FIRE OF ROME ﹙ ᴀᴘ ﹚

“Perhaps I, DIO am…” What a pretty petite doll has appeared before him. Just when he was thinking of dinner too. The gravity of fate strikes in his favor yet again. “Or perhaps I was just hoping someone would be drawn to me out of morbid curiosity. Someone strong and attractive, be they male or female who I could embrace in the darkness and drink from their veins as they give themselves body and soul to me…” 

Something invisible lightly caresses the beautiful emperor’s cheek. “How about you?”       

❛ does it truly give you that idea? perhaps you’re right perhaps you’re incorrect who truly knows for sure, but what I say is nothing but truth. ❜  eyes narrow towards the head tilt yet little is done for the time being. ❛ have you never heard the saying green eyes of envy? or the green-eyed monster? I mentioned it yes, how you take it is up to you, I don’t really care. hooh? going to brag about how many you’ve killed in life? go on then amuse me. ❜    

     “i hate to break it to you, but you have two big abnormal horns.”  furrowed brow. who was this person & why did her master send her here of all places. were they another servant? she’d assume both their masters were in alliance?

         “eh? .....spiders?... do you expect that to frighten me?” for one, this person is completely unknown to the servant & second of all, she killed insects for fun before humans became a possibility.   there was no intention of sticking around, the only reason  she happened to bump into this character was due to her master insisting on grabbing something late in the night. bad idea? probably. anything she couldn’t handle? probably not.

❛ I have far more color tone to my skin then yours porcelain doll emperor. your insults & prattling is what’s truly unfortunate here. ❜  eyes roll towards such clear ‘denial’ offered towards him.❛ you act as if i’m offering you anything I may possess. truly i can either call you bold or someone that’s completely ignorant towards any consequences that may come your way. ❜    

           a game of sorry? such a foreign thing but a challenge is a challenge. moving around colored chess pieces couldn’t be complex, no? nero entered concentration mode as eyes carefully watched ritsuka explain the rules. she’d beat them -- there was no doubt!!  if burning Christians and Rome was easy, then how hard could a game be!

❛ We may have similar color pallets but mine are far more tasteful. You’retoo pasty looking, a mimic of a sheet of paper with green eyes full of envy i’m sure. ❜    

❛ Who’s the Short-stack with poor taste in color pallets. ❜    

          “Who’s the Blondie with the terrible taste in armour?”

❝ The first and greatest punishment of the sinner is the conscience of sin. ❞