A wave of silence had passed after the assignment was explained to Diavolo. He was currently thinking about how he would change the scene after the murder. Usually, he would order members of Passione to cover his tracks, but now he had to do it himself. Of course, he also had Elsa…. But…. She was a bit of a wildcard. More wild than a card.

And he was stuck in thought with Elsa, just how much could he really trust her? He wasn't even sure if she actually trusted him either. Their relationship is built on the fact that she is physically unable to kill him, and vice versa. His thoughts were cut off by a sudden tap on the shoulder from the bowel hunter.

"Hm? What is it?" He faced her, recovering from his deep thoughts.

"Well, I've just been wondering. What's that spirit casting technique you used on me? I've never seen such a thing before." She was cheerfully perplexed.

'Spirit casting technique? What the hell is she talking about?' He wondered

"Can you elaborate…?"

"You know, the crimson spirit that had manifested behind you during our skirmish?" She added

'Crimson spirit… I-is she referring to King Crimson!?'

"You are a user as well?" Diavolo seriously asked

"A user? Of magic, sure, but not spirits."

'So she lacks a stand, but can still see King Crimson? Interesting. This world's rules are different then on earth. So it seems here that people who possess latent magical abilities are able to at least see king crimson. This could raise some issues, it seems I'll have to be a little more careful when using my stand.'

"Yes, I can manifest the spirit at will. It assists me in my battles." Diavolo answered, with a hint of truth in the lie.

"Interesting, you seem to get more and more entertaining as I stay engaged with you." She randomly added.

"Entertaining? I see..." He deadpanned. He certainly could't find any entertainment from Elsa, of course, it was because he didn't really like associating with psychopaths. Allowing Cioccolata to join Passione was one of the many things he regretted in his previous world. And Elsa is no different, for now.

"I've been wondering something myself." He remarked.

"Oh?" She seemed to tilt her neck while saying this.

"Before you had attacked me, and even before you had seen me, I had managed to peak within this 'loothouse', you had killed everyone in there, were they your targets?" Diavolo explained, he really was curious about the 3 in there.

"Oh, that!" She had pretended to realize like it was a revelation of the century, slapping her forehead.

"Well, originally I wasn't going to kill them. You see, I had come to retrieve a very valuable relic that this little girl had stolen for me." She continued.

"But… this woman, who thought she was above me, had tried to bargain for it! She claimed it was her insignia, can you believe the gall on that witch?" She pouted.

'Witch….. Insignia? Then, inside of that loothouse, could those be the corpses of that hybrid woman and building leaping girl I had seen when I first arrived?!' Diavolo pieced this together, surprised.

"So, why did you kill them?"

"They were annoying, like a bunch of pests. Obviously I had to deal with them." She smiled evilly.

"You had fun, didn't you?" He dared to ask.

"Of course." She finalized.

"Anyway! We will meet at the Winterhill manor. If you don't know where that is, then you can just follow me." She smiled.

"Understood." He nodded.

This woman, what a sadistic pain she was.

A few hours passed, Diavolo had started to get tired from walking for so long, was the Winterhill manor really this far out? He hasn't eaten anything or had any water to drink since he arrived, it was aggravating. He also was still dirt poor, not a shred of coins within his possession. It was humiliating for him to admit but, he was beginning to feel like a peasant.

Elsa, on the other hand, had been humming a tune the entire time. She didn't show any shred of weakness, fmaish, or tiredness, she was always cheery and full of life. It was annoying. Did she think she was better than him? No one was better than him.

He decided to hold these hateful thoughts back for now, he had to complete his mission. If he could prove he was of any value, he could have a small chance to reach even greater heights than he did previously, with Passione.

"Getting tired, are we?" Elsa perked.

"You can tell?" Diavolo scoffed

"I have a special divine protection which allows my sense of smell to be enhanced." She flexed.

"Oh… Of course." He had no idea what a 'divine protection' was, but got the gist.

"I wonder, do you have divine protection, Boss?" She playfully said

'Hm, assuming a 'divine protection' falls under the category of latent abilities since birth like I imagine , then….'

"I have an incredible affinity for spirits." He casually answered.

She clicked her tongue, almost disappointed by the response.

Diavolo noticed this, raising a brow.

"Oh come now, must you really lie to me any longer? We are a little better acquainted are we nott?" She pouted

"I would say we still don't fall under any categories near… friendship… in this strange relationship. And, I wasn't lying." He deadpanned.

She sighed, he really didn't trust her still. What a shame.

"You better start trying to trust me. Or I may not want to vouch for you later." She snapped, giving Diavolo a frown.

"I see." He said emotionlessly. He really couldn't care less. As long as he found the base of operations.

Finally, after nearly 5 hours of walking, they arrived at a part of Lagunica that is quite distant from the main hall. The Winterhill manor, home to some really pathetic aristocrats. This shouldn't take long.

They had planned the assasination prior to arriving at the front gate. The manor was gigantic, but by no means close to the level of something like Roswall's. Which was a name Diavolo had heard countless times from the people and Elsa herself.

The plan was for Elsa to scan the surrounding area, then properly signal Diavolo to enter the Manor, find Harris, then properly execute him. Diavolo, of course, knew he could just enter the manor with king crimson, but he wanted to leave the impression to Elsa that he had a fake limit of his power.

So, he waited. As Elsa had dashed over the gate into the darkness. It was midnight by the time they arrived. She had move at really impressive speeds for lacking a stand, it was incredibly interesting to Diavolo. These 'divine protections', 'gods'. They were only fantasy in his world.

He waited…. And he waited….. and…. Where was the signal?

It's been nearly 20 minutes, surely someone with her speed would have no trouble scanning a place like this in less than 3.

Something had gone wrong…. Of course… if Diavolo did this alone there wouldn't be any damn problems!

But… It was strange. It was getting really damn cold, it felt like the temperature had gone from 76* to as low as 20* in the span of those 20 minutes.

Was this the signal? Or did the temperature in this world randomly fluctuate so dramatically? But… then Diavolo began to hear screaming. Now, he wouldn't have been surprised if the screaming came from the manor but… it was… everywhere.

It was like the screams were getting louder, then quieter, then louder again.

Then, Diavolo's face lit up, the epitaph had once again activated. Diavolo was always prepared for whatever was sent his way because of this ability, but this time.. he wasn't sure what he could do.

In epitpah's vision, there was something so impossible, so grand even, it was like the world was ending. There was an intense blizzard, several frozen corpses, and snow covered with blood at every sight.

But the most terrifying part about this vision was the beast that had accompanied it. This monster, it was almost like some sort of feline. It was taller than the eiffel tower and then some. And it was shrouded by a dark shadow, it's glowing yellow eyes being the most defining feature tk be seen.

Diavolo shuttered… what was he supposed to do? King Crimson could only move him to another place in his erased time. He doubted that moving far away from this beast would make any difference, it seemed to be freezing the entire damn world solid with its presence alone.

Was this the end? Could this really all be a part of Golden Experience Requiem's game after all? Was he really going to die?!? AGAIN?

But… Diavolo had eventually lost feeling in his legs…. He looked down to see they were covered in the snow which began to envelop the entire kingdom. There were no longer any screams, he assumed everyone else had died. As the cold began to spread up to Diavolo's neck, he closed his eyes, preparing to die, yet again, and maybe… for the last time…..

Diavolo began to choke as his windpipe was frozen, his skin began to feel irritated and felt as if it was shattering. He couldn't scream, literally , only sit there as his body began to lose temperature. His eyes then froze, and finally.

His brain.

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Diavolo Death: # }*#]\!~_…..#1?

Giorno….

Giorno………

"GIORNO!" Mista yelled!

"Hm?" Giorno turned to face him, wearing his black clothes.

"What the heck man? I called your name at least…. 5 times!" Mista pouted, clearly annoyed, but also concerned.

"What is it?" Giorno sighed.

"Well it's just… you've had that look on you, like you're thinking about something. What's going on?" Mista tapped his foot.

"Well…i'm…. i'm not sure how to say this but.I've had this horrible feeling…. It's like… something is…."

Missing

Diavolo, opened his eyes… HE OPENED HIS EYES!

He… was screaming… he couldn't stop screaming!

Where is he? What the hell is going on?! What is this pain?!

Diavolo was panting, it was frantic, like a dog that had been walking for a year with no water. He was sweating bullets, in all of Golden Experience Reuiem's torture, he hadn't felt such a stressful death in… well deaths!

But.. BUT he was here?! A-Again?! The Apple stand?!?!

The man looked at Diavolo in pure bewilderment. Is this guy a lunatic? He's causing a scene in front of his stand!

"H-hey creep! Settle the hell down!"

Diavolo forgot he was screaming. And, that pain… it was fading…

He took a deep breath…….

Finally he could calm down…..

So….

What the hell just happened? Well… even Diavolo wasn't sure. Was he imagining all of those events? There's no damn way! It had to be real! But… Why was he here again?! Is this place important? Did someone cast a spell on him? Was he truly free from Golden Experience Requiem? It didn't matter. He had to run.

And he did. He sprinted away from the apple stand with all of his being. The man running it just sighed, is this guy just some loonie?

He ran, and didn't stop running. He ran till he eventually made it all the way back to the loothouse.

It was literally almost the end of the day when he had made it. He took a moment to catch his breath…. He was… tired…. So tired….. Why can't he just go to hell?! It's probably got some fucking luxury's in comparison to infinite death.

'Damn you! DAMN YOU GIORNO GIOVANNA!'

Diavolo's thoughts of agony then shifted into thoughts of rage. He must kill Giorno Giovanna. Whatever it takes. It doesn't matter… he must die.HE MUST DI-

Diavolo's thoughts, for probably the 4th time, were interrupted.

"Oh my! What a wondrous sight!"" The familiar voice called out.

He definitely recognized it. It had belonged to Elsa, the gut-hunter of Lagunica. He was thankful to even come across them again, it meant he could explain all of this quickly, and probably shift her trust faster.

"E-Elsa!" Diavolo turned to face the cheerful woman.

"Hm? Are you a fan?" She joked, still grinning.

Wait a second, he can't get too carried away. All that time he spent with her. It was meaningless now. He deduced that after he died, all of his progress was washed away into a fresh slate.

Now this newfound power wasn't entirely bad. But the effect it had on his mind was tremendous. Perhaps it was only that beast which afflicted such horrible thoughts into him. It's as if his pain and his agony was amplified in the icy grave which was created for him.

"Uh…. Yes, you could say that. You're the gut-hunter, are you not?" He replied, still panting somewhat in between words. He did run all the way out there after all, his limbs were still sore as hell. "Yes! How interesting! I thought you would be scared, but you seem relieved." She giggled.

"Well... I can't entirely stand for everything you do, but… your lifestyle is definitely similar to mine in some respects, not that I'm happy about it." He tried to reason.

"I see…. Well, what are your goals? If you don't mind me asking?" Now she was curious.

"I….. I want to become the King, I want to have power again." He announced.

"Power… again?" She hummed.

"Yes. I must kill Giorno Giovanna. And I need power to do that." He continued

"Well, that's very interesting indeed, but, if you don't mind. I need to attend to some business inside!" She chuckled, preparing to break the lock on the loothouse door.

"W-wait! I know what you plan to do. You plan to retrieve a… relic, right?" He made her hesitate, her eyes darting back to him.

"How do you know that?" She seriously deadpanned.

"I-I've seen it…. I have the ability to die and then tr-" Diavolo was suddenly cut off by an intense sharp pain in his chest. "GAAAH!" He yelled out in pain.

"What's the matter?" Elsa wondered.

"I…." He panted, that hurt like hell. It seems something is forcing him to stay quiet.

"Nevermind…. I know because I'm also looking to get my hands on it. That's why I'm even here." He came up with a pretty convincing on the spot lie, still breathing heavily.

"I see. Well that just won't do. So, do me a favor and don't try and get in my way." She coldly glared at him.

'Damnit! Wrong move!' Diavolo scoffed in his mind.

"Look! I don't care anymore. You can have the damn relic. I just… I just need to find a way to stop that beast from coming back." He yelled.

Elsa then ignored Diavolo, she was confused by him, but also somewhat annoyed. She'll consider killing him later.

She had instantly broken the lock on the door with a swipe of her blade, Diavolo shuddered as she cut steel like butter.

He had heard voices inside yelling at her unwelcome entry. But, it was already too late. The voices dimmed down 1 by 1, before Elsa walked out covered in blood.

She turned to see Diavolo still standing there. With a look on his face that was unreadable. Just what was he thinking?

"Do you still wish to bother me further?" She scoffed.

"I….I don't know. I-I just don't know!" He put his hands over his head. What was the correct choice to make? What caused that beast to appear? How much time did he have?

"I see. Perhaps you wouldn't make a great companion after all." She sighed.

What the hell is she on about this time? Was she really considering allowing him to join her with such few interactions? Did she even have a hint of trust in him in the last run? God, they are similar, they are really similar?!

"LISTEN TO ME! IN THE NEXT COUPLE OF HOURS A MONSTER WILL FREEZE THIS ENTIRE WORLD SOLID!" He yelled, with seriousness in his words.

"IF WE DON'T FIGURE OUT THE CAUSE THEN WE WILL ALL DIE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME WOMAN?!" Diavolo continued. As his rage flared again.

"I do. But, why should I believe you? I don't even know your na-"

"My name is Diavolo! Your name is Elsa Grianheirt! You have a divine protection which enhances your sense of smell, and a really damn strange obsession with human bowels! Did I miss anything?" He crazily remarked.

"Yeah, you missed the fact that you're completely insane." She laughed.

This woman?! Calling him 'insane'?!? What a fucking joke! His pupils dilated as veins popped out.

"YOU ARE A FOOL!" He yelled, as King Crimson manifested behind him. His aura began to explode.

"KING CRIMSON!" The ground crumbled, as he stared at her, red being the only thing in his vision.

Of course, just like last time she noticed it, but now she barely had time to react.

"DIE!!" Diavolo had already sliced her head off, erasing time.

But he didn't stop there, he sliced her arms off, her legs, her torso into pieces and made sure to stomp on what was left of her head, turning it into a bloody mess.

"ONLY I CAN ENSURE THE PROSPERITY OF THIS WORLD! I AM THE KING OF THIS REALITY'S FUTURE!" Diavolo made sure to announce this directly into her what was left of her ear. He was really losing his mind.

Diavolo hadn't realised it, but after experiencing the death from that 'beast' something dark had built up inside of him. His pure unfiltered rage. He was angered by so many things in this world, the people, the nobles, the monsters. But above all else, he was angered by Girono Giovanna. It was his fault he was trapped ina new hell. Perhaps this was the work of GER afterall. That thought made him livid.

He took several deep breaths after butchering Elsa into pieces. She wasn't even recognizable any more.

But Diavolo then realised, was there even any point to this? He'll just die again. He can't prevent it, right? That monster. The end of the world. His stand didn't hold the power to protect him from such things.

What a cruel fate, put into a world where he believed he had any chance at all. In the end, it's just a death loop. A ticking time bomb which would always explode!

Diavolo began to laugh. What a joke it all was. It was so funny!

His laughing became unhinged, he was broken. Any amount of sanity he had left disintegrated as he began to slam his head into the loothouse's walls.

Then, another familiar voice had been heard. This one sounds a lot softer.

"Um…. Are you alright?" The voice spoke.

He turned, a mad look inside of his eyes, blood dripping from his forehead.

"Oh…. You." Was all he could muster.

"Y…yeah." It was that hybrid woman. What a strange reappearance.

"Your Insignia or whatever you called it. I imagine it's this relic." Diavolo said, emotionless, reaching down to grab the 'relic' which Elsa had stolen. Her mesh of a corpse concealing it in her bits. He lifted it out, making a squishing noise as he did so. It was covered in blood.

"…" The girl simply said nothing. Fear is clear inside of her eyes.

"Here. It's yours. It doesn't even matter anyway." He sighed. Holding it out to her.

His hands were covered in Elsa's blood as he held it out to the girl.

"Consider it, thanks for saving me." He still continued.

"O-Oh…. Yeah… appreciate it." She squeaked.

It was completely dark out. The girl wanted to get her insignia but… this was not how she imagined she find it.

"I'm going now. Goodbye." Diavolo snapped, walking… somewhere.

Emelia was dumbfounded. This man… he seemed even worse off than we she had saved him. She just needed to get away from him. He definitely was dangerous.

Diavolo hummed a tune while his mind was shattered, he wondered how much time he had? He walked, not having any particular destination in mind. This was the beginning of his journey.

Diavolo had waited. His legs were so tired. His entire body was sore yet he continued to walk.

But… something is wrong. It was almost the start of a new morning. The dark sky was beginning to light up….. was…. was he going to live?

There's no way. It was just GER teasing him, like it did now. That's just how it is! He can't possibly escape it! Right?!

So he kept walking, and walking, and walkingandwalking!

And he eventually stumbled all the way to a unnamed forest.

His legs had finally given up, as he fell onto the grass. He looked up into the morning sky.

Just how should he spend his days locked inside of this world? Should he try and do as much as he can? Should he simply give up and let his mind become hollow again?

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But…. No! This was wrong! ALL WRONG!

Diavolo? Him? Subjected to this?! There's just no way!

He stood, his legs practically shaking. As his eyes filled with determination, his soul filled with a new flame.

He couldn't let that beast stop him! He couldn't let anything stop him! It would mean throwing away his dreams, his plans for the future! It would mean he couldn't kill Giorno Giovanna! What kind of man would he be to just give up now?

He cracked his neck, and opened his mouth,

"I WON'T LET YOU DEFEAT ME GIORNO!" Diavolo screamed into the sky! He would let the world know he couldn't be stopped anymore.

That's right, he just needed to try something else. It wouldn't matter how many times he must die. He's already experienced death countless times.

This is his ultimatum!

And well…. It seemed not giving up paid off. The sun had begun to rise, the birds chirped and the sounds of the wind against the trees had presented Diavolo with a peaceful setting. His mind was finally at ease. Whatever he did this time had changed his future.

Perhaps, he could start his own assassins organization. He didn't need anyone else after all. He would just need to educate himself about this world, it's language, it's people! He would just need to build from the ground up. It'll be a better, stronger Passione!

It'll be the start to Diavolo's rise to power.

Screw everyone else! Screw Elsa! This is his world!

And so, he limped across the forest, he followed a path until he found any sort of civilization. His legs ached, but it didn't matter. He eventually was stopped by a carriage, it was not normal though, there seemed to be some sort of giant lizard creature operating it. He stepped in front of it, raising his hand.

"HEY! STOP!" He yelled

The carriage did as he commanded, as the driver had peaked from the front.

"U-uh, can I help you?" The driver nervously asked, he had dawned white hair with a green hat on top. He carried a dark green outfit and green cloak, it seemed to be resembling that of a merchant's.

"Yes. I need you to bring me to the nearest village, I don't care about anything else you are doing." He mercilessly threatened, taking it upon himself to board the carriage

The driver was simply terrified, what a mess he got himself into, what was he going to do now? He was sure if he even tried to resist he would just die. This man had an aura about him that just made him want to submit. So he didn't try to argue. He simply commanded the ground dragon to keep moving.

"S-So…. Wh-What brings you to these parts….."

The man tried to make conversation, it just came off as awkward and excessive.

He stared deeply into the man, his gaze being cold.

"Shut up, just bring me to a village and I won't kill you."

"O-Oh. Ok!" The man jumped sweating bullets.

"You know! I should probably warn you that the next village is quite a ways from here, Y-You might wanna get comfortable." He suggested.

Diavolo just sighed.

"M-May I interest you in-"

"SHUT UP!" Diavolo yelled.

The man's lips were sealed as they continued on the path.

Diavolo knew if he could find a village, it would be an opportunity for him to learn more about this world. He could probably use the excuse that he was a lost foreigner, and that he didn't know where he was.

After he learns the language, he can start making a living. When he makes enough, he can try to learn magic…

Oh! That's right! He could just steal with King Crimson! He's untraceable. What a grand thought! He could become rich by stealing from nobles!

Well, for now, he's just going to have to focus on starting small. Maybe he could change his appearance too… he stands out too much. His bold fashion statement may not bode well to others. He needs to be more accustomed to the way people act in this world. At least they all speak the same way. That's a relief.

Well…. That annoying driver did mention the next village was rather far out…. Maybe he could rest a little. It's been awhile afterall… and he doubted that driver would try anything on him.

Diavolo closed his eyes, laying against the wooden seating of the carriage as he began to drift into sleep.

He opened his eyes… but he was no longer in the carriage…. He was… in Italy?! W-What the hell!?

WAIT… he recognized this place… THE ARROW!

"QUICKLY GIORNO, DON'T LET HIM REACH IT!" Trish yelled out.

"HAHAHAHA! THIS TIME I CAN CHANGE THE COURSE OF HISTORY!" Diavolo smiled, incredibly pleased with the change of events. Whatever was happening, he wasn't opposed to it.

"THE ARROW IS MINE! GIORNO GIOVANNA!" He had grabbed it before Giorno could, seemingly teleporting to it in an instant. How did he get to it so fast?

He had stabbed king crimson with it…… but….. the arrow had gone straight through it!

"N-No! Impossible!" Diavolo frustratedly yelled out.

Diavolo's world began to crumble, he didn't even use King Crimson.

"W-What's going on!!?" He began to feel several hands grab onto him.

"WH-WHAT IS THIS?!" He yelled out, the hands beginning to suffocate him.

"I Love You." Was the phrase which was repeated over and over inside of his mind.

"STOP IT!" He cried.

"I Love You" the voice whispered louder. And the hands began to pull him into darkness.

He yelled as he was pulled into the abyss.

Then his eyes opened again.

"Huh!"

He was still on the carriage. It was all a dream. He panted, as sweat had formed on his brow.

"Hey! Did we arrive yet?" Diavolo asked the driver.

There was no response, just what the hell was he doing?

"OI FOOL!" He stepped over to the front of the carriage, but noticed that he wasn't even there.

"Running away are we?" Diavolo sighed.

He supposed it was inevitable, it was rather smart to try and escape him after all. He'd let this go for now, he could use this to his advantage. His own carriage.

But well… it was rather dark out, just how long had he been sitting here? And there was an intense fog surrounding the carriage. The lizard creature was bothered by something.

He decided to investigate, as the carriage moved slowly through the dense fog.

'I can barely see. Maybe that merchant ran off for another reason?' Diavolo inquired.

-TO BE CONTINUED

Alright, now time to say some stuff.

In my previous rendition of this chapter I had made a horrible mistake, I don't know why but I just decided to make a limit to Diavolo's potential. I wanted there to be a sense of weakness he had to overcome without the power of his stand. So I had made satella kill him every time he killed someone else. But it was pretty out of character for her so I changed it.

I want to thank everyone who has decided to follow me and leave a review on this fanfiction. Believe it or not it really does inspire me to write more, so seriously, thanks! And i've taken everything everyone has said into consideration when writing this chapter again. So keep up the support guys.