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hnrkll:

       dio, after leaving that town, did not once think about it’s inhabits. his mind never wandered and knocked upon the door of the devil’s home. he never spared a thought about the people he had once knew. he had abandoned the walls of his home and the graveyard where his mother slept. no goodness came from those horrid memories that still latched on tightly, claws digging into his skin. just tears, frightful nightmares, and the empty feeling within his chest that he could not fill. perhaps there once had been something nice. he could vaguely remember a warm feeling in his chest when he thought about it, but every time he would attempt to reach out and grab it, it would to turn to smoke.

        he focused so passionately about the future, about his wealth and his gain, he had never took a second to look back again. his studies occupied him along with several ‘friends’ that he dragged along for entertainment. through to this point, where he stood in the streets of captured town, he did not care to look back. 

        yet, it seemed his past continued to trail behind him. the more he ignored it the stronger the presence, leaving him to face memories that he was not strong enough to fight. he was not strong enough, he was never strong enough to face dario. in life and in death. it haunted him... he haunted him.

        sombre thoughts were interrupted when he had felt the presence of another. not some feeble human nor one of the zombies he had created and let loose. no, there was a different aura. dio slowly raised his heavy gaze from the table, red eyes examining the darkness that consumed the bar. he had forgotten he had been in here, he had forgotten why he came. all he knew is that his wits were not about him, lost somewhere in the fog of his memory.

          “do i know you from somewhere?” his voice, proud ( and slurred ) echoed through the room. his current memory may have been hazy, but he could still remember some things from the far off past. “you seem... incredibly familiar.”

jealousyridden:

       curiosity killed the cat, but it seemed the child was not aware of this. those who pried in business that were not part of their affairs were usually met with sharp words or a sharper dagger. yet, his features did not twist with annoyance nor did his lips grimace with disgust-- the absolute disrespect the girl was showing to him, her elder, her superior. instead he merely shrugged a neutral look ‘pon his sculpted features.

         “the world is deceiving my dear, you shouldn’t place your heart so wilfully on your sleeve when you have barely had the chance to mature into your fate--” a warning, or perhaps, a threat. he knew fate, he knew the tar-like hands that clasped onto you. it held tightly with such force that it would squeeze the life and hope out of your soul. he did not speak of things he did not know. 

          “your fathers stand?” interesting that she was not at least informed of this most basic knowledge. then again, she did not naturally adopt a stand herself from what he had gathered. “it was called cream, essentially a portal to the void. an impressive stand.”