Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shadowed Suspicion Omake 9

[madimpossibledreamer]

Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The Boss's bad day never ends.
Word Count: 436
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS

        Diavolo hasn’t thought about Doppio in a long while. To be fair, he hasn’t really had the time, while dying over and over, too preoccupied with the next threat on the horizon than actually thinking about his condition, or what came before. Thinking about it now, perhaps it was meant as some sort of mocking punishment, to spend so long looking for the next betrayal only to have to endure that for eternity.
        He sneers. Having a Stand like Gold Experience Requiem certainly helps, but that Giorno brat is awfully naïve if he thinks he can trust anyone, in a position like his. He’d previously killed another Stand User to gain his own position. A mob practically runs on ambition and greed. He’ll learn the price of his arrogance sooner or later—as, it seemed, had Diavolo, because it appears he hadn’t quite been careful enough.
        “Can we kill him yet?” the bat’s voice is flat and unimpressed. If Doppio were here, he would have no trouble with a game of ball. Would probably be enjoying it, in fact, wholly unaware of any danger to his person, but Diavolo is not Doppio and hadn’t had time for such trivialities. He is made for ambushes, for plotting in the dark, not this mundane existence far too exposed for his taste.
        He is also, he’s fairly certain, still recovering from having been devoured by a lion. It’s irony that had brought him back to the Colosseum, it feels like, only it hadn’t been ruined but instead was shiny and new, full of jeering thousands all watching as Diavolo tried and failed to defend himself. He doesn’t mention this, however. It’d be humiliating, and probably would do nothing to change the minds of the things clearly eyeing him with the same hungry eyes as that lion.
        He also does not waste his breath protesting the inevitable. Death is his fate. Despite Giovanna’s best efforts, he still has some pride. He will die either way, so there’s no point in groveling like a coward.
        “What, you’re not enjoying watching him run around? Does it not remind you of the glory of watching the bloodshed of the battlefield?” The man, the apparent leader, reminds Diavolo a little of Cioccolata, if one who was a little better at concealing the truth evil within.
        “No!” the wasp yells, exasperated, fluttering behind him uselessly with crippled wings.
        “Oh well.” The man—if it is a man—shrugs and nods to another, and then the pain begins.
        Apparently these beings are fond of torture. And here Diavolo was hoping for a quick death, this time.