... Here it is. The rewrite of Vento Insanguinato. The story is drastically different from the first one, so don't be too surprised.
One more time.
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Just… one more.
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Is it enough?
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No. Obviously, it isn't.
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Ah. Now it's finally finished.
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No. NO. NO!
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The bastard… the bastard bit his tongue.
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That fucker… how dare he escapes his torment.
Being a child wasn't a nightmare.
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Being a child again was a nightmare.
I fucking hated it.
You have no idea how it slowly drives you to insanity. You have no idea how hard it is. It was even harder than learning Italian, and learning that you lived in a fake world where bullshit powers were everywhere.
I tried to socialize, I want you to know that. I tried to be patient but I forgot how cruel children can be.
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Let me show you.
(Flashback)
"Hahaha! Moldy hair! Moldy hair! Moldy hair!"
"Hahahaha!"
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I ignored the group of boys who were picking on a girl as she tried to cover up her hair. Her beautiful hair. It's a shame she had to cut it. She looks better as a girl with long hair. Being a tomboy made it look worse. Her pink hair filled with irregular black spots made me want to touch and caress it more and more.
Since… this was my second chance of living, I seemed to develop a habit. I seemed to search for beauty in this universe and have it. Her hair was part of what I was searching for.
Others may say that it was grotesque, but for me, who has only seen blond, ginger, black, and albino, her hair truly has something exotic. I like exotic. There's something fresh and unique about it. There was something unique and mysterious about the girl too. The way that she sometimes acted, the way that she sometimes sounded… she sometimes showed me her confidence that burned passionately, and her eyes were something that a child like her couldn't possibly have. They were more like mine. Mature, wise, and constantly scheming under that miserable self.
Doppia was a walking contradiction.
"Hey give me that!" One brat boldly steps up and pulls the girl's hair. A few dozen are pulled out.
"Eww!" Cried the boy shaking the pink hair off of his hand. "I have mold on my hands!"
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I had enough. Even if I may be a special being who was reborn into a different universe, even if these characters may all be nothing but a fake, I am still human and I carry a decent amount of conscience.
I walked up to them and grabbed on the girl's hand.
"H-hey creep! What ar—"
Without giving the brat further time to finish his sentence I sprinted dragging the poor girl with me. I dragged her out of the school, out into the streets, out of civilization, and into the green. The bright green woods.
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Of course, I had to sneak into it having the metal fence broken, but it was already broken when we got there.
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"Huff… huff… G-gah!" Yelped the girl. "W-who… EEP!"
She scrambles away as she finally found out who took her out of her torment.
"D-Diego!"
I smiled a bit. So… she remembered my name?
"Who are you again?"
The girl huffs as she pouts. Oh, I love tormenting little children like her. There's always that small satisfaction you get from subtly bullying them.
"Doppia!" She speaks. "Doppia! Remember my name, Diego Brando! I live across from you! You should know about me!"
That's… how my relationship with Doppia started. And… it ended… quite too soon.
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Well… that particular relationship with Doppia ended, but a new relationship blossomed in spring.
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It was not pretty at all… in fact...
"You little vermin!" My eyes widened in amusement as I saw the once shy meek girl holding a bully by the neck. Apparently, this bully decided that it would be a good idea to go into the woods alone to track down Doppia and continue his physical and verbal assault on her. Doppia ran away during class for she couldn't stand the bullying from her classmates and the little shitstain 'volunteered' to look for her and after he left, I followed him too with my useless homeroom teacher not knowing what to do with the chaos.
"You little stinking shitbag! I cannot believe I had to go through the humiliation and degradation that you gave me!"
This confirms my suspicions. Doppia has two different personalities.
"It seems that I would have to kill you for you witnessed something you shouldn't have witnessed. I shall proceed to kill you, but I will make sure you suffer a great deal for you have damaged this body of mine while I put Doppia in charge"
… My God… Doppia has serious symptoms of DID… and it seems the body's owner isn't even Doppia. It seems it belongs to that… woman now. But by the name of Shiva… I knew that having multiples of personalities doesn't affect them only mentally, but can also affect their physique as well as their way of speaking. But to see an elementary school child's body slowly growing a bit bulkier and her hair slowly growing longer with more black spots… It was like seeing a completely different person.
VWOOM
"SHUT UP YOU RASCAL!" Screamed the newcomer as she crushed the boy's windpipe with her hand. "I have erased your balls and one of your eyelids… how does that feel eh?"
…?! What?! I thought Doppia's quirk was… [Foresight]! Did she have something other than that quirk?!
"I call this quirk [Erase]" Sneered the woman. "I am capable of erasing anything with my two hands. Do you know what that means?"
I think I know and I think the brat kind of deserved it. An elementary kid my ass that kid was evil as fuck.
"There will be nothing of you that will remain. I shall erase all of your flesh and blood and your soul entirely from the face of the earth… and I shall make sure nobody knows what truly happened to you… Thousands of children disappear in the society of quirks, and especially in Italy. What's one more amongst them?"
Jeezes… In front of me, I saw the woman who was once Doppia, shred the boy into pieces and even erasing the blood splatters from the ground and from her own purple sweater. And before I knew it…
"Hey"
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I was out in the clearing as the woman was still there instead of Doppia. She stares at me with shock, then outrage, then pure utter determination to kill me to get rid of the remaining witness who saw her true self and who figured out her identity. But my next words stop her for a full second.
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"Marry me"
It wasn't pretty but it was beautiful as heck. I don't know how or when my thought process got fucked up, but it was for certain that my mind was messed up as I entered this new world. A new world of where quirks, heroes, villains existed. Perhaps it was because I was reborn as the son of the boss of a large mafia group, or perhaps it was because I had too much stress being with kids. My father, no matter how scary he was, was somebody who thought that mingling was important so he sent me to school, hoping that it would increase my social skills. I felt sorry for him when his face drooped in the skype channel when I told him that it wasn't working and the only friend I had was a girl named Doppia.
When I showed a picture of her face my new dad's facial expression turned sour as if he had eaten a raw lemon as he commented on how I could do better.
Living apart with dad wasn't such a bad idea… considering the things, he does behind my back. I still remember the days when dad, mom, and I were a big happy family, but that only took a downturn when my mom figured out what my dad was doing for a living. She immediately filed for a divorce and tried to take me away from dad, but I refused.
Mother was Japanese and she wanted to take me away with her to her home country. Problem is, I know what's about to happen in that small island.
Shit. Is. About. To. Go. Down. And I will not participate in that madhouse. I would prefer to stay away from trouble, which will likely collide with me the moment I enter that country. Bizarrely, I somehow know this from my guts that fate will come at me the moment I enter Japan and I did not wish for that to happen. All I wish is some peace and quiet that I wasn't able to require in my previous life.
So with that sole purpose, I stayed with dad while my mom cried and begged me to come with her. I refused and told her that I would follow her if she wasn't going to Japan.
She chose to return to run away from dad to her home rather than taking me and going someplace else. Not… that I can blame her for doing that of course. My dad lied to her and to me after all. Of course, I felt guilty for abandoning my own mom for my own selfish reasons, but I guess it is okay to be selfish once in a while.
Heck, I became a hero because I was selfish.
Speaking of being a hero, I was an unusual case. Being a hero was sort of a part-time job for me. My main job, however, was something nobody would even consider a hero would do. I was the boss of Italy's biggest mafia organization. My dad is still alive and kicking, but he had given his position to me the moment I proved to him that I was way stronger than him. After I inherited everything from him, I started to change Italy, my new home country, into something beautiful, unlike the ugly face it had. I became the emperor of an empire of shadows.
First, I changed the gang's name into Passione in order to embark a new start of the gang and in order to remind me what this world consisted of. My dad approved it although my mom didn't respond to my letters. Then I proceeded to increase my power and influence the minute I became the boss. Now, most of the streets of Italy belongs to me and my organization. The shops and people who live in those areas of where I rule pay their 'protection' fee along with a few others. Gambling/gaming centers, brothels, massage institutes, spa resorts, fitness centers, hotels, restaurants, karaoke rooms, the harbors, black markets, clothing shops, tourists guides, and a dozen of places were owned by me as the income came rolling in. Besides that, in order to improve our image to the public and in order to create the society I wanted, I had my men roam around the streets during day and night to help those in need. Sometimes, they would find a kid being bullied and help him or her by showing up at the bully's doorstep or even help a drunk man go home safely, or stop a rape from happening. Many didn't like what they were doing for it was completely different from what dad did things and they came right to my young face to threaten me. When that happened I usually tended to crush their pride by beating the shit out of them. Sometimes I killed them if it was necessary and I never enjoyed doing it. But, I knew when I had to make an example for the Passione.
Of course, my actions resulted in many branches of our organization to break up and turn their fangs against us, but now the numbers of the ones who opposed me, dropped tremendously as I went straight to their lair, which I knew from my informants, together with my right-hand woman. The traitors' manpower and force, dropped to non-existence.
Either than doing 'good' stuff in Italy, I made sure that drugs and human trafficking became strictly illegal in the organization. Of course, once in a while, a few people think that it's a wise idea to ignore the boss' words and do the forbidden stuff to earn a bit more money, but people like them, don't know about the hitman team that I have. The group of assassins was still on a roll of hunting those who went against my orders and they get paid very well.
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Besides my gang, I suppose I will have to go back and talk about Doppia and my past knowledge.
"H-how?!" Howled the pink/black haired woman as she clutched her head in pain. I was also in big pain, but the only difference was that I was the only one standing and she was the one who was wriggling on the ground.
"I-I ERASED YOUR HEART!" Screamed the woman. "HOW CAN YOU STILL BE ALIVE?!"
I bit my tongue to give me additional pain to not fade out in pain from the small hole in my body. Then I increased my blood to tightening the arms of the woman to secure her more tightly as she screamed in pain once again.
"Did you forget my ability…? You should've known what my quirk is… you have been observing me from Doppia's eyes, haven't you? If you know my quirk, the answer should come to you quick…"
"N-no! That's impossible! Cried the woman staring at me in shock. "Don't tell me you're currently—"
"That's right," I said as the woman didn't seem to continue her sentence due to the absolute shock of display she was seeing. "My quirk is [Blood Control]. Therefore, I can control my blood to circulate around my body even without my heart! Pain is nothing to me if I know that I'm going to die! I have enough resolved to withstand this pain! I shall not falter and you never thought of that! All you saw from your quirk [Foreshadow], was your right arm going completely through my chest and you became confident and cocky because of that. You expected me to drop like a fly the moment my heart was erased from this world, but that wasn't the case! Your future may always be permanent… but that doesn't mean I can't beat you!"
"Y-YOUUU!"
"Be quiet!" I snapped as my wound started to heal thanks to the quirk I inherited from my father. "I know what you are up to. After you have successfully killed me, you would've erased me, then you would've set the school on fire, or probably the whole village on fire and leave everybody's body to burn so that I would be 'missing' to my father. You plan on becoming invisible to the world, don't you?! I saw your eyes multiples of times through Doppia! I already suspected that Doppia had two personalities, and now as I fought you I realized who you truly are now! That means I have the upper hand. Now you will listen to me or you will face the extreme consequences of your existence. You have two choices…"
The woman gulped waiting for the worst to befall on her.
"Choice A: I go immediately to my father and tell who you really are. My father will then make sure you stay in jail or on the ocean floor for eternity. Choice B: You will become my subordinate and you shall respect me for being your 'boss'. You will become my right-hand-woman"
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"Choose woman! Or should I call you… Diavolo?"
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"That's right, I even figured out your true name. The name that you use to call yourself. The process of doing so was hard, but in the end, it was worth it"
"H-how did you know? How can you possibly know?!"
"I am the man who survived after having his heart erased from the world. And you ask me how I got your name?" I leaned close to her face and grabbed her face and made her stare into my eyes.
"It just works Diavolo. Remember that and accept that. There are things in this world that are beyond what a human can comprehend and there are things, secrets that must be never be spoken. I currently have the upper hand compared to you and I plan on keeping our power balance to be that way"
I smiled, half-wickedly and half-warmly at the beautiful mystery as I slowly caressed her soft flesh as she spat at me. I calmly let the blood and spit run down my cheek as I pressed my thumbs into her eyes.
"Now choose… will you let yourself be killed meaninglessly, or will you spend your days with me? Choose… … Ah. So that is what you choose. Ha… hahaha… Like it or not, you're now mine Diavolo… "
That is how I learned how this world was somehow combined with JJBA. I wondered if this world was the results from Emporio's endeavors and Pucci's(that SOB) death, but that mystery was something I will never find out.
Instead, I focused on living my new life trying to be content and happy as possible. I picked up many hobbies and settled on gardening as I grew a bunch of crops in my backyard. Another hobby I decided to have was to be a collector and this wasn't chosen by choice. It was just an urge I had when I was born. I started to collect beautiful things and keep them for myself.
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Diavolo was one of my collections and I adored her to no end. It was a sick twisted love I had for her, but it was love nonetheless. She was my greatest collection and my highest value. I truly loved and cared for Diavolo, but her love for me is unknown.
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I am going to stop the ramblings of my past life. What matters is that I have information about this world and that I was exploiting it. Up to now, I have never encountered anybody of the Joestar bloodline(yet), nor did I encounter anybody whose fate was entwined with the Joestars. Heck, I wasn't sure if the Joestars existed in this world or not in the first place and I didn't bother searching for them for I wanted to stay away from fate itself, but I braced myself every day to meet somebody. My newly given name is Diego Brando and it has been years since I forgot my original name. This was, unfortunately, no coincidence. I cannot escape the fate that has already entangled with the Joestars and all I could do was to postpone my encounter with the person who had a purple star on their neck.
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And it seems like that fate has caught up to me.
I stare outside the window of the plane. The small island is in view now. The small island called Japan is outside and I am soon going to step into the land of where I dreaded to come.
I came into this island by choice after hearing what had happened to my mother.
Apparently, she was killed by a villain who used her as a hostage. She just happened to be the unlucky example that showed that the villain wasn't kidding when he said he would do it. When he said that he would kill one of the hostages if the heroes took a step forward.
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MY MOTHER. DEAD, BECAUSE OF SOME SCUM. DEAD BECAUSE OF A COUPLE OF IDIOTIC HEROES. DEAD BECAUSE OF LUCK. BECAUSE OF ME.
WHAT KIND OF SON LEAVES THEIR MOTHER TO THOSE MONSTERS IN HUMAN SKIN? SHE IS DEAD BECAUSE OF ME AND I CAN NEVER HAVE HER BACK. DAMN MY DESTINY. FUCK FATE. SCREW THE ONCOMING STORM. HE WILL PAY AND I WILL BE THE ONE WHO DOES IT FOR SURE.
I silently clenched my teeth in anger and let my mind fall into self-hate. I was selfish enough to abandon my mother, but it seems like karma came back to bite me.
One day we had a friendly talk over the phone. The next day, she didn't pick up her phone.
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I should've stayed with her or did anything to make her stay with father and me…
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"B-boss?"
I blink my eyes to see the pink haired teenager holding my right hand in concern. I immediately dropped my angry gaze and put up a smile for Doppia. My cute little Doppia.
"Yes, Doppia?"
The girl blushed(against Diavolo's wishes) and spoke timidly.
"We're here boss. We need to get off"
I glanced around and sure enough, everybody was taking their belongings and nodded at my childhood friend.
We walked out in search of the bastard.
The dragon hero Ryukyu was wondering what had happened in the airport. Several reports came from all directions saying that there was a dangerous suspect calmly walking around in the airport.
According to some witnesses, the information had said that the man was reasonable for murder… and had a pink-haired hostage.
She quickly sped down into the airport trying to find the man and… well. The suspect wasn't even trying to hide. He was indeed, very calm in his tuxedo. The jacket he wore was pure black and his dress shirt was white as snow. But the tie and his vest were different from the simple jacket and dress-shirt as they were a scarlet paisley styled clothing. Everything the man wore seemed expensive and he seemed someone in high authority as the pink-haired 'hostage' closely followed him holding his suitcase. But his clothing wasn't what caught everyone's eye.
It was blood. A huge amount of blood that surrounded the man and pulsed as if it were alive. It continuous circulated the man's body as if it were a living slime from those RPG games she used to play as a child. The blood caressed the man and swirled around him, but it only stood within two and a half meters from him. He didn't seem like a threat to anybody, but his menacing aura told a different story. Ryuko had to confront him for the sake of others and that's what she did.
The blood parted so she could properly see the man face to face.
"Sir, I would need you to—"
Even before Ryuko finished her sentence, the pink-haired girl confidently stepped up and passed her small business card. Bone white, simple with Cillian Braille font made the professional hero unconsciously flinch. The card was… perfect. The texture of the card looked so smooth and creamy, and the text was not too large and not too small. Just… perfect. Gods… why was she getting jealous over a business card?!
She hesitantly took the card and stared at a single name printed on it.
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"D-D-D-Diego Brando?!" Screeched the hero in shock. In the world, 『All Might』 was probably the biggest sensation and the influence the man had among other countries were huge. There were also a few heroes throughout the history that had marked their glory days on people's memories and history textbooks and some of those heroes were still alive to this point spread out all across the globe. But there was one hero that was currently being a worldwide issue. He was less famous than 『All Might』, but still, it shook Ryukyu to actually see him in person, and in Japan too. Was he taking a vacation?
"T-T-『The World』!" Squeaked Ryukyu. She had heard stories about him, saw him in action from a live news show, and knew about his terrifying personality. He wasn't famous for being cold like 『Endeavor』. He was known for being brutal like a beast. He showed no mercy to villains, criminals, and outlaws and he made an example out of them and somehow found loopholes to avoid being prosecuted for excessive aggression.
There were also a few dozen villains that went missing during their fight with 『The World』, and Ryukyu couldn't stop but feel a bit… doubt the young man much. Such a young man at the age of nineteen and having such strength was terrifying and that was not taking the fact that he was the head of a mafia gang. That was the sole reason why there had been so many discussions that were held among many nations. Does the definition of a villain extend to mobsters and gang members? Were those people capable of being part-hero and part-mafia?
Ryukyu didn't think so. Although some people commented that it was a good thing to have such a powerful person being a hero rather than being an outright villain, Ryukyu, and the majority of people knew that corruption was bound to happen when a hero also worked as a mafia.
So why was he here? For what purpose was he here?
"I'm sorry about this uh… 『The World』" Said Ryukyu not familiar with such a name. Quite a bold hero name to be honest. It sounded as if this man wished to conquer the world itself. "I'm afraid but I am obliged to know why you are here? Did you come into this country for some hero business or… the other one?"
The pink-haired teenager next to 『The World』 fumed as she marched towards the humanized dragon. "Listen here you cun—"
"『Epitaph』!" Barked 『The World』 to the girl. Oh… so she was someone called 『Epitaph』. "I apologize for my subordinate's outrageous behavior. As for your question… You are asking me if I came into this country as a hero or as a mafia correct?"
Ryukyu reeled back by the bluntness of the man and was shocked only for a short while. But as soon as the shock came, it went and she gained her composure as a hero once more.
"Yes sir" She spoke respectfully. "I'm sorry if it's a sensitive subject, but I need to know"
"... I came here as a dead woman's son"
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What? H-he. Did he mean?
"What kind of son wouldn't attend their own mother's funeral?"
O-oh. His mother was a Japanese citizen or did she happen to stay in Japan before she died? What was going on? The man's eyes were sincere and the pro-hero detected no lies from his tone, but her gut feeling told her that this young boy, somebody six years younger than her was going to commit some serious shit. She should've trusted her gut and kept an eye on him.
"I'm sorry for your loss" Spoke Ryukyu and the man said his goodbyes formally and pleasantly as he walked away from Ryukyu, his blood still churning around him as the girl—named 『Epitaph』—quickly followed him as if a dog was following their owner.
And suddenly, Ryukyu felt ease as the last sight of red disappeared from her eyes.
Phew. That was somehow more exhausting than fighting with villains…
Ryukyu sighed and slowly moved towards her office, ready to make a very special report of what had happened. She couldn't really do anything to the man. The man already had the license of a hero that allowed him to act as one in Japan and he showed it to Ryukyu before he went on his way. There was no way that the license was a fake. Ryukyu made sure of that and right now, she was going to make sure once again.
She slowly picked up her phone to make a few calls while heading back to her office, to file a report.
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We found him on day two in Japan. I happened to meet nobody in importance except for a few hundred news reporters who went frenzy after learning that I came to Japan, and a few fans and haters. Haters were far easier to deal than fans. All you needed to say to their sneering hate-filled face was 'I memorized your face'. Their face turned white as they spluttered and ran away from me.
A few heroes actually came to meet with me to welcome, or half-welcome and half-threaten, or completely threaten me. 『Endeavor』 was the case of complete threatening as he warned me not to do anything fishy while I stay in Japan. I agreed. I wished to cause a minimal commotion, but that seemed impossible the moment I found the bastard's accomplice.
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For my mother, it seems like I have to march to U.A. Just wait there you fucktard.
Today is day ten in Japan and our prisoner, the murder who killed my beautiful mother lay on the wooden chair dead. He bit his tongue when Diavolo and I weren't looking and ended his misery and suffering.
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I hope he suffers in hell.
I attended the funeral on day two and hunted down my target on day three. And starting from day four, Diavolo and I tortured the man for six days straight. I was planning on keeping him alive for over three months, but… no use crying over spilled milk.
"『Queen Crimson』" I ordered staring at Diavolo with authority as she bowed her head in submission. "Get rid of the evidence, please. I no longer require this trash"
With a slight bow, Diavolo moved in motion as she started to erase the evidence.
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I must ask one of my informants for the schedule of the U.A. students… Apparently… the bastard's accomplice has joined the league of villains. That's what the… non-existing bastard told me and a dozen different sources said the same thing to me.
I don't know much of the universe of MHA, but I know the plotline. That is enough to hunt my last target.
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Hah… I really am truly entwined with the fate I have tried my best to avoid, haven't I? I slowly prepare for the next day as I step out of the warehouse as Doppia emerges out of the large metal doors.
I slowly walk as the wind scatters my blood only for a moment before it went straight back to me. Soon, the winds will be covered with blood and everything will fall down on me. Let it blow. Let the Vento Insanguinato brush against everyone's skin as I except my fate. I shall not run away from my fate for that is my atonement of hurting somebody who loved me more than anyone else.
Bring it on. Let's see how much you can bend me until I break apart.
←To Be Continued
One thing about Diego Brando. He has an extremely unstable mind and he usually acts irrational at most times. He is passionate, and seeks what he desires and acts impulsively. On a whim, he saves people and on days when his mood is sh!tty as f**k, he uses excessive violence against villains. But he still has the sense of justice in his heart and conscience that directs his path to a hero not a villain.
Diego Brando will be very likely a walking contradiction.