Tahmas

DIO would look upon the man, a sneer then taking place upon his handsome features. – Twisting and turning, his face no longer warm and inviting. “Oh, how the common folk would try to talk to myself. – DIO.” He’d then seethe, a hand then placed upon the man. Digits then burrowing into his eyes, sharpened nails stabbing onto them. “Remove yourself from my presence, for I. – DIO, have arrived.”