𝕁𝕁𝔹𝔸 𝕏 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 (Mostly Lemons)

Diavolo x Reader (In The Court of The Crimson King)

October 5th, 2000.

Put your head on my,

Harder, you pushed the palms of your hands against your ears in agony as though that could conceal the sounds of the explosions, the agonizing cries of the innocent dying as missisles from the other side of the border were launched into your small city, completely annihilating everything in sight as you hid in the corner of a small, drenched room. Water pipes had been broken from the ceiling as the scent of gun powder and fresh blood filled your nostrils.

shoulder.

You could not hear yourself cry and scream into the air for help as the deafening tone of another missile charging towards your building began to ring whilst it pierced through the air.
You didn't know if your family had been taken alive or not, all you knew was that death could possibly be your last resort at that very moment.

Yet, within the very depths of the void, an opportunity for rebirth was shown.
The deafening whistle of the travelling missle had stopped in a second, and you found yourself sitting quietly in the corner of the room.

Confusion was your epitaph. Something didn't seem right. Was it the pattern of the water droplets and how quickly they've drenched the carpet in under a second? Or was it the absence of what you understood was a missile heading towards you?
Regardless, you felt fear. Fear of the unknown, fear that you had forgotten the world you were in for a mere split second.

Gathering the courage to lift yourself up, you examine the room to see people laying still. It was hard to distinguish the dead from the asleep, but the mere rising chests of your parents was enough to remind you how to breathe.

"Has God given me a chance?" You thought to yourself, studying the surroundings of your demolished home before darting your eyes towards the open doorway where a landscape of death and war crimes laid.
"Have my prayers been answered?"

And yet, the same confusion from earlier occured. You found yourself staring at a pigeon that was never there in the first place, as though it popped out of thin air.
The same feeling of fear began to ill your heart. Unable to breathe, you knew a threat far more dangerous than the war occuring was present.

A world where time ceased to exist had suffocated you.

"Nessuno può sfuggire dal destino scelto. Rimane il risultato che voi sarete distrutti. L'eterna cima esiste solo per me. Puoi cantare canzoni di tristezza nel mondo senza tempo."

The voice of God spoke into your delicate ears, and the vison of two green eyes glaring from a face framed with pink, dotted hair would blind you before time would skip once more, and before the pain in your heart was no longer, for your world had been replaced with nothing but black.

*

October 6th, 2000.

Hold me in your arms,

baby.

Venice, Italia.

You loved the smell of musk and old wood.

Yes, it was an odd combination, but something about the ancient scent brought life within you. It was never too harsh to make you nauseous, yet just strong enough to engulf you.

You were brought back to life from the scent of musk lingering in the air, your consciousness slowly seeping back as your ears would perk at the sound of foot steps creeking against wood.

Upon opening your eyes from the eternal darkness, you found yourself in a posh room with velvet red walls and oak wood doors that looked older than time itself.
Stood just at the edge of your field of vision was a tall man in a maroon suit, his stance was all the more threatening than his lifeless eyes, glaring at you from beneath a cloud of pink hair.