vessel • of • DIO

{ † } As the blood colored nectar arrived, trailing itself from his lips to his throat, Sleeping limbs and weakened powers started to wake as the red eyes of Giorno finally opened, an eerie, almost sleepy smirk deforming the pale features. It worked. The bud he secretly implanted in the vampire’s head worked perfectly, bringing the other to him like a good, well trained hellhound —his hellhound, the bringer of destruction in the name of the new god.

      « What a good boy you are, Joseph… A very good one. »

      The sound of shackles followed for a second —before Gold Experience decided it was for the best to make them quickly rust, easy to break with a firm move of each limb.Suavely, the delicate hand of the God reached the hound, caressing those sculpted traits delicately.

[GOOD HE’S ASLEEP.] Ahh.. Shit. I was worried for a second.