Diavolo Requiem Novels & Stories

The fight had died down when Luca got in; people lay all around, mostly dead rather than injured, and all Adonis's men who betrayed their family were not spared. It was as though he had planned it from the start. They were just puppets in his game. Diavolo had no regard for life, and some of his men were victims of this. "Why don't you all stop hiding and come out?" He inhaled deeply from behind the pillar and stepped out. "I didn't expect you to show up too early. I'm sure you're with it; give it to me." "No." A bound Sarah cried. "That's the only thing I can give to him to make up for all I've done. Don't lis—

This wasn't the Dante Salvatore who ruled through fear and cold precision. "Is this redemption from the Lord?" I continued, almost to myself now. "Was the nun that pure that her presence drove the demons that worry me away?" Silence. I picked up the glass again, swirling the whiskey. Watching it catch the light. "Il diavolo non merita redenzione, " I murmured. "Ma forse... forse il diavolo ha bisogno di un angelo per ricordargli cosa ha perso." The devil doesn't deserve redemption. But perhaps... perhaps the devil needs an angel to remind him what he's lost.

I whisper, putting all my sincerity into it. "Lo so (I know*), Amore mio. But, me ne frego (I don't care*). The stronzo (asshole*) is dead and buried." Elio stops talking momentarily, then looks up at his little brother. "Get out of here. I don't need you anymore." Matteo greets us with a simple nod and leaves. Then, Elio pulls me against him and comes to whisper in my ear: "You will be happy to know that this stronzo was the last one on the list."

Dario held the ropes tightly as he shook vigorously. The heat was melting his feet as he kept swinging around as the other two faced Lucifer with a frown. "What do you want from us!?" Rex spat. "You know what I want!" Lucifer said and he grinned. "F*cking let go!" Flavio screamed. "Just tell me what I need to hear from you three!" Lucifer smirked evily as Dario trembled. "Ahhhh.........we only saw....." "Shut up Dario!" Rex yelled and Dario kept quiet instantly.

He almost forgot what fear felt like, and there was a time when he would have been terrified by a shriek in the night. Mephiles stood there on the balcony and awaited his greatest enemies to fight him and end his reign upon the earth. He was a brave man who seemed to never back down from any onslaught or battle. He had demonic-blood and wolf-blood inside his veins, his eye color is red and black, and his sword was crafted through metal and ancient nordic steel. As he stood there, he was carrying sand with him to commemorate the memory of a woman he loved long ago. She was taken from him, and once again, he was left with nobody to love, nobody to cheer him up, and nobody to tell him their gen

It’s all I can do to keep my head up and not let the tears fall as the auction winds down when someone shouts from the back. I don’t hear him, but by the way Nicolo tenses behind me, he does. “Say that again, and I’ll drag you out of here. In the years I’ve been moving product, when have I offered something fake? Tell me,” Nicolo demands. The other voice is closer now, the heavy scent of his cologne making my nose itch. “Look at her, Diavolo. How are we supposed to believe you didn’t fuck her while she was in your care?”

The bouquet filled the car with a sweet scent that calmed me a fraction. My phone rang halfway there, it was an anonymous number. I answered and put the phone on speaker. “Come posso aiutarti, bastardo?” How can I help you, bastard? “How dare you, Diavolo?” Dante’s voice came through, ragged with smoke and fury. “Everything I built is gone, my men are dead, all thanks to you.”

he commenced the recollection and immediately my head began to pound, heavy thumps at each interval as well as a dizzy feeling enveloping me. "Two friends seeking to mastermind the most perfect crime mankind has ever known. To create a replica of the sun was it?" He continued, his eyes looking up to the sky in ridicule and a furtive and devious laugh, following seconds after. "You aren't Davison, who told you about all this. Was it Crystal?" I asked, my tone anxious, shifting my stance from one foot to the other with my hands rubbing the back of my head at every second. "Ahh Crystal Young, I wonder what you saw in her, had a taste and it was to be particular, bland," he said while pursing hi

“Damn girl, you have changed. I like it. I'm glad I'm your friend because your ass is scary as hell." Carmine is looking at Beauden standing up, wiping blood off his face. He thought Beauden was leaving the room. Instead, Beauden walks past him and in front of Wisdom and falls on his knees. “I took my rejection back the second I said it. I promise you I'll never touch you unless you want me to. Forgive me my Luna.”

Guests lurched to their feet, phones shaking in fear in their hands Framed in the doorway was Lorenzo Alexander, known as EL DIABLO (the Devil) in the underground world. A black suit clung to him like sin, cigar smoke curling with the scent of danger. He didn’t walk the aisle he claimed it. Slow. Deliberate and Deadly.