Novel & Cerita Angel Diablo

God. His white t-shirt and black pants were covered in blood, a huge knife strapped to his thigh. Cold, empty eyes passed over me for a brief second, almost dismissing me, before he took a step inside, his gun trained on Enzo. This was il Diavolo, the angel of death. A man who thrived on killing. A shiver went through me and I forgot how to breathe. Faust came for me. As? Why?

An Angel of light, an Angel of darkness, an Angel of peace and tranquility, an Angel of life, an Angel of death—I have the capability of becoming any type of Angel I choose to be, but my choices solely depend on the person standing, sitting perhaps, on the other side. And right now, with the person seated right in front of me, I am an Angel of darkness and death. Angel, not just a name, but a lifestyle. “Angioletto discovers his friend’s secret but decides to understand his need to shield his family from the bloody affairs of Cosa Nostra. With that understanding, their friendship continues thriving until Angioletto was tasked with a mission to wipe out the entire generation of a certain man.

“Lo siento señor, but Pablo have always wanted to prove himself to you, he believed that if he takes him down that he would gain your respect. I tried to stop him, even Gabriella did but he didn’t listen, he wouldn’t. I’m sure Gabriella…” “Is dead,” the man finished for him, his eyes not leaving him, “do you think that he would kill mi hijo and he would leave his girlfriend? That man has no heart, he has no soul. That man isn’t called El Diablo for no reason, do I need to tell you the meaning? In all the people you allowed my son to assassinate, you chose El Diablo, you chose The devil, Andrés, El Diablo,” he ran his fingers through his hair in a frustrated manner, “El Diablo,” he repeated a

Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with. “PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"

Finally, I turned right and padded around the corner— A pair of arms grabbed me, then pushed me against the wall. “I told you you wouldn't get away,” Ardian purred. “I don't want to hurt you, Angel, but”—he pulled out his gun and aimed it at my forehead—"I will shoot you if you try anything funny.” “Ardian… please,” I breathed, slowly lifting my hands. “Let me go. You're starting a war.” He snorted. “Over you? Maledetti doesn't care about you. I'm the only one who can truly protect you, remember?” He inched closer, a menacing smile curving his lips. “I killed for you.”

I had confusion written all over my face as I waited for an answer. “Diablo is the person who shot at us, he is a mafia boss. His mafia is the strongest in the country and they have more power than we do. He's the worst kind of person on earth and when scum meets with power, that's a very terrible combination. The last thing you'd want to do is to get on his bad side, cause when you do he would make you regret it. And Saint has been on neutral grounds with him for years, I wonder what changed.” He says and with each word he said my face whitened. "That's Daniel.” I say, my voice barely a whisper as I stared in shock.

Alonzo: “Of course, you're not going to come with me.” I said, glaring at Maria, who shrugged. “The idea that you believe that I'm asking you permission amuses me. I am going to come with you, I am telling you, not asking you.” She said, and I raised an eyebrow at her. “Diablo is my brother just as much as he wore his second hand. At least he's my brother by blood now. My brother by choice. The two of us grew up being siblings. You were chosen part. The two of us chose to stand against him, and that is why the two of us are going to face him together.”

“Fucking nepotism gave him the role of Alpha, the same with Fenriz’s son.” I can’t help but laugh at his hatred of Creed and the Volkovs. “Ah, I forgot—You’re under the Euro Five so you would hate him. But trust me when I say, you’re better off having him as an ally than an enemy. Nepotism may have given him that role, but he’s turned it into his own. He’s no coward when it comes to dealing with enemies.” Matteo waves off my words with his hand. “Generational hatred is stronger than your words, Nero. The role of Alpha didn’t just get given to us, you know that. You had to earn your title with blood; all those with Italian blood do.”

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.