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“I’ve had my eyes on you for a while… We’ve been waiting for you, (Y/N).”
The woman stood before DIO’s throne, there was close to nothing in the room to illuminate the man in front of her. And although she wanted to squint into the darkness to take a peek at him, she kept a stoic face. I’ll want to be taken seriously, after all. “Is that so?” She cooed, tilting her head questioningly. A little chuckle could be heard coming from where he sat. “Indeed.
“You see, you caught my attention quite some time ago. It was purely due to how ravishing you looked, of course. But something kept me drawn to you so I had my men keep tabs on you.” He explained, turning on a candle next to him. As the fire flickered, she could see a faint outline of his body. He was beautifully sculpted. His beauty was captivating, even if you could barely see his face.
She tore her gaze away from his figure and looked to where she assumed his face was. “So what do you need from me? Must be special. You have all these followers and yet you chose me.” DIO flicked his hand in response. “Yes. You, you have more of a caring nature than anyone who works for me. More than anyone in this city.” He told her. It only confused her even more. Why would he care for that? “You see, I have children of my own and I need someone to look after them while me and my men deal with my… goal of achieving heaven.”
The young woman laughed in response. As her sides cinched in pain from her laughter, she dragged a chair and sat in it. “Take care of children? Me?! If you’ve watched me you would’ve seen that I can barely cook for myself!” She laughed even more until she was cut short by a hand around her throat. DIO had suddenly stood behind her and was holding her carefully. “While staying here you wouldn’t be cooking, cleaning, or anything. Just taking care of my kin and yourself. What do you say?”
She sat stiffly, barely breathing so as to not make his grasp on her abruptly tighten. If he was being serious this wouldn’t be that bad of a deal. She wouldn’t have to do any of the heavy lifting, she’d be living in a grand mansion. All of that just to be a live-in nanny. She craned her neck to take a closer look at home and gave him a genuine smile. “Can I see them?” Her voice cooed.
DIO let go of her, slid his hand down her arm and walked to his throne. He turned his head towards the open doorway and called out. “Enrico, bring me the boys.” She could hear the shuffling of feet and some wheels turning. A young boy, that could’ve been about 15 or 16, came in pushing a crib very slowly; It seemed that the babies were sleeping. Immediately some sort of maternal instinct struck her and she quickly tiptoed to the crib. “They’re adorable.” She spoke in a hushed voice.
“Go on, pick up a babe.” DIO told her. Without wasting a second, she bent down and picked up the toddler with golden curls. She brought him up to her chest and squeezed him lightly, a rush of serotonin running through her. The toddler reached up to her face and held her, his chubby little hands squishing her cheeks. “Precious, isn’t he?” The young woman nodded in response. “So, what’s your answer?”
She gave the blonde a little smooch on his forehead and gingerly placed him back into the crib. “I’ll take your offer. I’ll be your live-in nanny.”
“Perfect. Your room happens to be right across the hall from the babies’ nursery.”
Of course it is, he knew she’d say yes.
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“Enrico, is it?”
“Yes, ma’am?”
Enrico was walking with the woman back to her floor so that she could get acquainted with the nursery. She held Giorno and Donatello, and Enrico held Rikiel and Ungalo. The two toddlers were playing with her hair as she looked around at the art on the walls. “Enrico, how long have you been here?” She asked him, catching up to him since it seemed like she had lagged behind with the weight of the boys.
“Not too long. I just arrived last month. Why do you ask?”
“I wanted some insight on what life is like here.”
“Oh, then I know a little. Vanilla Ice will fetch anyone for Lord DIO, he’s basically up his ass if he’s not in his void.” (Y/N) chuckled at his remark. “The butler, Terence, tries to trick a weak victim into playing a video game down in the basement. He’s not allowed to turn any of us into dolls, so he’s doing it out of boredom.” The lady gasped, “Dolls?” “Oh yeah yeah, that’s part of his stand ability. It’s kinda good but it makes his offense horrible when it comes to missions, which is why he stays here.”
She nodded and stood by the nursery, Enrico opened the door for them. Once they stepped inside, the both of them dropped each babe in their designated crib. Their room was completely bejeweled in different gems and adorned in gold. Giorno, the eldest of the pack, had his corner of the room covered in amethyst and sapphires. Donatello’s had opals, Rikiel’s had garnets, and Ungalo’s had emeralds. (Y/N) sat on a bean bag and sighed deeply. “These children will be spoiled, dear me. If you people weren’t stand-users, this room would’ve been ransacked as soon as it was made.”
Enrico laughed and sat across from her in another bean bag. “I’m glad you’re here though. Lord DIO would have either made me be their baby-sitter or that old hag Enyaba. She’s dreadful and probably wouldn’t have cared much about them.”
“How come?”
“Her son also works for Lord DIO and she’s one of those doting mothers. Besides, I don’t think she truly cares for the well-being of Lord DIO and his kin.”