"Insect.."

Dio cursed under his breath, as his hand felt his now wounded face. Injured by your hamon,

"How dare you.. how dare you wound me.."

He seemed appalled at such. Allowing himself to turn into a vampire, promised immortality. He shouldn't suffer from such weakness? So why

"How dare you wound my face!"

The words came out like venom, heated that you landed even a hit. Enraged you could injure him..

Standing in his castle before you, outside by the balcony, staring down at you with golden brown eyes..