Chapter Thirty One.

The worlds still stung, it was an unfamiliar pain. One which he had never known before, not in this life or his past. 'We found them,' Suzarin had said to him upon arriving at the Police Station. 'I'm sorry Dio, but after all these years we found your parents. Or, at least, your father. I am truly sorry lad, but from what we and the British authorities could indicate…'
The pause had been apt. It had given Dio time to process the information. 'We found the grave of Dario Brando, the man you named father.'
In the moment that had followed an old flame withered and died.

'Was he alive all this time, was I alive!'
The cry started crows and people alike, sending several of both into flight. 'Kakyoin was alive, so why not you Dario, you thrice-damned bastard? Had I already killed you in this reality, no, the Inspector gave no date of death, perhaps this world is truly mad? No, I must investigate this matter myself.'
Stretching his hands, Dio felt a pull on his senses. It was steadily growing from a nagging to a clamour. 'My children,' he said, calling forth an army from the shadows. Manoursed and club-footed in gait, his zombies came out from the woodworks of the main street, from capillary arteries to valve-like main roads, they slowly rounded Dio's found together. 'Feed me!'

Fulcrum, Pro Hero and gardener extraordinaire, noticed an odd shifting in the crowd. It was midday and the sun shone down upon him in beaming jubilation. But the crowd, slowly, as if guided by an unseen hand, he noticed it changing. Some, those that walked around most people, seemed to struggle with each step they took, looking to be close to death.
When his suspicions of something being awry were confirmed, it came too late

'Blood,' roared the masked-man, one who he knew to be named as Worldbreaker, a villain. Fulcrum interposed himself between Worldbreaker and the fleeing civilians, taking up an en garde pose with his thorn-sword.
'How pretty,' Worldbreaker said. 'Might I give it a try.'
Before Fulcrum could even react, his thorn-sword had been taken from him, leaving his defenseless. He felt a sharp pain for just a second, then, suddenly, nothing.

As the Quirk-user died, so too did his Quirk. The thorne-sword decayed and died, turning to ash in the blink of an eye. 'My children,' Dio said darkly. 'Drink freely, but remember, feed me!'

When Dio Brando returned to the U.A. dorms it was not to the clamour of his supposed peers, but to the sound of sirens blaring from the television.
With a dark smile suppressed he slid past his fellows and into seclusion.

When morning next came, the first person Aizawa came across was Dio. 'Eh, Dio, what are you doing up so early, and in the staff room?'
'Sir, they found my father…' The opening words put Aizawa on the back-foot of any discussion to come, giving Dio the power he needed to push through his agenda. 'In Britain, sir, I need to confirm this. I need to have some forms signed before I can get ready.'
'I-I will have to talk with the Headmaster about this, but I'll see what I can do,' Aizawa said. 'But one thing first, how did you fly?'
'O-oh, I didn't fly, I hovered sir.'

Soon Dio will return to his homeland. But what could ever happen on his trip to ol' Blighty? We will just have to wait and see my friends, sorry for short chapters by the way. Also I have long-planned stuff I want to do with this and let's just say that Dio's about to crack a wee-bit, nt that he had already gone off the deep end before.