Diego's Death Jojo Novels & Stories

Episode 6: Sign “Did he leave?” I questioned which I later then answered on my own, “Of course he did, you wouldn’t come here if he is still around.” “I do not know if you really get it or you’re just acting unaware,” Diego enunciated as he wipes off the remaining drips of blood on his neck. “He is my father, do you think I would just stand there and watch you two kill each other?” “It could’ve been a wonderful live performance for you to watch.”

“Liar.” Jesse laughed, pulling his best friend into a fierce hug. “It's good to see you, man.” “You too.” Diego patted his back before pulling away to scan Jesse’s face. “You look terrible, by the way.” “I was about to say the exact same thing to you.” Diego chuckled, but his humor faded the moment his eyes landed on Margherita. “Hey, Mama Margherita,” he whispered softly, even though she couldn't hear him. Jesse watched him. Diego wasn't blood, but he had been there for them through everything. Jesse sometimes wondered if that distinction even mattered anymore

Frenzo asked. "I asked you to kill that bastard but what did you do?" Diego yelled. "I disorganised his car and I'm so sure he is dead" Frenzo replied. "Well just so you know, he is not dead, that bastard is still alive! Whole and hearty!" Diego shouted, furiously. "What! I made sure..." "Shut it! Shut the fuck up, you can't do anything right, I just wasted my time and money on you" Diego said and walked out of the house, he went to his car and drove roughly out of the compound.

Tears streamed from Ferdie’s eyes but he stood there silently mourning the death of his one true love. From afar Calixto was watching. Soon as Ferdie was left alone in front of Petra’s grave, Calixto rushed towards him in his beast form. He hacked the old man’s abdomen with his sharp claws. Ferdie died in an instance. Leonard felt uneasy so he went back to check on Ferdie. Rio and Deadrei went back to the mansion. As Leo entered the cemetery, he notices a wild beast devouring prey. At first, he thought that it was a bear but he was shocked to find out it wasn’t a bear.

"Now!" No one dared oppose him. The doctor arrived swiftly. After a brief examination, he shook his head. "Hypothermia. She passed about 60 to 72 hours ago." "That's impossible!" Carlo shouted. "I only kept her locked up for three days! How could she have died that early?" I couldn't stop myself from laughing. "Your beloved Benedetta did this. She gave you the final push and made my death possible," I wanted to tell him, but the words died on my lips.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

He was still holding Miguel in his hands, the sadness in his eyes was clear, his jaw tightened and he held onto Miguel tightly, like he didn’t want him to go, as if holding him would reawaken him, this was the first time I will see Diego this way. “No one leaves, no one touches food or water.” The men scattered at once to obey instructions. Diego stared at the lifeless body of the man he almost killed, someone just finished the job for him, it was evident that whoever the traitor was working for meant serious business. Tiano stepped forward holding a glass of water, he looked really pale. “It was in his water, boss.” He said, grabbing the bottle of placed on the nightstand. “The traitor is s

I saw him close his eyes real tight, "do you know what hurts most, Unicorn? She never even saw Benedetta. I was the one who killed her, I had to. Anyone else would've made sure to be brutal so I had to do it. I shot her right after she'd collapsed after labour and that's how she died..." He tossed his cigarette to the ground before he stood from the Sweptail, and right after that, he kicked the car several times. He went wild on it, beating the hood and then walking around the car to the windows and punching the driver's side window over and over even though it was bulletproof.

I'd let him die as a criminal and didn't have the guts to refute the claims that he was one. I'd let him die without a befitting burial for he who truly was the only family I've ever had. On the seventeenth of July, Joey died. And something inside me followed. I became a shell of a person, something hollow pretending to still be alive. Dark hazel eyes flash across my mind. And suddenly, I feel stupid for ever harboring resentment towards myself. I shift on the floor, still seated, my mind clearer than they’ve been all day. Marciano D’amato was the one who killed Joey, and he was entirely unapologetic about it.

Some screamed as the shattered glass pierced through their skin and those who were directly underneath the heavy accessory didn’t even get the chance to scream. “Ah fuck!” One of them screamed. “Somebody find the light switch!” Another yelled. “We need light! Somebody–” he choked, gurgling on his own blood before he could finish his sentence. His body dropped to the ground with a thud and gasps could be heard. The lights came back on just then and the rest who were alive cocked their guns, but it was already too late. Diego was already in their midst. He stood between them in his black dress shirt rolled to his forearms, blood that wasn’t his already streaked across one sleeve. A golden pist