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Mad Father: Nurse AyaDio felt the liquids pour from his eye although his free hand kept a strong hold on it. He couldn't help having his wound seep through the cracks in his hand, but it was his fault he approached the madman's daughter - his intent on gaining her trust- by the wishes of her mother.

Was that why he was alive? Just to help a little girl? He couldn't tell the future, but he knew the Doctor would not be lasting long anytime soon. The lighter in his pocket grew heavier, like lead, each time he approached that one fateful room where it all began:

He was a corpse, as always, but he couldn't move. It was impossible for him to have a conscience either,

Mad Father: Fanfic“Wow… so, mysterious,” the young girl giggled to another as a young man passed by hastily. He wore a hood; it shaded the top half of his face. ‘I don’t need all this… attention,’ he thought. The young man’s name was Dio, he was on an important mission from well… heaven. He wore a simple shirt and rugged pants. Dio clutched several papers in his tight fist.

The small town used to be peaceful. Until a chain of disappearances caused the town to exchange peace and solitude for havoc. Most citizens in this secluded town barricaded their doors at night, in fear the same fate will fall upon t

Mad Father: Fanfic Ch. 3Aya looked at Dio. Her face revealed mixed feelings. Dio looked down, shaking his head, “Hm.” He laughed, “I’m sorry, Aya. I intruded. That’s not what any gentleman would do, I understand if you don’t feel the same way.” Dio stood there, hoping to God this would be over… it was the embarrassment of the confession that has weighed onto him. “Dio, I…” She started to play with the end of her hair. A nervous habit caused it. Dio mentally cursed himself for causing her to become like this. She avoided eye contact, “… I-” Dio yelled in agony as pain pounded from

Mad Father: Fanfic Ch. 2The gravel crunched under his feet. Dio pulled his hood off and surveyed his surroundings with a small map. It was morning; he slipped out of the Inn at 4:00 while it was still dark to escape the early rush.

The dirt road led him deep into the forest. Tall trees towered over him as if they were mocking him, daring Dio to go deeper… and that’s just what he did. Several minutes later he arrived at a small sign that read:

Dravis’ Docter: Free for First Examination!

It lead him to a small trail branching off of the vacant road. The trail was overgrown, ‘Nobody’s been down

.:Savior:. Cry X ReaderQuietly, I cried, laying on the cold, unforgiving dirt, which was turning to mud, due to the rain. I shakily turned my head to look at the man standing above me. I struggled to keep my eyes open, as the pain from my arm (or at least where my arm once was) grew worse and worse. Cautiously, the man knelt next to me and looked over my wound.
"Are you okay, friend?" he asked in an all too familiar voice. I examined him further. He was wearing a mask, which was odd, and had brown hair. I flinched when he went to stroke my blood-stained, dirty (h/c) hair. Slowly, I shook my head. "What happened?"
"..." I tried to tell him. I tried to tell him how my father went crazy and cut my arm off with his chainsaw, then ditched me in the woods near our house after my mother had died. "I-it hurts..." Was all I was able to manage to choke out. He nodded understandingly.
"My name is Ryan. Can you tell me yours?" Ryan said. I could see he was trying to comfort me. My vision began to blur,

Mad Father: Fanfic Ch. 6Static buzzed in his ears. “Dio!” A voiced screamed in the distance. He felt something cold in his right hand and something warm grasping onto his left. “Dio!” the female voice screamed again.

He opened his eyes slowly, comprehending what had happened. Dio looked up to see a girl with short, jet black hair looking down at him. Tears spilled from her eyes. ‘I-I’m alive,’ he thought. The scene around him was catastrophic. He laid in the center of a small crater. The hooded men were gone, only leaving there cloaks behind. Aya hugged him.

At first his heart filled with love, but in a blink of an eye it

Mad Father: Fanfic Epilogue- An Ending to the EndI lied in bed, coughing. A silver strand of hair fell into my face. ‘Is it time?’ I thought, ‘Already?’ I glanced around the room, no one cared to see a lonely old woman pass away. Especially an old woman like me. There were very few people who cared for me in my lifetime, anyway. Two… three at the most.

Stifling a laugh I felt a nonexistent dagger pierced through my chest, ‘Damn, I got old.’ Between my ongoing work and thoughts dwelling on a miserable memory of my past I hadn’t really thought of myself.

I was surrounded by death. Even in my childhood, although, falling into death’s arm

Mad Father Fanfic. (Aya x Dio) Part 1My name is Aya. I am 15 years old. I used to live in a mansion with my mother and father. A few years ago, my mother died.. from illness. And I was left alone with father. One cold night I couldn't sleep, so I went to the basement to see father.
*knock knock*
"Father, are you in there? Father!" I said excited as I saw him coming out of his lab.
"Aya! How many times have I told you not to come down here?" he said with a mad tone.
"Sorry, father...But... um... I have a feeling that's keeping me from sleeping.."
"Aya... Don't worry... Your late mother is always there at your side... She's always looking after you, Aya. Okay? Now please go to bed."
"Yes father.."
"Good girl."
"Father, tomorrow's.."
"Yes, the anniversary of her death, we'll visit her grave tomorrow."
"Okay."
"Now, back to bed please. I'll be resting too shortly."
"Okay..."
He went back into the lab. I started heading towards my room but not before I looked again at fathers lab door. He spends

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by ~AndItIsGone, Jan 26, 2013, 4:35:59 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Fantasy / Short Stories

Dio watched the little dark haired girl leave as the world around him burned. He had grown attached to her as the night progressed; she was so brave, so smart, so beautiful. He could see why her mother was so desperate to protect her, if Aya were turned into a doll that proud spirit she had would be destroyed. Dio didn’t want that. So he protected the younger girl, just like her mother asked. He hadn’t expected to grow fond of her though.

He wasn’t a fool, he knew it was impossible. Dio was dead, a corpse given life and sustained by the power of a curse cast by a scorned woman; once the night was over and the mansion burned to the ground he would be gone. Even still, he couldn’t help his thoughts. He still asked himself that awful question. What if? What if things were different? Would he have stood a chance then?

Dio was burning; he didn’t much care, he was already dead; it hurt, but only a little, his thoughts hurt far more. A small, vindictive, cruel part of him hoped that the mad scientist that Aya had the misfortune to have as a father was still alive, and that he was burning. That part of Dio wanted the man to suffer, as Dio had suffered, as all of them had suffered.

The bandages on his face burned away, revealing the mess of rotting gore and dried blood where his eye used to be. Dio glanced at the spot in front of the door where his Aya last stood, she was long gone but he could imagine. A small, lonely smile flickered to life for a brief second before it too was burned away.

“Goodbye, Aya.”

Burning Godby ~AndItIsGone

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So this is based on the game Mad Father. It's based on one of the last scenes with the character Dio burning down the mansion (don't worry I won't give the game away to people who haven't played/seen it). There are some really, really vague kind of spoilers in it but it's kind of out of context. If I somehow ruined it, sorry that wasn't my intention. It's not my best work, it's really a short, spontaneous kind of thing I thought of while I was watching a play through online (not really a video game player >.>). Anyways, there's an actual reason for the title I promise. "Dio" means "God" in Italian, I picked that up because "Dios" is "God" in spanish and the two are really similar. I did check just to be sure though. And the other part of the title should be self explanatory, if it isn't then you weren't reading closely enough. Anyways, let me know what you think. Ciao!

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~ILoveDragons271100 6 hours ago New member Hobbyist General Artist

The storyline of the game makes me cry, does Dio have to die? agh! screw it! *Saves Dio before its too late*
Dio: Who are you?
Me: The crazy person who saved you (and has hair like you) and is gonna take you to Aya
Dio: *looks at her hairstyle*

Me: I guess he's fond of me too *drags him out of he burning masion*

~MillaOwl Feb 26, 2013

"Dió" in hungarian means nut

You pronounce it as Dio, so it's pretty funny :3 Anyway, very good writing, I almost quit the game when I realized that Dio is going to die (again)

~AndItIsGone Feb 27, 2013

you're right that's actually really funny. And thank you very much ^.^

~AshIzEpic Feb 18, 2013

NOOOOO!!! T-T

~AndItIsGone Feb 18, 2013

I was so sad when Dio died

~AshIzEpic Feb 18, 2013

I know right! I thought he would live for second at the end but nOoOoOoOo

~AndItIsGone Feb 19, 2013

I nearly started crying, it was so sad.

=KHEIDA Jan 31, 2013 Student General Artist

_{This is so beautiful.
It has to be the most incredible literature I have read in a long time.
I really love it.
And you are right; Dio is Italian for "God" or "Deity"}

~AndItIsGone Feb 1, 2013

Wow thanks so much, especially since I wrote it as a spur of the moment thing (and didn't edit it...) and I'm glad I got my Italian right, that's be embarrassing if it wasn't.

*Black-Caspian Jan 31, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

I love it! I remember seeing Dio and falling in love with him instantly! Poor Dio... I think he deserves WAY better than Aya... And a whole better life oAo Curse you Aya's father!

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