I made this story prologue of diavolo

It begins, the darkness is moving again and soon.. my death. I lost count how many times I Died but I think it was hundred?, thousand? or more?. I don't remember anymore

...All I just want is this death loop to stop...

it begins, the darkness is move again and soon... the light. how am I going to die again? am I going to shot to death, Buried alive, Decapitation, Drowning, have something Falling on to me like a piano or a goddamn steamroller!?

the only time I remember dying peace I was in a hospital. Dying Of Old Age and this middle-aged man wearing a dark suit seat right next to me, remove a pack of cigarettes from its left inside jacket pocket and offer one to me. I accepts it and he place it between my lips, remove one for itself, and light both.

we both sit there in silence, for first time in my life I was able to think clearly... and I re-think about everything I done in my life, doppio, my work, my empire, passione, bruno, giorno and trish.

all I just want to do is cry. it make me wish I never found the arrow or made my empire... it make me wish I have a normal or a Quiet Life instead being a mob boss.

out of nowhere middle-aged man was holding my hand and looking at me, he know I was about to cry my eyes out and he was trying to keep me calm, he knows that I don't deserve to die alone, I nod to him and he nod right back.

I finished my cigarette and look out the window, it was a calm sunny day with birds chirping. and then... I die

...I wish that moment last forever and I wish knew that middle-aged man name...

and now there is light... here we go again.