Why have I survived? Why am I here? Where the thoughts going trough Dio's head as he struggled trough the mountains, the Grand stream whistling above him. You are gone, my dear Luciola, and there is no one alive to take revenge on. You were the only person ever to care for me… And… You're gone.
A piece of debris hit his head from behind, not causing him damage enough to die, faint or even get dizzy, but enough to give him a headache that would have made Maestro Delphine scream in agony.
But he wouldn't. Luciola was dead. He had no right to complain about a mere headache.
What was a man, without purpose. Someone to live for. Something to keep him going.
Then he remembered. There were still people left. If it wasn't for these people, The Guild would have gotten control over Exile, and he could quietly take his place as Maestro, and… Luciola would be alive.
Yes. He would keep on fighting. Until he had his revenge.
A few weeks later, the corpse of Lavi was found by Clause. Her throat cut open.
You will suffer, Clause. You will suffer, and lose everyone precious to you.
Then I will kill you. And kill myself afterwards. My revenge will be complete.
Author's notes:
Why did I make this? One simple reason. I hate Clause and Dio is awesome.
This is my first fanfic ever, so don't judge me to harshly. And admit that my English is good for a teenager not having it as his native language, huh? Huh? Huh? *Gets uncomfortably close*
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Anyway. I will probably be writing a W.I.T.C.H fanfic soon, not cuz im a big fan, I just feel I can make it a lot better than the writers do. So… Are you in on that one?