Dio grimaced.
His eyes red and stinging. Though the ping to wreck and throw the plush furniture in his room was overwhelming, he repressed it.
If he were to throw a tantrum now, all his efforts will come to nought! It's all because of him!
Of all people… Of all people, it was the fool Jonathan that bruised him! Jonathan of all people!
Dio grabbed the back of the chair, squeezing tightly. Crack! Scars formed where Dio touched.
Jonathan. Jonathan. Jonathan. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon.
From the corners of his eyes, a dog appeared into view. An ugly, disgusting slobbering canine.
Danny.
The grandfather clock struck 12.
A brown rope hanging from his hands.
The Joestar family's guardian angel stared down at him. Guardian angel, he humphed. If there guardian angel exist, why didn't the angel protect his mother? Prevented her from committing suicide? What's the use of a guardian angel? They're fake and fictional. After all, they let evil in and live a comfortable life comparable to that of a prince.
Dio smirked and raised his chin.
The angel has abandoned them.
Danny's dog house is in the garden.
Thinking about it, Danny starts with a D. His father, Dario, starts with a D as well... Other than sharing his rancid blood, he shared the same Ds. Worse, a measly dog is named after D too.
Danny's asleep. Front legs pawing the ground.
Dio untangled the thick strings.
Danny's ears perked up.
Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.
Dio remembered a wine crate in the shed. The maids have forgotten to dispose of it when the new shipment arrived. And it's the perfect fit for a dog of Danny's caliber too…
The flaxen haired teenager carried the crate with relative ease. He opened the furnace and tossed it. When the groundskeeper wake up for duty, it'll have to burn to death. At the moment, he'll still be in 'school'.
A vile grin slipped onto his face.
How about it Jonathan Joestar! An eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth! You reaped what you sow, Jonathan!
