Diavolo: Bungling amateurs...In the end, you failed...to kill me. Unsurprising. But still...something troubles me: My premonition clearly showed that I would be one to prevail...so why? What twisted powers did Requiem give him? When I get my hands on you, you'll pay! But first things first, I must break free from this damn current! [crawls out into a sewer] Heheheheheh. Excellent...my luck is turning... (Diavolo gets pushed back as blood flows out of his torso) Drugged killer: Nice try, cazzone! D-Don't you... s-snatch my coat! I'll cut you I swear! Just try me, I'll serve you like a deli slice! Hehehehehe! What's wrong? You curious? I think you think I won't do it? Well think again, bitch! Hehe, hahahahahahah! I'll show you, dumbass! Hehehehe! I'll poke ya full of holes, ya weird strawberry with legs! Diavolo: (sees his hand covered in blood and gets knocked back, lying on the ground in pain) W-what...did you!? Drugged killer: Come on!! Diavolo: This can't... (coughs up blood) What is this...? Drugged killer: It's my coat, ya bitch! Diavolo: I-I can't...I can't move! (coughs up more blood) Why the hell can't I move...? (coughs up more blood) Please help, somebody! Drugged killer: It's my coat... You ain't never gonna get it... Diavolo: (after being fatally stabbed by a drug addict as the start of his endless loop of dying) This can't be how I die...I-I-I-I am Diavolo! A common hoodlum couldn't possibly be my undoing! That doesn’t make any sense! (Notices the drug addict about to kill him) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Diavolo: (found himself inside the hospital after his first death) Where am I? Hold on... how did I get on this table? Just a moment ago, I barely managed to escape the river... Doctor Monica Ultello: Let's see... procedural date is the 25th. Time 11:20 a.m. File Number 68. Acting Physician, Dr. Monica Ultello here. The deceased looks to be an adult male, 30-40 years old. Identity is unknown. Condition of his skin suggests time of death was 48 to 50 hours ago. Commencing autopsy to find out cause of death. Diavolo: Enough of this! I won't play your sick game! Monica: The body was discovered in close proximity to the river... (Diavolo: Are you deaf, woman? I demand you explain yourself now! HEY, LADY!) (Dr. Monica Ultello grabs a scalpel) Diavolo: Ugh! Not again... W-Why can't I move?... The hell did you do to me?! What foul curse... I'm talking to you, don't ignore me! Who do you think you are? Put that thing away! (Dr. Monica Ultello dissects his chest) Diavolo: GAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! Dammit... why am I just letting this happen? The pain... IT'S UNBEARABLE! Someone help! Monica: Cause of death is a laceration to the liver, likely caused by a knife. The lack of hesitation wounds means this was not suicide. I'll open up his abdomen and check, just to be sure. (Dr. Monica Ultello pulls out Diavolo's liver) Monica: His liver is in good health, the color's excellent. (Dr. Monica Ultello grabs a bone cutter and starts dissecting Diavolo's abs) Diavolo: (screaming) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Diavolo: (found himself outside the street) Thank God. Was it all just a horrible nightmare? No, this isn't where I was... (The traffic light goes green as Diavolo watches the cars pass on the street) Diavolo: Hold on, now. What time is it? Where am I? Last I recall, I'd been thrown into the Tiber... Then there was that terrible pain... I can still feel the cold steel... It was far too real to be a damnable dream! But... how am I still alive? Old man: Excuse me. You okay there, sir? You really shouldn't sit there. If you need medical attention, I can call an ambulance. (The old man's pet dog starts barking at Diavolo) Old man: Back off, girl! (Diavolo tries to get away from the dog, but trips at the edge of the sidewalk as an oncoming car arrives) Diavolo: What is this madness? None of this makes sense! How could I meet such an undignified end? Don't tell me... this is... (Diavolo lands on the tarmac as the car gets closer) Diavolo: No! WHAT HAVE YOU WROUGHT ON ME, GOLD EXPERIENCE REQUIEM?! (The car runs Diavolo over) Little girl: You're sitting funny, mister. Does your tummy hurt? Diavolo: (found by a curious girl after his most recent death) How...how many deaths must I die!? What'll happen to me next?! How much longer do I have to wait for the end?! (Notices the girl approaching him) Stay back! Leave me be! D-Don't come closer... STAY AWAY!!!!!!!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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