Your blog is a blessing, jfc ♥ I'd like to request a songfic with Dio and his S/O based on Lorde's "Everybody Wants to Rule the World", you decide the genre and if it's SFW or not. I really think this song suits him, thank you in advance ♥
hi anon! i don’t think this is what you had in mind but it’s what i thought of when listening to the song (which is an all time fave tbh)
if you want a different route hmu but either way i hope you can enjoy this, god knows i did -mod cassie
As the word of Dio, the cruel and other-worldly leader of Vampires, rang through the world that the almighty being was dead, killed by the hands of some Jotaro Kujo, you were in disbelief. From the very second it reached you, the minion delivering the news watching your reaction, you thought it was preposterous. You stared at him.
No matter how powerful Jotaro Kujo may be, it was impossible. Lord Dio, the god he was, had been killed. How stupid.
However, in the pit of your chest, you felt it. Vacancy.
You were unsure how to take in whatever feeling this was, not knowing the feeling of loss, untrained on how to deal with it. Though you shook your head in defiance, swearing that Dio would return as strong as ever, somehow you knew.
The minion left without a word when you’d told him in your bitterness to get out of your sight. While knowing he himself had nothing to do with Dio’s fall, you couldn’t bear to see him taking in the sight of you, Dio’s wife, the queen, unsure of what to do next.
From the throne room you pivoted and turned your back on the lower class vampire, who was still scrambling down the hall away from you. In hindsight, turning your back on even the weakest of vampires was a foolish move given your sudden and abrupt lack of protection. With Dio dead, you no longer had the immunity to treat the minions as they should, under you.
Your footsteps echoed off the stone walls as you moved, making clear way to the bedroom you and Dio had shared just nights before. Mind racing, you pushed the doors open with such a force as though you were anxious, hoping to somehow see him lounging upon the bed. You swallowed at the sight of an empty mattress, still adorned with countless plush pillows and blankets, the beautiful drapes falling over the sides of the bed set like a red and gold waterfall.
It was haunting to feel the atmosphere lacking something. Lacking him.
The doors thudded shut as you made way for the bed, stepping slowly towards it. Sitting upon the mattress, you ran your hand over the blankets beneath you and sucked in a sharp breath.
“What do I do now,” you whispered to no one, hands gliding over the creaseless satin covers.
With the bedroom door shut tightly, you could only hear the echoes of minions talking to one another, moving about the castle aimlessly like lost sheep. No orders, no guide, no direction.
Dread crept into you like vines, wrapping around your nerves and stomach and coiling. After the shock of Dio’s demise evaded you, all that was left the feeling of bareness. You had no protection. You had no reason to be around. What made matters worse was that you weren’t popular among the vampires, so to say. Under the power of being Dio’s wife, their queen, you were catered and treated as such. You were demanding, bitter, selfish in getting whatever it was you wanted because you could. There was no telling just how many vampires despised you.
Back then you had something to hold over their heads. Now, you didn’t. You were utterly defenseless.
Anxiety bubbled in your throat as talking outside your door grew in volume. It became painfully aware just how many minions were still in the castle, given that the news was fresh and those who didn’t revel in their freedom had no reason yet to leave. You included.
As the noise grew, you stood from your bed, approaching the door and holding your ear up to it. Eventually, there was silence. You pulled the door open, peeking through the cracks like a mouse before slipping through the small opening and gently letting it shut again. Even the smallest movements and sound seemed drastic.
There was no one around you, which you found odd. Surely the vampires knew that you were fair game now that they didn’t have to mind Dio, so where were they?
From hallway to hallway you made your way back to the throne room. The red carpets that had led up the massive throne now seemed teasing, the seat large but so empty. You climbed the steps, stood upon the platform, and swallowed. You’d die in this castle, but even so, you were still the Queen.
You sat upon the throne, taking in the plushness of the seat in comparison to the stone hard armrests. Candles illuminated the large double doors you’d just crept through, and you waited. Waited for the moment a vampire would find you, kill you where you sat.
Quietly, the doors creaked open. Your nerves flared but you kept an icy gaze, even as the vampire pushed the door open and revealed many others behind him. He followed the red carpet to the bottom of the stairs, where he looked up at you. You squinted. It wasn’t bloodlust that was in his eyes, nor any of the others.
In the silence of the vampires (higher ups, you noticed) gathering at the bottom of the stairway, the doors closed yet again. No one moved.
“You’ve come.” You spoke loudly, unwavering. You’d be damned if Dio’s wife was to beg for her life. You’d accepted your fate.
However it wasn’t teeth that came next. No, the leader slowly feel to his knees, and he bowed before you. The others behind him followed suit and you watched in hidden awe as they knelt and bowed their heads, hands flat on the carpet as though you were as much of a God to them as Dio was.
“Lord ___,” the leader began. You almost shivered at the name. “What do we do next?”
His question was expectant. Without your knowledge it was already decided you were to be the ruler, filling in for your deceased husband. You swallowed again, shoulders and jaw tensing. They were correct in thinking so. If not Dio to rule, than why not you, his wife?
Almost feeling a crown upon your head, you stared down at the trembling vampires who bowed before you, not daring to look up at your grace. They waited patiently, silently, not a word while you let out a breath and settled back into your new throne.
Looking down at the minions, your minions, you spoke with raw strength in your voice.
“We fulfill Lord Dio’s wishes. We take this world and those in it,” You paused and squinted, tilting your head up. “Staring with Jotaro Kujo.”
They were gone, bounding for the poor soul in seconds.
