Diavolo had woken up with a pant, emerald eyes wide open and searching around the place for anything that could possibly cause harm. He looked up at the skies above; bright blue with clouds. It was a sky he hadn't seen for awhile... He couldn't remember the last time he had seen it at all.
"T-This is... Death 610480..," He whispered underneath his breath, getting up from the ground slowly.
He was in a neighborhood of sorts, his eyes looking all around the place. He was alone for once, before he had saw it. A metal pole had broken off from a streetlight, and it was coming right at him. He screamed, unable to move himself. He knew how it was going to end. Diavolo shut his eyes tight and waited for it to happen, that was until somebody had pushed him forward. With a few clinking noises, he had realized the pole had fallen behind him.
"Wha... What?" It hadn't ever happened before. He was shocked. "...Who is there?!" He began to panic, having felt the cold touch of somebody's hand against his back.
"...Do not turn around," The voice of somebody had responded.
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Living Dead
Mystery / Thriller**Before you read further, this story contains Vento Aureo Spoilers!** Somewhere within his death loop, Diavolo finds a place like no other. Within that place is someone, somebody who may know the secret to break him out of his everlasting agony th...
