GOËTIA • A Diavolo X Neutral Reader X Risotto Fanfiction

The Bait

The lounge of the room was quite dark, even though the skies outside were burning bright. With the windows tight shut, the air inside was starting to get more suffocating, but it wasn't getting warmer at all as the cold winds of the last of February remained trapped within. Seven adult men sat in couches surrounding the center coffee table, all of their faces painted with an expression of apprehension as their lips remained sewn shut, not even daring to make a sound of a mere gulp of their own spit.

One of the men fixed his glasses straight and turned his eyes from the laptop sitting on the coffee table to Risotto, sitting on his right at a single-seater couch. His shiny blue curls glimmered against the sparing beams of sunlight that had been making it into the room from the clefts between the blinds.

"Risotto... We should not -"

"Quiet, Ghiaccio." Risotto halted him before he could finish, eyes glued to the empty couch opposite to him on the far end. "Give me the laptop."

"B-but-"

"The laptop, Ghiaccio."

Defeated, Ghiaccio pushed over his device to the man who swiftly turned it towards himself and read the words written on the screen in repetition.

One New Conversation Received:
Sender: Unknown
Boss has a daughter.
Baphomet.

"Has this been sent to any other teams?" Risotto asked.

One of them pushed a tuft of his lavender hair behind the ear and answered in hesitation. "Not that we know of... There have never been any details of a 'Baphomet' in Passione either."

"Whoever it is, it's probably a prank, Risotto. Ignore the message,"Proscuitto suggested from the other end of the row. "If Melone says there is no such name in the organisation, then this person doesn't exist. It's probably someone trying to make a joke out of what happened to us."

"That might be true, but shouldn't we find out at least? The fact that this message came to us is still trivial," another spoke up. "If the Boss finds out, even though it wasn't us in the first place, he will get rid of someone among us."

"The Boss doesn't even give us work anymore, Illuso." Someone from his opposite end argued. "I'm telling you, we should just quit the job and find a way to get that shit sack of a boss to the gutters."

"Some bold words coming from the man who only knows how to shrink and hide, little guy." Illuso taunted him.

"You know very well I've finished every assignment successfully! At least I'm not afraid to attack head-on, unlike some other guy!"

"Try me..."

"Formaggio! Illuso!" Risotto ordered in a cold tone. Clicking on the button that said 'reply', he halted for a moment with his fingers placed on top of the keyboard, deciding whether to proceed with his idea.

"You're going to reply to that?" Proscuitto asked.

"I need to know. If not who, then why this person sent us the message. Whoever this is probably knows too much about us... and also knows how to find private links to our communication."

"Whatever you say," the blonde replied.

"You suggest against?"

"Not quite, really," he said, lighting up a cigarette. "I actually agree with you. Just wanted to see what you thought. Go ahead, we'll follow."

Risotto nodded and took a discreet breath in, then began staring at the blinking cursor as he slowly typed in the reply.

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