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Dio began to hallucinate Jonathan and Erina from time to time. He thinks it's just him being tired, needing more blood. The hallucinations keep getting worse.
Dio can smell them. It's rotting. Disgusting. He can't sleep, he can't drink, he can't do anything other than stay on his too big bed, a bed that is perfectly made for three people to lay on. He feels it dip, he feels them crawling, getting closer to him. It's smells so bad, he could throw up.
They never get closer enough; they are too close.
He prays. Prays for them to go away (praying for them to stay). They have such cold hands and cold lips. He still pray.
Holy Mary hears him. She cradles him into her lap, drag her fingers through his hair, murmur soft lullabies only for him. Holy Mary smells so good, like roses. Holy Mary, Holy Mary, mother of mine. Take these sins and make them unwind. Blond hair, blue eyes, white dress, veil and bouquet. Mother Mary, Holy woman. Mom. Mamma. Blond hair, red dress. Green eyes. Frail body, purple lips.
Go away. Go away. Mom, make this sadness go away. Mom, please. Help me. I'm your son! Help me!
"I love you", he hear them whisper to him. He prays again.
"I love you", again, and it's so loud and it smells of decay. He will get sick.
Mom, help me!
"I love you, Dio", Jonathan whispers to him, with such a lovingly voice and cold touch. He is not supposed to be cold like him.
"I love you, Dio", Erina whispers to him, with eyes so big and so empty of color. They are not supposed to be as empty as him.
I can't be with you.
"I love you"
Stop.
"I love you, Dio"
I killed you.
"I love y-"
Day light comes, his bedroom is empty. He don't remember having that window open.
It still smells of decay.