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There was a time when Daddy was smiling
As he created me into his world of art
The strokes along made along the canvas
Slowly took an image
An image of a young girl
Who smiled at him
Golden hair that shimmer brightly
With a green dress with a lil blue ruffle
But at the end
Daddy was at the other side
Slowly perishing in reality
Breaths escaping his body
I placed my hand
Upon the other side of the canvas
Wanting to yell out to him
"Don't leave me, Daddy!"
As tears run down her cheeks
And her hands were against the invisible wall
The darkness hovers over the canvas
She wanted to hold his hand
Smile with him
And live with everyone
But with the mysterious world she's in
She cannot do a simple thing
Day after day
She would sit by her frame
Drawing things on paper
With crayons and some leftover paint
"I wish someone would come.."
She silently repeats to herself
"I want friends.. a family.."
She continues to scribble pictures
Of her and her father
With smiles and flow
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.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
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.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,