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I think the only thing impressive about you is that you continue to use so many words without saying a single thing.

If you ever call me swine again, I really will turn you inside out. But I'll keep you alive, so that you have to suffer eternity as a monstrosity.

I didn't call you swine?

[ he's already forgotten. ]

But, okay. Note of criticism taken with a friendly smile and a spring in my step! Hahaha! If you want to turn me inside out, I'll allow it, but please be careful so as not to rip my clothes as you do so. Actually, what if I change out of them and wear something more mood-appropriate? Maybe I can wear some kind of ceremonial garb? Something white and elegant and flowy that immediately gets stained with blood. My worthless body powerless against your enrippening inside-out-itude. Alternatively maybe we could play a video game or something? You still didn't tell me what you like so it's hard to come up with suggestions.. maybe you're into something religion-y like Pucci. If you don't want to fight or bone down or be given a gift of Darkestte Unholiesstte Magicckes Moste Foule, maybe you'd want to sing a hymn about Earth Jesus together?

I didn't say I DIDN'T want to fight or fuck. Just that really you are quite annoying. Maybe you'd give good head. Put that tongue to work.

What, really? Hm. Hmmm. Well, If such a thing would secure your friendship, this would be an avenue I would willingly explore and commit to without so much as a second thought, But you've made too many comments about vivisection and sacrificial blood-drinking for me to take a challenge like that with the seriousness it deserves! I know you're just screwing with me, so that dick remains dry! Gahahaha! Another villain's plan foiled by the majesty of Odin Dark! Did you not like my singing plan? Maybe you don't like Earth Jesus... How about cooking? I could cook you something? People like food, sometimes.

What would a God need with Jesus? I am not interested in worshiping, only in being an object of worship.

I don't eat food. Cooking would be useless to me. You should really just give up. You're clearly not socially competent enough to make a friend of my magnitude.

I'm literally telling you I'll give you literally anything you want and you're literally telling me you want to be an object of worship and you're being too dumb to literally realize you just literally need to literally ask and I'll literally craft a statue of marble in your image!! I don't understand why Pucci likes you so much if you like being worshiped as a God and he already worships God and stuff. Ugh, boys are so complicated and confusing. Okay, hold on, let me try a new tactic. Okay? Forget everything I just said. Ahehehehem, Ah... Dio Brando. An adonis of man, a step above humanity. He, with chiseled jaw, with angular cheekbones, with eyes of stone, with greater depth than the sea - To think that I, a mere peasant, a grain of sand compared to his majesty - to think that I, Odin Dark, have found myself in the position of gazing upon this impossible divinity, this epitome of masculinity, this... this physical embodiment of nobility, of royalty, of power-- No. No. This brightness is one I must avert my gaze from, lest I fall blind to its intensity. And yet... I can't turn away. Could anyone? For a man to turn his back on the sun - this would be the same as turning his back on life, on love, on energy, on warmth, on the things he thrives on, the things that keep him alive - And in the end, it is you, Dio, that humanity aspires to thrive under, and it is you, Dio, that we survive in spite of. We writhe under your thumb! Your sexy, sexy thumb. A THUMB OF A GOD. You're the sun, basically? I think I'm saying you're the sun and that I need you to survive because of how hot you are but I can't touch you, because-- ooh! SO hot. That sizzle? Yikes, yikes, yikes. My flesh, it burns! Haha. Do you get it?

Edited (whoops) 2017-11-06 08:17 (UTC)

[He's died and he's gone to Hell, and everything suddenly makes sense now.

This is a series of torments meant to break his spirit, to make him regret his past. To teach him a lesson and give him a conscience. It takes a moment for Dio to respond because he's having a crisis in which he's realized, finally, that this is Eternal Damnation.

But he's NEVER gaining a conscience and YOU CAN'T BEAT HIM, HELL.

HE'LL CONQUER YOU.]

Right.

Well, it's a start. You could bring me tribute too. Blood is still my favorite gift.

Also Enrico Pucci is a man who follows my teachings, I am as his God to him.

[ Hahaha, yesssss!!! dio can't see, but odin's doing a stupid victory dance in his room. it's started. there's a Start. dio said as much! haha. this friendship... begins.

he'd comment on the god thing but that's weird and he'd be offensive so he leaves it. ]

How much blood would you like? Just mine, or like, Like, should I get more?

Just bring as much as you think would be acceptable, and I'll decide when you get here whether it's enough or not.

[He's talking to Pucci about this boy ASAP. Why is he being haunted by this child?]

Oh and it has to be human.

Understood, master. Wait for me. You will hear from me soon.

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