A/N: I don't own Diabolo. By the way, this is going to start out with one of my own character's POV's. Also, this takes place before Rai went all evil.


Character P.O.V

'Why? Why'd he have to go? I don't understand at all,' I thoughts as I hugged my knees tightly against my chest while sitting in a cold, dark ally as rain fell from dark clouds. I was soaked from head to toe, my wet cloths were clinging to my freezing body as the wind began to grow.

I hugged my knees closer into my self in an attempt to stay worm, but it was a waist of time. After every thing that had happened I was all but num, the only thing keeping me trapped to this dreadful place being my weak human form and the feelings of remorse.

After a while I started to feel the tears forming in my eyes; I didn't try to stop myself. I cried. "I wish that he was still here with me,"

"I can grant that wish," I looked up to see a girl, about the same age as me, standing over me. She tall and thin with shoulder length Black hair. Some thing in the back of my head told me not to listen to her, that there was some thing, I don't know, off about her? There was some thing just not right; I shivered and could feel the goose-bumps forming, and it wasn't just because it was cold.

But even with that strange nagging feeling I still nodded my head. I listened to my heart as it begged, no, commanded me to listen.

And then she grinned. She held out her hand as an offering, and I foolishly took it. "Can you really grant my wish?"

"Yes, but you'll need to help,"

"What do I have to do?" I asked with out thinking.

"All I need you to do is," I listened intently to her next words, my heart beating wildly with in my chest. I felt dizzy and sick; some thing was wrong, terribly wrong.

"Sacrifice as many people as you can, and the more people you kill the longer he'll get to live when he comes back,"


A/N: Um, I'm not sure how good this is or if I should continue, so I'll just leave it here and wait. If any one wants me to continue then I will.