He still dies in the end | | Diavolo X Reader

Checkmate

Diavolos POV:

Me and the child rested in the dimly lit living room. I read as they sat on the floor, struggling to play their game.

I would occasionally look up to watch. They pick up the black glass pieces to place them down once more as the other clear ones eerily slide across the board.

Their full being was focused solely on the game. They looked to be in a whole nother world. One where there was nothing but them and the game.

The game continued into the night. The air became colder with each passing hour. The longer the game dragged on, and the more I watched, the more uneasy I became. I don't know why I hadn't gone to bed hours ago. For some reason, I felt as though I had to watch.

I shut my book and stood up, heading to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. I switched on the light and began the brewing process, keeping an ear out in case any advancements were made.

I opened the cabinets as quietly as I could in search of the creamer and sugar. As I was stirring in the ingredients I became lost in thought, forgetting about listening in on the game as my mind went on autopilot.

"Checkmate."

Were the words that pulled me back into reality. I picked up my cup and walked back to the living room. The teen looked up at me, a smile on their face.

"How do you feel?" They asked me. I raised a brow.

"What are you-"

I was cut off by a throbbing pain in my chest. The glass cup of coffee slipped from my hand as I hunched over in pain.

"What did you do?"

They laughed. The same laugh I heard when I first met them. It was so sinister yet so angelic it shook me to my core.

"What the hell did you do?!"

They stood from their place on the floor, stalking closer and closer to me as I stumbled back.

"Just take it easy."

They grabbed my arm gently, guiding me over to the couch and laying me down before kneeling beside me.

"You brat. Tell me what you did."

"I helped you. You didn't think you would be able to live after you fought against such a powerful stand, did you? Remember when I said I had a hunch? Turns out it was true. You've been dead this whole time. The only thing of you that remains is your conscience."

I sneered, gripping my chest tighter as the pain grew worse.

"That makes no sense! If the only thing left of me is my soul then what body am I in right now?!"

"One that I created."

"So you knew the whole time?! You knew I wouldn't be able to live!"

"Yes. Not even God itself could keep you alive for long. But it's better than suffering eternally. Don't make it harder than it has to be."

"No! This isn't what I wanted!"

"It's all I could do for you."

I made an effort to sit up, but they pushed me back down. Laying their hand on my chest and another in my hair, they stroked my head as tears filled my eyes.

"I'm sorry Diavolo."

I couldn't say anything as the pain grew worse. They leaned into me, twisting their fingers delicately between my pink locks as I struggled to hold onto my conscious.

But before my soul could slip away, they placed a kiss on my face and spoke to me.

"You'll be alright now. All you have done will be forgotten."