Mad Father: DioBack then, he didn’t have a name. He couldn’t even remember his own name! When he was alive - before he could only see through one eye - old memories escaped him. The strange man found ways to cloud his dirtied past. A dirty life he lived, but he would redeem himself.More Like This
He felt his own parents took the form of the kind man; brooding dark eyes behind glasses. The woman, his mother, was the man’s assistant with the eerie, green eyes. True, he ran once, but he had forgotten how when that fateful winter came.
All of the other victims were housed here and nameless. They were just them. A boy was just a boy. A girl was just a girl. Some adapted to German and others used gestures to communicate.
What intrigued the youthful boy, what this one-eyed child came to be known as, was the Greek man always muttering about multiple gods. A culture of the Olympians, he would tell the boy. The storyteller told him many myths, but the main character he related to was Hephaestus. A god who
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,