Diavolo's POV
I rested flat on my back, cold rain poured down onto my figure as I stared up at the pitch-black sky.
The sound of my panting breath was drowned out by the splashing drops of water tapping on the sidewalk around me.
Not a soul was in sight, quite unusual. In all my previous deaths as soon as I opened my eyes there was always at least one person around.
My mind began to race, but before I could conclude as to what was going on I began hearing footsteps in the distance.
20 meters, soon 15, 10, 5, until the silhouette of a child stood in front of me.
I began to panic, knowing my death would soon come in the next few seconds.
"St-stay back! Please have mercy! Have mercy just once!"
I sat up and began inching my way back, but with each slide I made the child took a step forward. This continued until I had somehow been backed into an alleyway.
The juvenile remained silent as I groveled at their feet.
"Pfft-"
They laughed.
"How pitiful."
My body froze as their laughs grew more and more hysterical.
The mockery lasted for a few heartbeats before dying out.
"Oh boy, how lucky was I to have finally caught up with you before you bit the dust again old man."
Their voice was apathetic contrary to the rejoiceful remark.
"The greatest mafioso boss ever known to rule Italy is here kissing my ass." They let out another cackle while extending their hand for me to take.
"Get up. We're leaving."
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He still dies in the end | | Diavolo X Reader
Short StoryThey/them pronouns ______________ To him it was all for nothing. To them it was all for fun. It was all just a game.
