JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Lemon One Shots

Dio Brando X Fem. OC (Insert)

The second JoJo's Bizarre Adventure smutty Oneshot is here!

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PART ONE: CHAPTER TWO:
DIO BRANDO

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The rain poured heavily from the night sky and had drenched me from head to toe. The lightning struck, and the thunder roared. I peeked out the window where hundreds of zombies surrounded the massive castle. It seemed like a safe place to take refuge. The entrance doors were so heavy, the undead creatures could not simply get in.

I jumped away from the window, and screeched, startled by a rotting hand that smacked against it. Its skin was nearly gone, only patches remaining on the decaying arm. It very much resembled the arm of a leper. I cringed in disgust as the arm continued to bang against the now bloodied window. I strode away from it, keeping my eye on the entrances until a table hit my backside. I gasped and turned around.

There, lying on the table was a peculiar object.

"A mask?" I asked no one and stared at it curiously. It was quite creepy and seemed to be made of stone. It had an air of power to it. I could feel it surging. I was drawn to it, almost as if it were calling out to me. "How... bizarre." I cocked my head to the side and reached out. My fingers brushed against its cold, hard exterior. "Is it tribal?" I asked nothing once again. Out of mere curiosity, I picked it up. I held it in my hands and stared at the daunting face, that was carved into it marvelously.

I turned it over to examine the back, bringing my face close to it. I had no clue what I was doing, or why I was doing it. Suddenly some kind of stone-like appendages appeared from the mask.

"What the fuck!" I screamed before they grabbed my face. I tried to pull it off but its grip was too strong. It felt like it was sucking the life force out of me. The last thing I saw before blacking out was a bright light.

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It felt like a hangover, but much worse. I was parched and craved for food. The food I wanted was not normal, however. The only source I could think of was flesh; fresh, human flesh. There was none for me though, not in a world riddled with walking, rotting corpses. I thought I would die of deprivation, and the thought of eating anything else was revolting.

Then I met him.

Normally, a human would be afraid when faced by him. He seemed otherworldly and looked down on others as if they were mere bugs that he could squash under his feet. His eyes were a whole different level of evil. Any human would quiver in absolute fear, but I was not human anymore. Not as I cut my wrist to experiment a little further with my situation. I knew it the moment the skin healed right before my eyes. I was immortal.

What was there to fear? So instead of cowering as one would usually do, I said: "Who are you." And looked upon him unfazed.

The man standing before me did not expect my presence. He wanted me gone, but I had been transformed. So he made me an offer. I worship him with absolute servitude, or I die. Death would have been rather redundant considering I had just been born after being killed by a mask, so I chose servitude.

This new me that I became may seem like a dream that one can only hope for, but it comes with side effects and weaknesses. I am weakened if I do not drink human blood. Apparently, it is done through the fingers. I was also told by Dio that I am allergic to the sun. When it rises I will burn to ash. This was rather unfortunate because the humans traveled by day. It made hunting difficult.