Diavolo Requiem Romane & Geschichten

God. His white t-shirt and black pants were covered in blood, a huge knife strapped to his thigh. Cold, empty eyes passed over me for a brief second, almost dismissing me, before he took a step inside, his gun trained on Enzo. This was il Diavolo, the angel of death. A man who thrived on killing. A shiver went through me and I forgot how to breathe. Faust came for me. As? Why?