Echoes of Crimson: The River’s Curse is Lifted
Diavolo, had once again taken on his role as an antagonist in Giovanna’s life, and once more he was defeated and fell into the Tibet river after experiencing the power of Gold Experience Requiem. From there, Diavolo keeps living different scenarios in which someone or something violently kills him.
This fate is particularly interesting because of its imaginative cruelty and was only slightly altered after his appearance in the land of Skyrie. He was able to live his life once more but had again taken to being a mafia boss and do atrocities. This time he tried to minimize his crimes but that wasn’t enough. He was dealt the same fate as when he died in the river Tibet.
The boundary between the world of the living and the world of the dead is often represented with a river across multiple cultures. It was no different here.
Diavolo literally and metaphorically doesnβt cross the river and instead lingers on the same side from which he came. Diavolo has been barred from the afterlife as his punishment once more.
Thus, Diavolo is still there somewhere in the world of the living. He continuously experiences death, but is forever unable to βget to the other sideβ.
Diavolo finds himself reliving is continued torment. He is currently experiencing one of his “death loops.” He is aware of his fate, carrying the heavy burden of countless violent ends. He is jaded, cynical, and desperate to understand, if not escape, his torment. He instinctively tries to control his surroundings, even though he knows it’s futile. He might try to bargain, plead, or simply rage against his impending doom.
The River is a force, an embodiment of Diavolo’s punishment. It manifests in subtle ways: a sudden downpour, a glint of stagnant water in the gutter, a recurring symbol that foreshadows each death. The River also speaks, not audibly, but through the circumstances surrounding Diavolo’s demise. It might offer glimpses of understanding, perhaps even taunts, but ultimately, it remains an indifferent and inexorable force.
Diavolo coughs, sputtering out rainwater. He scrambles to his feet, his designer suit soaked and clinging to his emaciated frame. He recognizes the alleyβ¦ the stenchβ¦ the spray-painted graffiti of a snarling jaguar. He’s been here before. Many times.
“Not again,” he rasps, his voice hoarse. “Thisβ¦ this has to stop.”
He tries to remember the sequence of events that led to his last death in this alley. And remembers a face, a Joestar, Giorno Giovanna.
He glances around, his eyes darting nervously. A flickering neon sign casts long, distorted shadows that dance across the grimy brick walls. The sound of Italo disco music spills from a nearby bar, a jarring contrast to the dread gnawing at his insides. Did he imagine this or was it part of his curse?
He tries to recall the details of why he was at this city and why he’s repeating it. But it felt like a dream, his memory so unreliable it’s almost useless.
But he doesn’t know what his fate is.
He notices something different this time: a single, crimson rose lying in the puddle at his feet. Its petals are bruised and waterlogged, but its color is a familiar, beautiful crimson shade.
Diavolo kneels, reaches out.
Diavolo feels that compassion has touched him, not necessarily forgiveness but the cycle of death stops and a boat reaches him, inside a woman, she reaches out to him. “Do you know what this means?” Lady Liliosa Leilani known in this area as Hellgirl, asks him without a hint of emotion in her face.
Diavolo pleads with her, I believe I do. Please, let me out of here.
Lady Liliosa Leilani (Hellgirl): It’s not up to me. You are being given a third chance by the new goddess that has ascended, you will move forward but your path leads you deeper into the netherworld. Do you accept this fate? Gehenna’s gates are calling to you.
Diavolo is both saddened and relieved. The rose comforts his feelings of sadness. He didn’t believe he would get another chance, even if it wasn’t living, he could still end the nightmare of reliving his death over and over. His path might take him somewhere worse but he would endure it
if it meant nor constantly reliving his death again.
He stares at the rose, he’s thankful. @hellgirl-aienma @sweetsugardemon
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