Mad Father: Nurse AyaDio felt the liquids pour from his eye although his free hand kept a strong hold on it. He couldn't help having his wound seep through the cracks in his hand, but it was his fault he approached the madman's daughter - his intent on gaining her trust- by the wishes of her mother.
Was that why he was alive? Just to help a little girl? He couldn't tell the future, but he knew the Doctor would not be lasting long anytime soon. The lighter in his pocket grew heavier, like lead, each time he approached that one fateful room where it all began:
He was a corpse, as always, but he couldn't move. It was impossible for him to have a conscience either, but he could remember it as easily as his own nick-name given by the other walking corpses who shared his fate. The girl whisked away something in her palms, but he couldn't tell with his one eye. She stopped, her pale face turned and her blue eyes shone with fear.
She ran off and he didn't see her until an hour later she returned with a bundle of b
A Sacrifice (Dio x Aya: Mad Father)Aya sighed heavily, taking the stained gloves off of her hands and placing them into a sink filled with clear water that turned a deep red colour as soon as the gloves came into contact with it. Shifting her gaze from the desk at the side of the room, Maria watched as the short-haired woman walked towards the east-side of the house.A Sacrifice (Dio x Aya: Mad Father)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Are you going to retire, mistress?" She asked, standing up from her desk; knocking over a few papers. Aya nodded slowly and smiled widely at her adoptive mother.
"Ma, my name is Aya not mistress." The dark-haired woman stated, using the nickname she had given the former maid for the past nine years. She could never call Maria 'mother' as it felt out of place however she also knew that when she escaped from the mansion and decided to live with her father's assistant, who became her guardian and eventually her adoptive mother, that saying her name would be disrespectful. Aya opened the door to the hall and looked back at the older woman who bowed her head in
Mad Father: Fanfic“Wow… so, mysterious,” the young girl giggled to another as a young man passed by hastily. He wore a hood; it shaded the top half of his face. ‘I don’t need all this… attention,’ he thought. The young man’s name was Dio, he was on an important mission from well… heaven. He wore a simple shirt and rugged pants. Dio clutched several papers in his tight fist.Mad Father: Fanfic3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The small town used to be peaceful. Until a chain of disappearances caused the town to exchange peace and solitude for havoc. Most citizens in this secluded town barricaded their doors at night, in fear the same fate will fall upon them as did the abductees.
Dio pulled his hood off and looked at the woman at the Inn’s front desk. She held the feather and quill loosely as she stared dreamily at him, “How may I help you, sir?” He looked back at her through his carelessly placed golden bangs, “One room, please?” He muttered it just audible for the wom
Burning God Dio watched the little dark haired girl leave as the world around him burned. He had grown attached to her as the night progressed; she was so brave, so smart, so beautiful. He could see why her mother was so desperate to protect her, if Aya were turned into a doll that proud spirit she had would be destroyed. Dio didn’t want that. So he protected the younger girl, just like her mother asked. He hadn’t expected to grow fond of her though.Burning God3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He wasn’t a fool, he knew it was impossible. Dio was dead, a corpse given life and sustained by the power of a curse cast by a scorned woman; once the night was over and the mansion burned to the ground he would be gone. Even still, he couldn’t help his thoughts. He still asked himself that awful question. What if? What if things were different? Would he have stood a chance then?
Dio was burning; he didn’t much care, he was already dead; it hurt, but only a little, his thoughts hurt far more. A small,
Mad Father Fanfic. (Aya x Dio) -Part 5- The EndingMad Father Fanfic. (Aya x Dio) -Part 5- The Ending3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I had to move on... I headed to the cafeteria. There was a boy there. He kept saying he was hungry. He looked really weak. (Maybe I can cook something for him)
I cut some meat and fried it and there you have it! A nice piece of fried ham. I took the plate to him.
"Do you want this?"
"Ah, smells like my favorite fried ham! Mm.. so good!" He said while eating with a big smile on his face.
"Not quite to mom's standards, but it was pretty tasty! I ain't had a bite to eat since I was locked up here. I was starvin'."
"Maria always brought food down to the basement.. Didn't you have that?"
"Everyone else was getting food, but me.. I was always unwanted... No use and just pissed people off, so I was abandoned."
I felt bad for him.. I looked down.
"Have this., He said handing me a napkin. His face caught a bright red blush.
As thanks for giving me good food"
I took the napkin and he disappeared..
I went to the T corridor and met Mr. Ogre there.
Mad Father: A Father's LoveAlfred sometimes wondered if his daughter would understand.Mad Father: A Father's Love3 years ago in Drama More Like This
She would follow in his footsteps someday with the way her fingers itched to feel insides of an animal. He saw it and it became a fear for him to never recover from. His wife wouldn’t understand she bore his ill-bred blood - she only saw the innocence in the blue eyes of a little girl.
He worked on his own experiments, but she was once a surgeon as a younger man. He worked at a local hospital in Germany and Monika was a fellow visitor who checked upon her sister. Ironically, he was in charge of the operation and the woman pleaded to Alfred to save her. It was hard for him to turn away from her features, but it was his job to work on people.
It was the only thing he knew.
Now, he believed he had one chance to redeem himself. He was probably going to suffer in the inferno, but he would gladly do it for the sake of his daughter. If only she would understand. It was her loyalty to him which kept him trying and experimenting