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There existed many ideas and paradigms in this world he detested. This included the educational establishment but that was besides the point right now. As a stellar student amongst other achievements he had no real desire to establish friendships with the people around him. In a moot point, he would rather they grovel at his feet and he would do anything to warp the simple minds that surrounded him. Dio's haughty air often brought a tense atmosphere, one could choke simply on his ego. However, despite this he was well liked for by his peers. There was one thing he was good at -- acting. Pretending, charades, façades... He knew all the trades.
Dio Brando was not someone to take lightly. And yet, many still fell victim to his words and actions. As if no one had known what pure evil essentially was... He comes as sweet and intoxicating. A presence you can't get enough of but you know they're toxic. That was Dio in the most simplistic sense. This was a fact that even he was aware of.
He stood at the top of the stairs, chin up high. Nothing would knock him down, absolutely nothing. People came and went, the hotel was busy. Too busy. All eyes had to be on him of course. Number one, that's the goal. Dio narrowed his eyes in contempt. Instead of opening his mouth he swiftly carried himself down the stairs. Without a second thought he shoved someone to the side, someone unimportant. Dio sneered in the direction of individual he pushed aside.
"Get out of the way."
