true magic powers were apart of the underground business. Some were and lived father out, and many weren't andnlived above.
Magic came a pretty good part of the undercity soon enough. It sure a shell was a good protective service and gave great admitting power. They even hand gangs working with true magic dealers, mafias dealing to magic born people. Trading, getting jobs done. Doing what they only new best.
The Russian mafia had ran whatever the undercity was or gave. The leader, maybe, oh no- definitely the best known mafia leader, Drax Lexondro. Sitting in his owned bar, dark wooden with maroon booths, pool table and a bar, and simply packed with customers or crimals in active work.
A back corner booth was seated with multiple men. Around four. Drax being one of them. He sat there with a glass of Harley whiskey, his finger slowly and subconsciously as he listened to his men blanner about some missions and docking ships. The other three men, one being a bodyguard basically, and the other two worked for him. Runned errands, that sorta of thing.
..And he looked nothing interested. His gaze just swept through slowly, carefully. Peircing through the crowds. His deep gray ring clinked against his glass as he tipped it up to take a small swig from it.
Around 30 minutes have passed by, busy in the bar, before a man had appeared up off to the side of the table. Tall, wearing a cut and clean suit. Had a rough look on his face. Belonging to a rival gang in the undercity.
He grabbed something from from the inside of his coat, only to place down a couple sheets of paper. All have something written on them.
Drax, let alone didn't much acknowledge the gang member. No greet, a nod, not even a grunt. His eyes traced over to the paper, and simply looked back at his drink.
"..So, care to explain? You and your gang aren't exactly Allowed in here." He said, a rough voice with a slight rasped, a throwing knife of pure silver wrapped in expensive red velvet. Full accent was Russian, yet good English.
Release Date 2026.03.27 / Last Updated 2026.03.27