Not many people go in the crossover section. I noticed sadly… or so I thought?!
I've been getting a lot of positive feedback. Thank you all.
I'm still planning out this story.
A fellow author mentioned something very cool;
William Advanced
I like making Diavolo a Zeppeli. It means Giorno has followed in the Joestar tradition of getting Zeppelis killed and befriending them (Trish).
Holy shit… you brought up a very good point, thanks. I was sort of aiming for something like this. You made it very clear now.
Being Italian and a Zeppeli is very dangerous in Jojo.
Hopefully in KonoSuba, not so much for Lorenzo….
Diavolo's background about being a Zeppeli will be brought up in the future.
Once again, thank you all for reading and favorite/following this story.
Disclaimer : I DON'T OWN ANYTHING
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Giorno Giovanna felt an odd sensation within his mind and rubbed his temples.
This action did not go unnoticed by Mista, who stared at him with concern. "You okay, Giorno?"
Polnareff was also worried. What could be troubling the boy?
"Diavolo has been set free from his imprisonment." a bewildered Giorno said.
Mista immediately paled. "What!? Wait, set free? But how? I thought that you said his soul was in an infinite death loop that even [KING CRIMSON] couldn't exist in. How could he have escaped?"
The French man looked like he was gonna have a sheer heart attack.
Giorno then summons his stand.
[GOLD EXPERIENCE REQUIEM] had materialized. It exuded a calm and peaceful indifference towards everything around it.
"Diavolo has been given another chance to redeem himself. There is nothing I can do about it. But...he is not a threat, anyone. The Gods made sure of that. He's an outsider now. A loner now on his own quest. Diavolo had been sent far away to another world." the powerful entity spoke in a monotone voice.
This shocked everyone in the room, who heard of this news. It didn't make much sense at all.
"Wait, you telling us, that Gods had miraculously sent the fiend to another world?" a skeptical Polnareff asked.
The Requiem stand nodded it's head and then disappeared from reality.
The trio could only look at each other, completely mystified. Something major had occurred right now.
Even though the Requiem Stand assured them that there was nothing to worry about.
The group were all feeling extremely anxious. They couldn't shake away this feeling, no matter how hard they tried.
The Town of Beginning Adventures
Axel
Diavolo woke up with a startled fright.
Instead of a blackened abyss all around him. He found himself laying under a tree
When he picked himself up slightly. The Italian man was greeted by the sun. Shining in his eyes. The tree wasn't providing that much shade.
He squinted and brought up an arm to shield his eyes.
Diavolo can hear the gentle winds and the leaves blowing by the trees, shaking in harmony. and the distant sound of talking.
The pink haired man slowly got up, also dusting himself off in the process.
When he concluded that he was a safe area, he calmed down. Nobody had noticed him yet, thankfully.
Diavolo realized that he was finally free from the infinite death loop that [GOLD EXPERIENCE REQUIEM] had previously bestowed upon him.
He thought it was impossible to escape and yet his liberation has been granted by Gods of all things!
'Am I truly free? Is this all some grand ploy, to make me suffer again?' he thought in a pessimistic manner.
Why should he go on, he might just be denying the inevitable demise that he will face. Only, there is a great change… the pink haired man can sense it.
Diavolo wasn't immediately dying… over and over again, in all different kinds of gruesome ways. He also couldn't sense the impending feel of death's grasp.
The former Don was a broken man with his mentality almost lost. A broken plaything of that tormenting destiny. He was trapped in his own personal hell.
He shook off that feeling, trying to forget it all immediately.
While deep in his own thoughts, he realized something.
His mind has been stabilized. The Pink haired man had become sane again.
'Could it have been those so called Gods doing? It must be, there is no other explanation.' the former Mafia Boss concluded to himself.
While in deep thought, he was observing his new surroundings. The Italian man noticed immediately that this new environment was nothing similar to Italy.
Diavolo realized that he was in a town, but it wasn't any ordinary settlement. The architecture and the clothes that the people were wearing looked to be around the 18th century.
Everything around him seems so peaceful.
It was startling to see. All of this felt like it was progressing far too quickly, more than he had anticipated.
The fierce man then took in a deep breath, and released it. Trying to relieve himself, a bit.
The air was pure, clean, almost sweet. It was truly cool and refreshing. The difference was really that apparent in this new world, from what he is experiencing in these moments.
Yet despite all of this. The former Don had no idea what to do, for now.
'I need more information about where I am… and also many other things.' the pink haired man thought to himself, while looking around. Also keeping his guard up.
The lean man shifted his gaze from the people to the buildings, then the small gaps in between them.
Alleyways.
'Hmmm, better to keep a low profile, as usual. I will stick out alot, for obvious reasons.' he thought to himself bitterly.
The townsfolk around here will definitely notice his strange attire and hair color. Which will attract too much attention. Which a paranoid Diavolo despises a lot.
The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.
His apprehensive and violent behavior was due to the cause of his unfortunate past.
The Italian was a pariah in his old hometown.
Due to his appearance, regarding his unnatural eye color and hair. Rumors about his birth, his strange mannerisms and other factors. It was almost impossible for him to live a normal life.
The constant abuse from others caused him to have mental issues and other negative qualities.
Only a few kind hearted people treated him well, but it was not enough to save him… the damage was already done.
They treated him like a Devil, a Devil is what everyone shall receive!
The past was a mistake and was something that had to be destroyed. In order for an Emperor to grow.
But all of this couldn't be the real reasons why he…
Diavolo suddenly snapped out of his musing.
'Why am I reminiscing about my past a lot?' the pink haired man thought to himself, in irritation.
Eventually he dropped the matter. He has better things to do.
He can explore this new world through the shadows. But for how long?
'I can't hide forever in this new world. Hopefully I will come up with something…' Diavolo faintly moved onwards .
The Italian man snuck past the crowds, without anyone noticing him. He was used to living his life mostly hidden, out of the public eye's reach.
While on the move, he quickly surveyed the buildings and stands. It looked like a crowded market, with vastly different products and even equipment being sold.
Said equipment being authentic clothes for various purposes, armour, shields, and weapons. It drew his attention momentarily; he wouldn't deny being a little intrigued.
But, he ignored the market in favour of walking some more and staying hidden from prying eyes.
He knew that he didn't have any money on him. Plus, nothing of value to trade with the merchants around these parts.
Money makes the world go round. He knew that a lot. Running a Mafia has taught him a lot over the years.
Without any money, Diavolo doubted he'd be able to do anything, productive. But how could he accumulate any?
Then the Italian remembered some old history. An 18 century village such as this one. The best thing to do when you're a newcomer, is to go to a guild. If he remembered correctly.
Diavolo finally made it to the alleyways. He followed the labyrinth like paths.
In this world no one knows who he is, just the perfect situation for him. Besides the Gods that reside in heaven?
They apparently know everything about him. He may have to change that, but how?
He then realised that he may be able to fight mortals in the living world. But to start picking fights with immortal Gods may not be such a good idea.
The Gods had the power to free him from his own Requiem hell. What other mysterious powers could they be possessing? He remembered his encounter with Eris, it wasn't so pleasant.
Diavolo thought himself an Emperor but now he truly knows that an Emperor is still only a man.
Another mysterious factor, he recalled about this new world, apparently Magic exists here?
The Italian might as well learn how to harness this so-called Magic. That he has no clue about. Hopefully he will learn about it soon.
He also remembered his main objective, for being here in the first place.
The Demon King. Which will have to wait. That Eris girl was implying that he was very powerful.
Wait, if the Gods are so powerful. Why don't they defeat the Demon King? Perhaps the Deities have to abide by certain rules that prevent them from coming down to the mortal realm?
It does not matter, what really matters is his own survival.
Diavolo realised that he will have to get stronger, in order to defeat the Demon King.
Basically the Zeppeli must survive without his original power and wealth. Also he now wields a weakened [KING CRIMSON]?
Oh yes, his stand! Diavolo was mentally preoccupied with many things.
The former Don was about to summon his stand.
When suddenly the Italian led himself to quiet a predicament.
Diavolo took a quick turn and stumbled upon a group of bandits. Who seemed to have a young woman in their captive.
So far, they failed to notice the Italian man. They had their backs turned and were traveling down another alleyway.
There were about 5 of them. The scumbags were clad in leather armor and filth-ridden clothes. They also had some disgusting smiles on their faces.
Two of the men were pulling the young girl forcefully. She had a piece of cloth tied around her head as a gag for her mouth. Also her arms were tied up with rope.
Each one of them was mocking the girl. The bandits had their backs turned, as they were walking down their own path.
Diavolo was disgusted in what he saw. Then he started acting angry to himself with his conflicted mind. Something was compelling him to save the young girl, it was irritating. Then he remembered clearly some important matters.
If Diavolo can prove himself to the God's. Then perhaps in due time they could get off his back.
If he could free the hostage, it could result in a well-intentioned act. Which can lead to many opportunities.
He had begun moving swiftly. The pink haired man had made himself even more scarce.
"A pretty young bitch like you, would be valuable to any horny clients of ours. Oh yes, we will make huge money with you." one of them said in a happy manner.
The rest of the group just continues to laugh at the poor teenager.
"Remember men, this stupid broad is a Crimson Demon." another one of them mentioned.
The whole group cheered joyfully.
Diavolo overheard the entire conversation. They must be human traffickers. The Italian remembered that he made sure that the Mafia never got involved with the trafficking business. It was too troublesome. He knew from experience of course.
He was also wondering what a Crimson Demon is? That child in their custody? Perhaps she must be from a clan or it's a special given title. Then he realized, why the hell did he even care?
"We will be even more rich. Crimson Demons are worth so much!" a bandana wearing thug was shaking his head happily.
The girl was frightened, her eyes were wide. She understood with such clarity that she had no hope of escaping this terrible situation.
To make matters worse. There's a collar around her neck, that is preventing her from using her magic!
'I was so stupid for being believing them. I actually trusted everyone. I thought we could've been friends and helped each other. But everything was a lie! They manipulated me from the very start. This is where it leads me. Now this is the price I will pay!' cried out in her devastated mind.
But fate had different ideas, all hope was not lost.
There was a rumor that magic will do all it can to protect those in desperate times. Manifesting as the answer to their current need.
The bandits continued to walk, when what looked like dust began to swirl around in front of them.
They immediately began to get into a defensive position in case anything happened.
It didn't look like any ordinary dust storm, it was very suspicious, this unnatural occurrence. They thought it was the girls doing, but it's not. They looked at her and didn't notice anything suspicious.
Suddenly the dust blew off towards Diavolo's direction. Much to the Italians dismay.
The entire group of bandits turned around. The hostage was forcefully moved around too. Immediately the thugs shouted out, when they finally noticed the pink haired man.
Diavolo cursed his own luck when they spotted him. He wasn't being discreet enough. There was little time to hide anyways. Truthfully, he hadn't really planned this out properly. He was doing this for his own benefit, he kept on telling himself.
After the criminals finally got a good look and the newcomer. The thugs just smiled and laughed out loud.
Diavolo was infuriated, but held himself back for now.
The young girl's eyes moved about examining his features, he looked like a normal individual. But the bright pink hair and green eyes were a little unusual. His clothes were bizarre to say the least.
She wondered if he was here to save her? The child than threw that idea out of the window.
An eerie sense of dread covered her; as if the darkness from the pink haired man was aiming to drown everyone. But she felt a faint sense of light from the newcomer.
The Italian knew that anything is possible now. He had to keep his guard up. One wrong move and he will suffer severe consequences. The former Don had to plan a way out of this mess.
While the criminals were howling like monkeys.
The Italian then noticed a pair of bright crimson colored eyes staring at him with curiosity.
It was the girl, who had a slack expression. She looked pale and frightened. The child seemed to brighten up a little when Diavolo noticed her.
As if time stood still for the both of them. They both looked into each other's eyes from across the alley and were hypnotized with each other.
'It seems that we are not so different… She had the same eyes when I was younger. Betrayed by those who you thought were trustworthy. Wait, what nonsense am I babbling?' the Italian thought with a sneer.
Diavolo was then brought back to reality, when the bandits had finally calmed down.
The teen was trying to contemplate just what exactly she felt. His eyes showed that he had endured a lot in his life and other matters.
This weirdo must be new in town, the bandits assumed. But something was definitely wrong about him. They just couldn't figure it out, it didn't matter that much.
"What the hell? Is he a male stripper?" one bald one questioned jokingly.
"Look at his hair! Did someone throw a watermelon at him!?" the bandana wearing thug let out a chuckle.
"Perhaps a beggar. Cause it seems that he can't afford any clothes." another bearded thug jests, looking at the stranger before them from head to toe.
Diavolo growled slightly, sending an angry glare towards those insignificant pieces of trash.
One of them spoke seriously; "We gotta take care of him. There has to be no witnesses. Taking care of this weirdo shouldn't be too hard."
A tattooed bandit nods his head. He then pulled out a knife and dashed forward in an attempt to stab the pink haired man.
Diavolo's eyes wided, he had to defend himself now!
'I will kill-' he almost forgot something crucial.
"Shit, I can't kill these bastards. I rather not take any chances and invoke the wrath of the God's." he exclaimed loudly in frustration.
← To Be Continued===
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This chapter is done!
I don't know why people say that Emperor Crimson erasing time is hard to understand. In realit—
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Anyways… you don't have to even bother, reading the rest here.
Schizophrenia, maybe bipolar in some cases. Dissociative Identity Disorder? That's where Doppio comes in.
But, Diavolo was able to divide his soul into two…
Doppio is NOT the original person, as he appears to be a teenager for a reason. The one who looks grown up is Diavolo for a reason and Diavolo is described as The true FORM for a reason.
Doppio COVERS UP Diavolo because it is young him, who is so secretive about himself, so much he hides inside Himself.
Diavolo is the most damaged character in JoJo's. He truly believed that he was gonna run Passione forever.
Some of the supernatural shit, he has done… it baffles me.
I honestly don't know how to explain it.
Will try and fill in the gaps, about his mysterious past.
My ranting is not making enough sense, again.
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You can check out my other stories, if you want.
Ok, I'm out! Thanks again, to one and all.
Au revoir! Mis amigos!