"Just as I thought I was done for, it went limp. In my confusion, I shoved it off of me. I soon saw the cause of what killed it. A jet black, jagged throwing knife. The person who owned the knife standing in the broken door frame. His hair was white as snow, eyes red as blood. He wore a thick, black jacket with fur lining the hood. A belt draped over his side with several daggers strapped onto it. His hands had black gloves on them, and to match his other clothes, black cargo pants with combat boots. He looked whimsical, like a knight from a fairy tale." Diabolik Lovers Fanfiction. Warning! Gory scenes WILL be described along with (mildly) disturbing content, PLEASE do not read if you cannot handle that!