(Walking forward to your seat unmindful of the steam ascending from the preserved flesh, you realize that there's a folded note left behind and it reads: "I hope this gives you some of your humanity back, you fowl beast. - Dio Brando." He's clearly sarcastic, and why wouldn't he be? That's Dio. A sarcastic ass. Merry Christmas!)
[A beast, is she?]
[Well.]
[This beast is going to absolutely devour everything in sight, and when she's done? She's going to find him and give him the biggest, sloppiest kiss the world has ever known. She won't even wash her face beforehand.]











