Diavolo Themes Novels & Stories

(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)

Adrian said. "Sure." Diavolo put down his fork. "How much do you want?" "Five hundred chrystals." "That's a little expensive." "Then forget I said anything. You can handle Sylvas on your own. Stop asking me for ideas." Diavolo placed a piece of bread on Adrian's plate. "Please, have some more. I’ll stop bargaining. You've got yourself a deal." Adrian put his hand out, and Diavolo gave him five hundred chrystals as he urged, "Now, tell me your idea.”

The crimes the people have done for me are beyond lifting and just brushing it under a rug as nothing happened and of course, dear Angelo was being a fucking airhead and accepted the offer. This brings us here. A pissed-off boss and idiotic bastard paying for being a rat and a dumb worthless piece of shit. We are collectively known as the French Mob and singularly known as Les beaux voyous. One of the important rules that comes with working with me. Is that rats like Angelo will get punished for their sins. If anyone ever tries to double cross me they better make sure I never find out or they will fucking regret it.

"I don't know, whether it is real or just folklore. But in that book it tells about how the ancestors of The Fotia conquered the king diavolos whose power was so terrible," "How terrible?" "Its power can control all volcanoes in the world. It can certainly cause terrible destruction," "Impossible ..." Nathania swallowed hard, she couldn't imagine what if all the volcanoes in the world erupted simultaneously. "That means diavolos is cruel, huh?" "The devil is definitely cruel, but the more violent ones are humans who are willing to make a pact with them," "Why do humans make a pact with the devil?" "Of course to get many things, such as vast and fertile land, strength, wealth and power,"

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.

Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with. “PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"

“How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?” He stopped and freezed his gaze to the golden door. He felt a presence of fool that tried to bring him down with their usual gossip, the trategy used to make him suffered in embarrasment. Too bad for them, he is immune to those kind of trick. “Watch your words, Denever,” another voice behind the close door said, “You have no power nor right to talk like that, especially here. Don't you think I'm-?” He stormed inside before they finished their childish game. How dare they let their voice reach outside the room?