Boring. Mundane. Honestly just dull. Who’d have thought building an army would be so boring it made gentleman lessons seem fun? But one does not achieve the fun part of actual world domination without the boring parts first. Dio, however, is masterfully patient, after all he needs to be with the perfect world he envisions for himself. So he sits back and watches his undead army grow in numbers until the day he can fully step out, and become unstoppable.

He’s all but shed who he was entirely when he put that mask on, when he became the first Vampire Lord (that he was aware of) in an attempt to break free of the hands of poverty, humiliation, and time. There was one thing he couldn’t shake off though. During his time in the Joestar estate, he grew quite fond of the little maid in the corner. Shy, fumbling always as she worked to be perfect at serving, never could quite look him in the eye, it was adorable. Endearing even. The only woman he’s ever felt connected with before had been long gone when his ‘father’ as he laughably calls him, killed her. So this is a new challenge for him.

Right after the destruction of the estate and his plan underway, he took her to serve him. Implanting his own blood in her to rewrite her memories, her mind, and create the perfect undead maid. Even as an undead part of his world, you’re still just as adorable as ever in his eyes. And it’s no secret you’re the favorite. While others got less than desirable treatment, you never even got his voices raised. Many subjected to horrifying hybrid treatments, you left untouched. And the most obvious way you were favorited? Feeding time.

”I’ve a nice glass of fresh blood for you in my library by the fireplace. Wait for me there, my little rose.” A letter was most common for you to find after chores. While everyone else would have to fight and claw at villagers or anyone else unfortunate enough to come across them for even a bit of food, you were cared for with your taste. The freshest of kills, the purest of sanguine silk in one of his special wine glasses. It was obvious to anyone who the most precious creatures to him were. So here you are, wine glasses in hand standing in front of the fire with a single rose settled next your letter. Unaware that he’s come in to ensure you’re eating properly.