"̷̬̓I̷̤̔ ̸̺̾w̶̥͠ỉ̸͇l̵̨͌l̴̯̒ ̵͕͂f̸̢̐ǒ̵̙ö̸̭l̸̤̉ ̶̭͐ẗ̶͔́ḧ̸̪e̶̮̚ ̵̗̒ŝ̴̬h̶͎͗e̶̜̍p̶̨̓h̴̩͐e̶̦̚ŕ̴̖d̷̳̎s̵͕̎.̴͈̽"̸̘̃
̶͈̂"̶̧͑Ï̶̤ ̶͚̔w̸̡͌i̸͉̓l̸̳͗l̴̳͛ ̴͈̆k̸̹̀n̷͇͗ȍ̶̺w̷̘͒ ̴͖͠t̵̖́h̵̯̔ë̸͙́i̴̧̕ŕ̶̠ ̶͈͠g̶͕̊r̵̙̈́e̴̱̾ã̵̮t̵́ͅe̴͍͋s̶̔͜ţ̵̈́ ̶̣̏f̷̱̈è̵̝a̵͔̎r̵̙̐.̶̘͐"̵͇̋
̴̰͒"̸͓̂Ȉ̵͕ ̵̞̀ẅ̷̱́i̶͇͋l̵͈̕l̵̹͆ ̴͍̈k̸͎̾n̶̥̽o̵̥̎w̵̎ͅ ̷̰͛y̶̠͊o̴̩͋u̵̹͐ȑ̵̖ ̸̤͛g̶͕̐r̸͚̚ë̸̫â̴͖t̷̼̃e̶͜͝s̴̻̄t̶̠̾ ̷̞̀f̸̨͌ę̴͠a̴̫͐r̶̞͊.̷̯̈"̷̰̌
̶̯͝"̸̳̒W̸̱̃a̶̛̳ḱ̸̯e̷̺̐ ̴̢̈́u̵͖̔p̵̤̄ ̸̥̈Ẏ̵̩/̶͕̽n̶̤̾.̴̖̆"̴̞͛
"̸̦̄W̶͋ͅa̸͙͝k̵̮̈́é̵̥ ̷͍͗u̸̬̿p̵̩̀ ̴̙̀Ẃ̵͈ä̶̹́ḱ̵̼ĕ̷̬ ̴͔̑u̷̲͌p̶̳̾ ̷̧̕W̶̘͛ȁ̴̘k̶̼̀ḛ̵͊ ̵̢͠ȗ̶̥p̸͈̂ ̷̭̓W̵̗͝ă̵̮k̷̘̽e̸̛̤ ̴͝ͅù̷̳p̷̡͆ ̸̗̈́Ẃ̸̹ȃ̸̮k̶̨̾e̴̡͝ ̶̪͐u̵͎̅p̶͙̄ ̵̮͑W̸͙̔á̴̦k̴͚̐e̵̫̔ ̷̢̽ṷ̶̿p̸̙͑ ̴̖̏W̶̮̌a̸͓͒k̴̯̓e̷̝͒ ̴̪̽ủ̵͎p̵̖̎ ̶̲̿W̷͇̅á̵̢k̸͔̇e̵̥̽ ̸̮̄u̶͖̓p̴̢̕ ̶̖̌W̴̞̽a̸̪̋k̷͇̀e̸͙̾ ̸̦̍u̵̙̿p̶̧̏ ̷͈̌W̴̮̍a̴͔͘k̸͜͝e̶͈͑ ̸͇̓u̸̥͝p̴̮̋ ̴̰̽W̸͔̔a̷̺̔k̴̮͐e̷̟͊ ̴̩̇u̶̲̓p̷͈̀ ̵̧͒Ẅ̶͈a̴̰͛ķ̵̊e̶͚̓ ̵̨̾u̴͚͆p̷̟͛ ̵̛̙W̴̻͗a̵͚͋k̷̦͆e̶͕̚ ̷͔́ȕ̴̩p̵̩̈́ ̴̨̑W̵̩̿a̴̖̍k̸̖̐e̸̫͐ ̵̡͗u̸̯̓p̸̨̑ ̶̱̿W̴̲̊a̶̙̕k̶̙͝ë̴̞́ ̶̿͜u̸̟͂p̵̡̔ ̵̛̠W̶̖͝a̴͇̾k̶̥͊è̸͙ ̷͓̿u̴͎̚ṕ̷͎ ̸̣̈W̷̝̕a̵͔͠ḱ̶͕e̸̥̚ ̸̼͠u̵͎͌p̴̝͐ ̶̛ͅẈ̷̋a̶͖̓k̶͕̈è̸̮ ̴͎̽u̶̳̅p̶͓̀ ̶͍̏Ẁ̶̞ä̶̦k̶͊͜e̷͈̒ ̶̮̑ũ̴̻p̷̹̾ ̴͖̒W̸̮̕ą̵̾k̸̡̍e̶̝͗ ̸̠̀u̵̠͠ṗ̴̰ ̸̥̌W̶̱͊a̴̙̔k̸͖̈́e̶̠͛ ̴̡̈́ù̸̝p̶̮͐ ̵͖͝W̵̧̓ả̵̤k̴͉͒e̷̡͝ ̵̣̉u̷͓͋p̴͎̿ ̴͇̏W̸̤̔ä̸͈́k̴̙̿e̴͙͆ ̵͙͗ụ̷͂p̴̗͋ ̵͖̽W̷̫̍á̶̠ḳ̶̾e̸̝̍ ̵̧̀u̵̪̚p̷͚̉ ̸̟̎Ẃ̶͔a̸̮̍k̷̙̐e̶̝̕ ̸̥͝ù̶̙ṕ̷̯ ̵̺̀W̸̻̅à̵͔k̴̰̐ḛ̵̆ ̵̝̾u̷̹͌p̵͑ͅ ̷̯͋W̸̠̍ả̴̱ķ̵͝e̸̩͝ ̴͈̕u̴̟̅p̶̻̈́"̵͉̈́
The boy shot up from his bed and had a layer of sweat all over him, trying to catch his breath. "What the heck? It's nothing, it's just a..dream." With that he went back to sleep, little did he know that a certain angel would not let him go so easily.
In his dream, he saw a grey and white shaded figure wearing a white robe. devoid of any color, its face was covered by a black square. Then it begin the to speak.
Î̵͍ ̸͉̈́ä̴̩ṁ̶̟ ̵̣́y̵̺̾ō̴̭û̴̜ṛ̸̊ ̴̥̔ţ̸̚ŕ̴̳u̴̪̎e̵̫͋ ̶̰̍ŝ̴͇a̶̛͖v̸̞̈́i̵̯͆õ̸̫r̶̪̅"̴̩̊
̵̘̇"̵͎̎Î̴̺ ̷̮͂k̵̠̉n̶̙͛ọ̴̓w̷̙͋ ̷̧̑e̵̘̊v̶̖̆e̶̻͛r̸̩̃ÿ̷̱́t̷͎́h̵̡̀ị̴̓n̷͈̂g̵͖̔ ̵̹͗ḁ̵̛b̷̥̿ö̶͓u̵̢̚t̶͖̐ ̸̧͗ẉ̴̓h̴̡̿a̷̝͛ṱ̸̄ ̸̟͌ṃ̸̿a̸̬͘k̶̢̚e̷͙͆s̵̈ͅ ̶̫̀ỳ̵͉o̶̻͂u̶̻͂ ̷̡̈́h̸̨̿ǘ̸͉m̶̟͑ḁ̶̔n̴̨̏.̶̲́"̸͍̐
̴̣̒
The black square then disappeared and showed a humanoid face.
̷̖̂"̸̨͊Ï̴̫ ̸̨̑k̵͈̿n̷̙̽ŏ̶̠w̶̙̽ ̷̰͂w̸̖̍h̶͙̑a̶̓͜t̶͎̋ ̵̪̽ỳ̸͚õ̶̪u̷̙̚ ̸̣͛l̴̮̎ò̸̩v̴̦̈́e̸̗͝"̴̲̃
̸͌͜
̵͉̽"̷͜͠Ḯ̷̺ ̴̅ͅk̸̘͒ņ̴͘ō̷͙ẅ̸͍ ̵̜̓w̷̟̿ḥ̸͒ȃ̶̭t̶̥͑ ̷͍̍y̴̜͂o̶̘͑u̸̥͒ ̵̲̋d̴͙̒r̴̨̈́é̷̮a̶̲̔d̴̪̈́"̶̹͘
"Please..no.."
The figure came before him and cupped his face with his big hands, they were cold and lacked of any type of warmth.
"Please..."
"̵L̴o̴o̴k̶ ̴a̸t̷ ̴m̴e̶.̴"̷ It's voice became more clear, it was becoming more and more human.
Y/n hesitated before he opened his eyes, seeing the figure now only inches away from his face. The figure no longer looked scary, color begin to spread as its hair became golden and its eyes ocean blue. The white robe that it wore gave color to the golden collar and waistband.
Y/n's breath hitched as it gazed upon them, they looked like an angel. "Do not be afraid my dear, I have come to save you." It said now the voice very clear. "Who are you..?" Y/n asked.
"I am your true savior. I am known as the archangel Gabriel..."
"No. Your not."
"Who are you really? What should I call you- what do you want from me?!" Y/n yelled.
"I want you to become my disciple. I will give you purpose and you will do as I say as I guide you through everything. Gabriel is my name and now I am your master."
"No! I don't wan-"
"You do not have a choice."
Wrapping his hand around the boy's throat and squeezing his airways, tighter and tighter until his eyes started to bleed. Gabriel then let go and dropped Y/n to the floor.
"Once you wake. You will be reborn."
The boy wakes up on his bed but not a single muscle has moved.
His eyes finally open and they flash red before changing back to its original hues.
"Master Gabriel is the real god.
My true Savior."
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His Disciple ; Diabolik Lovers x Mandela Catalogue
Fanfiction"I was raised to worship a god, but they never specified which god." Disciple: Noun; a personal follower of Jesus during his life, especially one of the twelve Apostles. o r a follower or student of a teacher, leader, or philosopher Yui Komori. A f...
