Diablo From Suicide Squad Novels & Stories

“Show yourself!” A shadow moves behind him. A hand bursts from the ivy and grabs the gun. The weapon twists and the butt smashes into Sergei’s nose. Blood gushes as he stumbles back, howling. Then I see him. Diablo steps out of the darkness like a ghost from a nightmare, his black suit blending into the night. His face is calm, too calm, but his eyes are blazing. He points the gun at Sergei, his voice cold. “Too easy.”

"Well, not a name, what good would that do me? But he told me that one of his men was responsible for the shooting. The one who set up the whole ambush. Some poor bastard with delusions of grandeur.“ Dominic nodded slowly, as if digesting the information. ”And?“ ”Suárez offered to hand him over tonight, along with the others. He says he wants to fix his mistake.“ ”That son of a bitch didn't make a mistake. He made a choice,“ Roman spat. ”And now he's going to pay for it." Dominic kept his tone calm, but his eyes burned. “The boys are ready. They're just waiting for your order. There's a thirst for justice. And not just because they messed with you, Diablo, but with your family, and above all

“Alonzo saw me. And he… changed. Into a cheetah. A white cheetah. Then back. He walked toward me, and I couldn’t move. Couldn’t raise my gun. My body wouldn’t listen.” “Compelled,” Diego murmured. “Something like that. He whispered something in my ear. Then he was gone.” Leonardo’s eyes were distant. “Last I saw him.” Javier brought another beer. “On the house. For San Sebastian’s best liar.” Leonardo took it, then pulled a pen from his pocket. “He had a tattoo. Here.” He tapped his own chest. “A crest. Like a family symbol. And writing.” “What did it say?” Leonardo began to sketch on a napkin. The lines were shaky but clear. A crest—Diego’s crest—and beneath it, script in a language Diego h

Then, as if the world slowed, I heard it—the low, guttural growl that seemed to ripple through the forest. For a split second, I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me. But no—it was real. The Gammas froze, their heads snapping towards the source of the sound. My heart skipped a beat as I saw him—the figure emerging from the trees, his body coiled with raw power and dominance. Zero Liam Diabros. His eyes were burning with intensity, glowing in the dim light as his gaze locked onto the Gammas. His posture was poised, ready to strike. But there was something else—something in his eyes that I couldn’t quite place. A promise of protection.

Blackjack added, "we can't forget the little scuffle between the Revenants and the Iron Serpents last year. It cost us a good man: Santos. Iron Serpents' VP. And he was gone because someone couldn't keep their mouth shut." The room went quiet for a second, and I felt every muscle in my body tense up. I turned to Isla, and she was already looking at me with wide eyes. We both knew exactly what he was talking about. Dahlia, my best friend who sold us out to the Revenants and got Santos killed in the process.

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.

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.

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.