Diablo From Suicide Squad Novels & Stories

Mika and Ivy stared at each other with hate. "Do i need to repeat my self again?"Diablo asked. They immediately dropped their guns and turned to Diablo. "Sorry boss"They both chorused. "Gather your things we're leaving"Diablo commanded making all them nod at him. He stared at Mika before walking away while Mika followed behind him immediately. "Is a good thing your God's saved you"Ivy yelled at Mika who was walking away. Mika stopped on her track when she saw Diablo leaning on the wall smoking. He didn't notice her presence.

And without the nagging from his conscience across the table. For the next thirty minutes, they discussed strategy and alternate strategy in case they found themselves with more opponents than expected. Several plans were made, depending on whether their target hunted with the pack or waited somewhere else. Eventually, William was satisfied they had a plan for each possible scenario. They loaded the car down with the usual cache of weapons, making especially sure they had plenty of silver-tipped ammunition. From personal experience, William knew the crippling agony of silver. No immortal could fight with the pain searing through their veins, which was why he used it when he was forced to pla

Still, even as the thought wanders inside my mind, I notice a wooden door on the far end of the room opening. Ryan is already shouting a warning, his voice rising above the roar of the crowd, but it's no use. Before they can turn around, a broad-shouldered hybrid exits in fury, a long blade in his hand. The Elite man spins around, and time slows down. I watch in horror as the hybrid grabs him effortlessly by the shoulder and plunges the weapon deep into his chest.

"Don Moretta," Diablo greets him. "Why am I here?" "We both know why you are in my dungeon; let's not play games. You won't fare well, my dear friend." Diablo swallows loudly, a sign of guilt and trepidation rolling through him. "Then ask me the question you need answers to... but don't be surprised if you have to drag them out of me. I'm not loyal to you, Moretta. My leader is Rossi."

I smirk at her as I turn, opening a portal, looking over my shoulder as I say to her. “No promises.” She laughs, and I mean really laughs, as I step through the portal. My face changing as my eyes flash. “We ready to do this?” I ask Kodiak as she roars in my head. It’s game time. Walking through the halls of the prison. I hear snarling and I smirk, knowing they have found the traitor. Rounding the corner, I see Diablo pinning someone to the wall by the vault. “STOP!” I shout as I move closer. Leo, Jake, and Gabriel move out of my way. My eyes locked on Kano. I sigh. I should have known, he is a sucker for a pretty face. What a pity.

But Damian’s mind raced, searching for a way out. “Now!” the guard shouted, his finger hovering over the trigger. Damian’s gaze met Maya’s, a silent understanding passing between them. “Drake,” Damian said softly. “Yeah?” “Duck.” In a flash, Damian lunged forward, disarming the nearest guard with a swift strike. Chaos erupted as the team fought back, their movements a symphony of calculated violence. Sage'sheart pounded as she fired at a guard, her focus razor-sharp. Damian moved like a force of nature, his every action deliberate and lethal.

One of the paladins who was trying to keep up with Diablo tripped from all the rubble on the ground and Diablo with his bare hand pierced through his heart. The other paladins upon seeing this lose focus and with that Diablo did a full dash forward and with his fingers slash the Head Paladin's throat. The moment he did that the fighting stopped. ----- Diablo faced back and was about to announce his victory but did not notice the head priest was not yet dead. He used everything in his power and cast one last advance spell. Holy ray! Diablo could not react at point blank range and the light went right through his head and exploded. He went down and so did the head Paladin. No one made a move.

Herald ordered. The crew-cut driver nodded and stopped the vehicle. He relayed the order to the hundred or so suicide squad members in the other tanks. These suicide squad members wore simple battle armor that provided them with enhanced speed and agility. Their weapons were swords made of special alloys. As they disembarked, they arranged themselves into three rows. Herald got out and walked to the front of the suicide squad members. With his hands behind his back, he said, "Do you see that monster over there? That's your target!"

Diablo said with a smile. The little girl went to her father, hiding from Damien. He paid her no attention to her and helped himself to a seat. “Did you find the name of the trader that sold the bomb. That’s the last piece of information I need to file a case.” Damien took out a file from the suit case he came with. “A case against this Debby?” Diablo raised a brow. “You’ve gone quite soft. Why not send some good men to beat her up? It won’t cost you a dime if you want me to help.”

I ask, I need to know who my enemy is, the Irish won’t be this bold, but who knows, everything could happen. “He works, for the pure bloods, that’s the only thing he would tell me, although me and him are now great friends” she says with a high voice, she sound like a crazy person, a crazy hitman. “Thank you Devil, if you could end your friendship with your bestie now” I say, in other words kill him, we can’t leave loose ends, it’s our job. I could do it, but Devil already have him, put him out of his misery for me.