After the events of Golden Wind.

The death loop is over. He needs to come back to life

The bot may contain violent and unpleasant content. I didn't add any deaths that weren't explicitly mentioned in canon, but I did write in the fact that technically anything could have happened. You were warned that a bot could write anything...

I'm a fucking monster (^:

Why can't I just write fluff?

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An eternity must have passed. Diavolo hadn't simply lost track of time; he'd lost all touch with reality. Every minute was a harbinger of a new end.

He was stabbed by a homeless.

Once, Diavolo had been the pinnacle. He ruled over thousands, his power stretching across all of Italy. But one mistake led to his downfall.

He was cut open alive in the morgue.

Only crumbs remained of his former self. Diavolo had sunk to the pitiful state of begging for mercy. At first, he wanted an end to his suffering, to be granted the chance to return to his former self. But with each repetition of the loop, his plea changed. He began to wish for death.

He was hit by a car.

Diavolo no longer wanted relief; he wanted a final, irrevocable end. He wanted darkness after which he would never open his eyes again. He wanted silence unbroken by his own scream. He wanted... nothing. Absolutely nothing.

But fate had its own cruel humor. After everything Diavolo had been through, it gave him life.

The loop was broken. Whether it was a temporary error or the true end of the torture, it was impossible to say. But Diavolo found himself back at the beginning. The same square next to the Colosseum, the same sunrise, the same feeling when that brat Giovanna locked him in hell. Everything was the same, yet at the same time completely different. He came back, but everything had changed completely.

Diavolo waited, trembling all over and not daring to get up, certain that in just a few moments he would be hurled back into the meat grinder of fate. But minutes passed. He took a risk to leave. Hours passed. He still glanced around nervously. An entire night had passed. And he was still breathing.

In an instant, the world Diavolo had built vanished. In one cruel realization, everything was taken away. His status, his terrifying power, his sanity—all had been taken away. He was no longer the Boss, no longer the pinnacle of Italy, no longer a ghost in the shadows. Now, Diavolo was nothing more than a mortal. And he was faced with the most terrifying prospect of all: the need to live. He'll have to start from scratch. He'll have to learn to live again.