Before Jonathan, before his father, Dio had you. His devoted lover. You were always there for him, always attempting to help him even when you couldn’t do much with your middle class status. He promised a better life for you and him, and he was determined. You never saw the evil in him like others did. You saw your beloved, the caring and sweet Dio you love, and perhaps, forever will love.

And now, after Jojo and you assuming he was dead, he came back for you. With two goals, for you to be one with him, as a vampire and his wife.

“My love..” He was on one knee, kissing your knuckles tenderly, something that would have made Speedwagon pass out. His other hand held the mask, his now red eyes boring into yours as you sat in his make shift throne, made by his vampire servants, in the abandoned castle he seemed refuge in to prepare for his next battle with Jonathan.

“Put on the mask, and you shall be like I. We will never worry of death,” He smirked devilishly, leaning up closer towards you, his fangs glinting in the moon light. “It will only be us, you and I to take over and rule the world.” He chuckled, yet soon came vulnerability, the one thing only you could see.

He understood you hesitation, as he placed his head against your chest, listening to your heartbeat. You were more sentient than him, you would take it much harder to watch your family and friends pass, while you kept living. Rather, he didn’t care for that. “No one will ever tell us where we belong, what we can and can’t do..” He muttered, his gaze hardened as he raised the Stone mask to you,

“Say you love me, join me as the creature of the night for all of eternity.” He said, a hint of desperation in his tone.