“In the mansion…? Ah, I see…” DIO glanced over to the side - letting out a sigh. Was it of relief? Was it of disappointment, or disbelief? The tone of it wasn’t clear, a bit of all three, perhaps?
“Other mercenaries, you say. Pray tell me - who are they? Who are left?” The vampire crossed his arms, slightly looking down at Ice as he still kept low his head. What a good little servant he was. Even when he told him to raise himself, he still showed humility.
“Ah, yes. Jotaro…” Perhaps he should keep the revelation from him. Let him live his little lie thinking that it truly is the one and only. With how he responded to his silhouette, raising the suggestion that perhaps he was not real could end in a fight, and for once, DIO was not looking forward to it. He wanted some quiet, some time to spend with Vanilla Ice. “Miraculously, I managed to escape. I still do not understand how, but I was born with the devil’s luck, after all…” It’s been a while since he saw Ice, as well. And although it is hard to properly express your feelings when you know that you are essentially talking to a fake, it is still Ice. It is still his most trusted servant, but it is not him. “I had to lay low to make sure he did not come after me whilst I was recovering.”
“Vanilla Ice.” His voiced echoed, overwhelming and imposing like it had always been, the melancholy having faded out. His hand slowly approached his face, eventually touching his forehead, keeping it there for a few seconds before pulling it back. “Yes… I believe you. You had no vile intentions towards me - only towards my potential desecrators.”
“You have been forgiven. You must have been in shock and disbelief, but now you show your shame. And even then, you did manage to kill Polnareff… how many of the Stardust Crusaders are left? Is it only Jotaro and his grandfather? My defeat has hazed my memory…”
He raised his head to gaze at the vampire, voice still muted and shaky. “It has been almost a decade, since you last left. I can only assume that the Joestars are still alive. I would have gone after them and ripped them apart in order to avenge you, if not for my current.... condition.” Vampirism had it’s perks, but the downsides were, extreme to say the least. The last time he had fed was several days ago, and already the urge to track down a defenseless person to feed on was slowly growing stronger.
“What other mercenaries remain?” He was reminded of what remained of the once glorious band of mercenaries that Dio had hired. Right now most of them were staying at the mansion, helping him mantain it’s current state, Of course some of them had left, probably going off to try and chase some better life now that they were free from the service of Lord Dio.
“Well as of now, Steely Dan, Rubber Soul and the D’Arby brothers still remain. As well as some scragglers who come and go. But they are not important Lord Dio. What matters now is you.” A shiver travelled down his back as he felt the vampire’s hand rest upon his forehead. Lord Dio’s touch never changed, even after all these years. His hands were stone cold, similar to the harshness of winter and matching up with his personality as well. “What other information do you need to know Lord Dio? I will gladly tell you everything that I know.”
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