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The Disappearance at St. Toivo; Pt. 2

Part 1 is right here!

Apologies for the very late update!

Note: For clarification, when I say 'football', I'm talking about soccer. Soccer is called football in Europe whereas in America, we say soccer.

And I'll try to keep every update or so under 2- 2.500k words or less; I personally don't feel like writing in huge blocks.

Wordcount: 1.6k

A few agonizing minutes before he replied.

Sorry, was taking care of something. :Diavolo

And how cute!💕 :Diavolo

Text me the interesting parts! :Diavolo

Once again, the green icon went gray and you sighed heavily with relief. You put the phone to your side after turning it off. You turned towards Lucifer.

"It worked. Atleast, I think it did. It seemed like he bought it."

"I hope so. And now for clarification; all four of us here now know that the diary can tell the future in all honesty. We don't know exactly how it does this or who wrote it-"

"-Amelia Piotrowska."

"..Whatever. And now we should already be aware of the risks of having this, thing."

"It ain't a 'thing', it's a diary."

"Shut up, Mammon."

He was right; being able to know the future was a risk and benefit combined. On one hand, you might be able to prevent the future; contrarily, you know about whatever future is coming. Just knowing is a huge gamble in itself. Had you not shared the diary with the brothers present, paranoia about future events might've killed you. That point aside, curiosity burned inside of you to keep reading it; and you aleady knew Lucifer's next words.

"I'm keeping the diary." You announced abruptly.

A jolt of surprise from everyone.

"What?! Why would ya keep an old musty thing like that!? That thing's dangerous!"

"I concur." Satan voiced. "It's better to burn it than just putting it back where you got it."

"See? We're all in agreement that you should throw it out or leave it in a ditch somewhere."

You were gripping it now. "And what if someone else finds it? Then what?"

"T-then ya just burn it...like Satan said.."

"Fine; I'll burn it by the end of the day. Let's go to my place. The lights don't seem to be coming back anytime soon."

Everyone nodded in unison while Asmo quickly cleaned himself up with what lighting poured from the windows. After that was said and done, you all pooled into your car, and drove off.

Evening...

You sat cross - legged on your bed. On one end lied you, your mountain of fluffy pillows that you acquired over the years curtesy of Belphegor, and the dreaded diary. It stared back at you, still and unmoving as it silently commanded you to flip the pages. You could almost feel the haunting aura from it, hearing it's snide laughter and taunts. The brothers believed you had burned it; once the lights came back on in their home and you dropped them off, you drove to the store. Who knew that a simple, black notebook through a "bad quality video" was all it took to the get the ball rolling. They believed you burned it; and now you have to continue to live that lie. Where can you put it? It's too torn to fit into a bookshelf but it might pass as an outdated sketchbook. Even that would be hard to convince, given that's it's smaller than the medium sized sketchbooks and bigger than the small ones.

One option was to put it in your car. Car robbery was a potential outcome but so is a house robbery if you left it here. Besides, Mammon's notorious for breaking into your home uninvited if he personally feels bored enough. You don't want to imagine what he'll say if he finds it accidentally while you're not home.

The only 'right' option in this case is to take it with you. Your bag can conceal it well and your company has a strict 'no- touch' policy; one that forbides other people from touching belongings that aren't theirs. You should know; you've seen either Barbatos or Diavolo enforce the punishments when the policy's broken.

You were bouncing your knee at this point, still staring at it. Temptations have grown as well as your raging desire and curiosity to read some more pages. When was the last time you took a breathe? When was the last time you blinked? You couldn't recall and you didn't bother trying to.

"..Fuck it. Now or never, MC." You mumbled to yourself before swiftly picking it up.

You smiled to yourself as you flipped it open, reading as much as you could for no particular reason. Line after line, page after page, you absorbed it all. Minutes bleeded into hours as they rapidly came and went. Your eye lids felt heavier and heavier the more pages you turned and unbeknownst to you, you yawned.

It'll just be a quick nap, you told yourself. I'll wake up in a few minutes.

That obviously didn't happen.

Morning...

Luckily no one decided to stay over at your house, because if they did, they would've seen your face drooling over part of a page and your hand. You bolted upwards, remembering about work only to see that you were far beyond late. Lucifer isn't going to be happy with you, though Diavolo would be very lenient.

You didn't bother getting dressed as you self- proclaimed it to be a 'sick day'. Your usual routine was acted out, and when done, you settled onto the kitchen table, slowly drinking from your mug.

You mulled over some of the diaries entries, disturbed by some of their contents. The images you drew of those scenes slowly came into view, growing sharper the more you concentrated.

A car accident, two muggings, a dead body and.....football teams? What could these mean? You didn't intend to be picky, but the ones that seemed useless were the desvriptive entries. The important, life-threatening, some-could-die-in-this-scenario-right-now reports were the most vague. The only thing you got from those was that in the car accident and found dead body scenes, both of the victims were male. No physical descriptions, and the timing was never stated.

Then again, why would it? The first two you read were within a few minutes of each other. It'll be unfair by nature and perhaps fate itself if all of the incidents occured in under an hour at once. Would you be able to witness them? Doubt it.

Your phone started ringing, playing the catchy tune you assigned to it. You let it play a bit, relaxing to the music before remembering it was a call. Sighing, you out down the warm mug and picked up the phone.

"Hello? Who is this?" You called.

"It's me, your boss! I know you didn't come in today, possibly because you're sick but that's not why I'm calling. I want to know what's in the diary's content that you found the other day."

You have got to be fucking kidding right now. You faked the best stuffy voice you could.

"Ah, sorry Dia, my voice sounds so weird to be telling stories right now."

"Not a problem! I'm outside your house right now to help you- "

"Wait what?"

" -I'm joking! Besides, you faked sickness after I made my request, not before. It's not good to lie, MC."

Goddammit Diavolo, you thought. What type of witch or warlock powers do you have?

"Ah, well, it's just some child drama and stupid shit kids do. Ya know, the usual."

" ...You're hiding something, MC. I can sense it."

'Witch' was your immediate thought after that.

"I'm not hiding anything. It was rather boring, actually."

Silence. He clearly and obviously didn't buy it.

"Okay okay, fine, but if I tell you, you won't believe me. It sounds...outlandish."

"Oh? How so?"

Curiosity was laced into those words. You hesitated, causing Diavolo to call you name. You felt like a child telling their parents about an imaginary friend rather than a predicting diary.

"It...uh..it can tell the future. I know it sounds crazy and insane, but it can. I swear it's true and I can tell you something to try to prove it."

"Hahaha, sure! Tell me anything that didn't already happen then, if you have so much faith in it."

His reaction was expected but that didn't stop you from pouting slightly. You told him to hang on, and after getting to where you wanted to be, you paraphrased from the diary.

"Okay, um, this week is finishing the team qualifiers for the upcoming World Cup Championship in Moscow, right? Here are the five teams that'll make the cut before the final rounds:

Ruch Chorzów,

Wisła Kraków,

Legia Warsaw,

Górnik Zabrze,

and Lech Poznań. Tonight, at 5:30 P.M., they'll announce it. Okay? Remember, 5:30 P.M.!"

"Alright, alright, I'll look out for it then. You have my word, MC. Hope your rest day will go well; it would be a shame if you had any plans."

Wait, was he going to assign you work? Before you could ask, the call ended.

...Plans..? Now that Diavolo mentioned it, you have something to do tomorrow, but not today. Yesterday, you, Levi, and Asmo made plans to go to a theater to watch a play. Levi brought it up, surprisingly, considering this is actual people performing and not 2D people. The play was Ivonna, Princess of Burgundia and Levi saw that it had great reviews since it was a comedy. Asmo agreed to go in hopes of getting a date with a "cute worker" or something along those lines.

Plans aside, Diavolo was a huge football fan, so there's almost no reason he wouldn't check the sports channel.

Your afternoon proceeded as normal, but every so often you would look out the window, check your phone, or random rooms in your house. You got spooked a bit when you a heard a while passing your oval mirror only to see that it was just random teenagers outside. That same mirror startled you again when you thought you saw the bust of a young man; it was just your winter coat.

Time seemed to crawl slowly, and as you waited for the anticipated sport announcement, you took a quick catnap. The catnap turned into a few-hour nap, causing you to miss both the announcement and text messages from Diavolo.

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