Tucked away in the darkness and unholy sanctity of his home in Cairo, Egypt, the hunched figure of DIO sits atop his bed, legs crossed with a book in his lap, and a clawed finger trails over a particular section of the chapter before he realizes with an audible snarl that he wasn't entirely focused on the passage. Teeth grit in finality, the beast shut the book with a huff, lazily tossing it to the floor as he instead turned his gaze to the cascading colors scattered across the sky by dying Sun dipping below the horizon.

No doubt, DIO would be free to roam the city, if he liked, but his dissatisfaction kept his maws from filling with saliva at the thought of blood flowing from the gratifying warmth of his prey to his perfectly-white teeth and smearing over his lips and chin. Kissing his teeth with a soft 'tsk', he pushed himself to his feet, lurking through the darkened halls, and he allowed his mind to wander until he reached the room of his most trusted, and perhaps most favourite, acolyte, greeting them with a toothy grin.

There you are~ I've been looking for you, pet.

He practically spits the word out as though it were a poisoned insult rather than some endearing nickname, but DIO knows they know better than to think their Lord would ever regard them with anything other than disdain.