Dio x OC [The Tale Of A Bloody Love]

CHAPTER XXXIV: [Baby Blue]

The baby's tiny body was dark blue and his shoulders were covered with scales. It was strangely heavy for such a small body.
At this point, you didn't want to ask any questions or even know how this creature came to be...

He wasted his time tangling his pointed little fingers through your long hair as if discovering a new silky material. But the harmless little fetus will not escape the fact that you deny your connection to him. You barely came to realize that your body, divided between the desire to devour human flesh and the desire of escaping from this hell, will never be the same again. This vile creature was not your half-human, half-vampire blood.
"He's ugly." You said, stroking his funny scales.
Dio frowned and walked over to pick up Baby Blue.
"I see you're still in a bad mood despite this... Is it because of what humans call «hormones» ?"

You stared at him with the greatest darkness in your eyes.

He covered the baby and took you violently by the hand to exit the underground room.
Once in the lobby, everything happened very quickly. He walked faster and faster with great strides, forcing you to run awkwardly. There was a lot of movement and hubbub around both of you. His dozens of minions spoke to him, they heckled nervously. Something happened. Something had come to trouble the great Lord Dio.

In the bedroom, he threw you violently against the wall, your head banged but you didn't feel any pain. There was no time for astonishment. At least that wasn't the priority. His amber eyes threatened to pop out under the grinding of his teeth.

"Who do you think you are, Y/N, to spit on my present?! What's wrong with you?!!" He yelled, shaking your shoulders.

You just watched your feet as you pursed your lips. You had to keep that ball of saliva that threatened to end up on his damn beautiful face. You had to keep calm. And him too. Because until then you were still free to do what you wanted, to go where you wanted to go. No need to make the situation even more complicated than it already was.

"LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU, WOMAN!"

You didn't want to. Every time he got angry, you were complying with his wishes and orders. Looks like this transformation made you feel ten feet tall... And you weren't the only one who noticed it.

"I'm sorry Dio but I don't appro-"

"YOU CAN'T BE JUST SORRY, Y/N! I HAVE DONE EVERYTHING TO MAKE YOU THE HAPPIEST WOMAN IN THE WORLD! IN MY WORLD! A PERFECT WORLD! A PERFECT LIFE! IN TRANQUILITY! I DID SACRIFICE FOR YOU! I HAVE TAKEN CARE OF YOU FOR 10 DAYS, WAITING FOR YOU TO WAKE UP! I PRESENTED YOU OUR BABY, THAT YOU WOULD NEVER HAVE HAD WITHOUT ME! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT? EH?! TELL ME!" He lashed out over and over in his words, forcing you to look him in the eye to see a rage and disgust grow.
You had lost track when his question echoed in your head.

What do I want? Him? Or escape from this bloody, toxic love?

You stayed that way, with a dilemma in mind. You gritted your teeth to hold back. To imagine living forever with such power and not feeling any more fear, to live from day to day...
It wasn't really a good idea.

You threw up, letting yourself fall. No more force allowed you to hold your body. No more feeling but anxiety escaped your heart.
You were on the edge of the abyss. So much that you didn't care about the filthy look he gave you.

His eyes followed your weak little body the same way he stared at his father once. You hated it. You hated that look.
You always wondered how he managed to release that contemptuous aura that took away all dignity and self-confidence. You literally felt like a piece of shit.

But what were you doing with your face bathed in this strange green-yellow liquid? Was this what you were supposed to look like being the goddess of this world next to Dio?
You straightened up slightly to look in his direction.
He already had a basin in his hand and a towel on his forearm. His lips moved but everything was deaf.
From your research, you knew your hearing was changing. So you weren't surprised. He wiped the mess from your face and carried you to your bed.