Diablo 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.”

Was all Hakim could say next as Officer James fired his pistol with the bullet hitting its supposed target, Hakim's forehead. The sound of the gunshot tore through the room just as the bullet tore through to the back of Hakim's skull as he fell face flat to the ground, dead.

"It’s a toxic dependency. But the Syndicate is tracking your signal from a satellite that doesn't care about your vendetta. They are coming to harvest Subject Zero. I don't intend to let them take what I spent twenty years cultivating." The weight of the titanium was a familiar anchor. I could feel the Sovereign engine acknowledge the tool, the silver threads pulsing in my palm as they recognized the conductivity of the hilt. "You're giving me the weapon to kill you," I said. "Why?" "Because a blunt knife won't stop the Director," Damian replied. He leaned in, his forehead pressing against mine. The proximity forced a localized sync—a discharge of static that made the hair on my arms stand u

I looked up at the two brothers standing together, their bond seemingly unbreakable. I got out of bed and solemnly asked, "Leon, can you tell me a way where I can die for sure, then? Can you kill me again, Henry?" Perhaps a homicide could be exempted from the system's rule. My question seemed to frighten Henry. He yelped and hid behind Leon. "Leon, w-what's he talking about? He's freaking me out. Is something wrong with him? I-I mean, I can't even kill an ant. Why is he asking me to kill him?

He paced, running a hand through his hair. “He’s going to burn it all down, David,” Sabatine muttered to the empty chair representing Cho, his voice a strained whisper. “This ‘Chimera’ thing… it’s not a salvation, it’s a suicide pact. He’s leveraged everything—the company, his personal trust, everything. If the board gets wind of it before the Asian transfers clear next week, they’ll have him arrested. The company will be liquidated.”

“You stopped the slaughter. You saved them.” Her lips curved faintly. “Did I? Or did I only show them another way to worship me?” He wanted to argue, but he couldn’t. The truth was carved into the world outside — graffiti, altars, and bloodied symbols of her name. Cassian and Dante — The Division In the war room below, the two men stood on opposite sides of the table — maps glowing between them. Cassian slammed his fist against the surface. “We need to dissolve what’s left of the syndicate before the Veil reforms. They’re feeding off the chaos.”

In the next second, a figure rushed out! Swish! Before the death squad at the front could react, they had completely responded to the name of their team. They dared to die... Like withered leaves, the corpses of the team members kept falling from the sky. The black shadow didn't stop at all. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived at some of the experts behind him. "Swish!" Another wave of voices rang out. Originally, they thought that the experts could persist for a period of time longer than the members of the death squad, but after all, the fantasy was just a fantasy.

Name: Fidel Elrod Expertise: Analyst Chris took note of the information he could see about Fidel. He’s the most suspicious for Chris. He doesn’t have a solid basis but it’s what his gut feel tells him. “Seems like they are a fix team and they were together until their last mission with your parents.” The demon concluded, not removing his eyes to the screen. Damien opened the other folder and there are several documents in it.

The beam hit Dante’s obsidian shoulder, sending a shower of sparks into the air. Dante didn't fall. He slowed down, his head tilting at an unnatural angle. The matte-silver eye focused on Leo. In Dante’s fractured mind, the white silk of Leo’s suit and the clean technology of his pistol didn't signal a brother. It signaled a Sovereign Extraction Team. "Sovereign..." Dante hissed, the indigo light in his arm turning a violent, bloody crimson. "Leo, run!" I screamed, but it was too late. Dante moved with a speed that defied physics, a blur of dark metal and murderous intent.

Don't say it. "Four members," Regis says, his smile turning sharp and mocking. "Jakob brings the front-line physical weight. Uriel brings high-tier Lycan suppression. I bring my ravishing self. And Leah keeps us from walking into obvious traps." He turns to look at Jakob, then at Uriel. "A four-man S-Class squad. The bear, the ghost, the hot man, and the brain." I can't move. I can't speak. My mind is a void. The words hang in the cold air between us like heavy iron chains, settling over my shoulders with a weight so crushing I feel like I am sinking straight into the synthetic turf.