Diavolo Requiem Mga Nobela at Kwento

I saw Lisa move into the kitchen from the corner of my eye. “Uh, hello.” “I’m Matteo, Lorenzo’s brother.” Yeah, I remember, Lorenzo. I like the devil better. I nodded. Lisa came back and went to drop something on the table. “Since you’re done, I’ll just go,” I told her, turning around. “No, you should join us,” Matteo stated as he took his seat. “Uh…I can’t…I…” “Okay, I’m insisting.” That was when the devil came descended the stairs. He barely made a sound yet we all felt his presence. He was dressed in his usual all-black fashion. He would have looked relaxed if he would be sensible enough to unclench his jaw.

“Pe–” “How does ten thousand dollars sound?” “Before dawn it is.” He ended the call, and exhaled very loudly. “I'm going to take everything from you, Diavolo. Your money, your power, your friends, followers, family. I'll take your girl, and then finally, I'll take your life. It is not just mere words. It is a promise.” Right after the declaration, he scrolled through his phone for a picture of Passion. His eyes watered when he saw the innocent smile on her face, whilst her hand cradled her protruding stomach.

Gaetano screamed. “It’s my turn to make you suffer. You killed my baby, so I’ve killed your son. And now, I will make sure you will witness the death of your wife.” My voice was calm and steady as I spoke to him. “My dear father, you were playing with The Devil’s Fire. And you’re about to get burned.” I gave him a vicious smile. “I want him outside, tied to a pole.” I said to Damiano. “Your wish is my command, mia Donna.” Damiano looked at Gaetano with a sinister look, and for once, I think Damiano was curious to see what I had planned.

(Hey, you) I twisted his hand and grabbed him by his collar. "If you ever try to touch my woman again then I won't hesitate to kill your family." I threatened. He spit on my face and laughed. "Who do you think you are to threaten me?" I wiped off the spit and choked his neck. "Sono qualcuno da cui Diavolo viene a chiedere soldi. Se mi fate incazzare vi farò morire di fame." I whispered in his ear and he gasped. (I am someone Diavolo comes to, to beg for money. If you piss me off, I will make you guys die of hunger)

His face turned serious as he flung an arm over Aria’s shoulder, pulling her closer. “You want war? I will give you war,” Don Lorenzo raged, his eyes red as he glared from the smiling Don Vallerio—still seated on the stage—to Dante. “I promise you a painful death, one that even death itself will mourn for your suffering,” he fumed. Dante smirked. His eyes shifted to Aria as he flicked a strand of hair from her face with the barrel of his gun. He smiled.

"But I'm willing to try. For the sake of the pack, if nothing else." I nodded, feeling a sense of tension between us. It was clear we didn't like each other, and I wondered how this meeting would play out. The Alpha leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together as he regarded me with an unnerving intensity. "My name is Diavolo," he said, his voice dripping with an air of superiority. "And I must say, I'm not impressed with what I've seen so far." His gaze roamed over me, his eyes lingering on my face before moving down to my clothes, and then back up again. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he raised an eyebrow, his expression clearly saying he found me wanting.

He didn’t flinch at the news delivered in hushed whispers through his earpiece. So the First had awoken. So Alessia had survived. So Dante had chosen her. He swirled the amber liquor in his glass. “No matter,” he murmured. “Let them rise. I’ll make them kneel.” Then he turned to the final chess piece on the board. A man bound in chains. Gaunt, scarred—and very much alive. Giordano Romano. The elder smiled. “It’s time to bring back the devil they buried.” The tunnel twisted like a serpent through the earth—each turn suffocating, each heartbeat echoing louder than the last. Smoke chased them from above. Cracks formed in the walls. Rubble rained in slow intervals, like time was running out in c

Dio (God)… the hatred in them could burn an entire city to the ground. “Nikita!” Valentino’s voice thundered from behind her, filled with rage and warning. “Touch a single strand of her hair and I will show you exactly why they call me Il Diavolo di Milano (The Devil of Milan)!” She did not even turn to look at him. Instead, she smirked. “Is the Devil of Milan in the room with us?” she taunted, giggling lazily. My breath caught as her hand slid from my face to my chin, then slowly down to my neck.

Requiem Aeternam — a Latin expression meaning eternal rest. There's no expression that could match so well the events that would mark forever the lives of the people involved… That happened exactly three days after Giovanni Reviello took over the family and revealed the alliance between Corvi Neri and LA FAMIGLIA, through the marriage of Lisette and Thomas Marchetti. ㅤ ㅤ … Chaos. What Giovanni is seeing before his eyes is real chaos. A man is shot in the head before him, falling to the ground, creating a reddish pool before his feet.

The women scrambled, their faces paling as they realized the shift in the air. Diavolo stood slowly, his playfulness dissolving into a sharp, focused intensity. “That serious?” “Yes.” Minutes later, the four of us... myself, Daemon, Draven, and Diavolo were gathered in the council room. The air smelled of old paper and suppressed violence. Draven sat upside down in his chair, spinning a butterfly knife with hypnotic speed. Diavolo was halfway into his dress shirt, his hair disheveled. I stood at the head of the table. On the screen behind me, footage of the cathedral played in a loop: blood-slicked marble, shattered stained glass, and the frantic, panicked faces of onlookers.