The light finally died down to some more tolerable levels. Diavolo glared towards the alley, getting a menacing aura from within. "Damnit, is that where the arrow is?" He muttered to himself. If he could just get his hands on the arrow, then Giorno and the rest of his misfits would be no problem to deal with. Most everyone else finally uncovered their eyes, looking around their surrounding area. "Hey, where the hell is Trish?" Mista questioned. Giorno glared right to Diavolo. "What did you do?" He growled, wondering if Diavolo had done something with Trish. That's when a little snickering could be heard from above. "Don't worry about me. I'm right here." A voice came from above. Everyone turned their attention upward and gaped in awe. Trish stood right in the middle of the air above the street, with her right hand to her hip, a glowing pink aura surrounding her. That's when Giorno turned his attention to her stand. He could feel the power exuding itself from the stand.

Trish and Spice Girl looked down upon the entire crowd. Trish smirked to herself, before looking at her stand. Spice Girl looked like she was wearing a crop-top shirt and a short skirt with the pattern of her old design. High heeled boots complimented the entire affair. Motifs of the requiem arrow resided on her fists. Most of her mathematical symbols had disappeared, leaving only multiplication and addition signs on certain parts of her body. More specifically, two large multiplication signs rested upon her shoulders and two addition signs on either side of her head. Her head looked mostly the same, now missing the math symbols that ran down her head. Trish smiled at her stand, returning her attention to the group below. "That's requiem." Mista muttered. "That's Trish's requiem! Spice Girl Requiem! Spice Girl has gone beyond the power of the arrow!" Giorno exclaimed, looking back at Trish, who smiled down at him.

Diavolo scowled. "Oh, my daughter. If only you weren't born." He hissed. Trish looked back at him. "For all you have done, you will not hurt anyone else again. I will make sure of that." She barked, her voice carrying a tenacity to it. Diavolo shook his head, saying "A little speech won't convince me that easily. So what if your stand evolved? I know I underestimated that brat over there, but your stand can't carry the full powe-" "SILENCE!" Trish bellowed, cutting Diavolo off. He just smirked. "Fine then. I shall dispose of you now. KING CRIMSON!" Diavolo cried, the ground breaking away from him, leaving only him and Trish. Spice Girl's eyes darted, staring right at Diavolo. He looked back up, scowling yet again. "So, you've entered my world of erased time?" Diavolo sneered. Spice Girl shrugged, saying "I guess I have. You've already failed, you know." Diavolo raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?" He questioned. Spice Girl giggled eerily. "You failed to destroy the arrow, and you've failed to kill either my user or Giorno." She replied. Diavolo glared back at her. Spice Girl pointed one finger towards Diavolo. "I will make sure of one thing. You will return to that damned loop, and you shall never lay a finger on anyone else again!" She declared. Diavolo shook his head, cackling. "You think that just because you've entered King Crimson's court that you have any chance? You're just powered up! You and that rotten brat will feast on oblivion!" He shouted.

Spice Girl shrugged yet again. "Whatever you say… Boss." She said, before Trish and Spice Girl began to move towards Diavolo. "Whatever you have to defeat me, it won't be enough." Diavolo said, moving in on his daughter. The two moved in closer and closer, Diavolo seemed to be getting excited, the thought of finally ending his blood ties coursing through his head. He smiled, staring back at Trish and Spice Girl. This was it, they were within his range. King Crimson readied its fist, before launching a punch directly for Spice Girl's head. She ducked, firing a punch of her own right to Diavolo. Diavolo parried, smirking. "Is this all you have?" He taunted. "TOO WEAK, TOO WEAK!" Diavolo shouted, unleashing a barrage of punches. Spice Girl smirked, unleashing her own barrage. "WAANABEEE!" Spice Girl cried, the two stands fist's clashing. Diavolo looked right at Trish, who wasn't even fazed by the battle. It seemed as if she was just an outsider, not even paying attention to the fight. Diavolo chuckled. "I guess her stand's on auto-pilot." He muttered to himself, returning his attention to the two stands. Spice Girl wasn't breaking a sweat, still seeming content with just punching. That's when Diavolo decided to go in for a kick right to Spice Girl's leg. King Crimson, while still punching full force, paused for a moment, and quickly round house kicked in Spice Girl's direction. As if the stand had seen it coming, Spice Girl dodged effortlessly, and launched a punch right at Diavolo's unguarded left leg. The fist connected, a searing pain rushing through Diavolo. He doubled over in pain, gasping for air. "W-What was that? How was one punch able to knock me over? And to the leg of all places." Diavolo tried to reason, but that's when he noticed Spice Girl approaching. Diavolo tried to get up, but suddenly fell back to the ground. "What the hell is going on?" He muttered, looking back at his leg... or at least where he thought his leg was.

"What happened to m-my leg?" He questioned. Spice Girl simply smirked. His left leg had been completely disintegrated, not even a trace of it left. Diavolo looked back up at Spice Girl frightfully. "What did you do to me?" He questioned, his voice trembling. "I didn't think you'd break so easily." Spice Girl said, unfazed by the cowering ex-don. "ANSWER ME! WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Diavolo bellowed. Spice Girl smirked. "I've simply used my ability, Diavolo." Spice Girl sneered, going in for another punch on the other leg. She moved so quick that Diavolo was unable to guard himself, and thus the stand's fist made contact with his other leg. Diavolo cried out in pain. Spice Girl retracted her fist, smirking. Diavolo looked back down, watching his right leg quickly disintegrate with a sickening crackle. He lay in bewilderment and terror. "Now you can't run." Spice Girl said, before punching both of his arms. Diavolo could only lay and watch as both of his arms completely disintegrated, leaving only his chest and head. He could only scream now. "And now you can't fight back." Spice Girl stated, before glaring back at Diavolo. "And now, time will return to its usual flow." She added, the world returning to its original state around Diavolo.

The group looked around quickly. "Time skipped again." Yukako muttered. Trish smirked. "It seems we won't have to worry about that." She said. The group looked at her confused, before seeing what was left of Diavolo. Mista covered his mouth. "Oh God, that's sick." He muttered, Fugo patting him on the back in support. Trish slowly approached her father. Diavolo's eyes widened in terror. He could only wait until Trish fully approached him. Trish stood above Diavolo, glaring down at him. "I guess you were right." She said. "Fear truly does come from one's own past. If you never met mom, then none of this would have ever happened. I used to fear you, have nightmares of you, and now you're nothing more than a sorry excuse of a man." Trish taunted. Diavolo spat on the ground near Trish's boot. "You, and your little gang of misfits are nothing to a KING like ME!" Diavolo proclaimed, in a last ditch effort of some kind. Trish sneered at him. "I have nothing else to say to you." She muttered, before turning around, gesturing someone over. Diavolo sighed. 'It seems like I'll never escape death.' He thought to himself. Diavolo heard echoing footsteps approaching him. Great, now his hearing was fading. He turned his head in the direction of the sound, seeing a familiar pink suit standing next to Trish with both of their stands out. Gold Experience and Spice Girl Requiem knelt down to Diavolo, both of them picking him up. He lay in the arms of the two stands, waiting for their next move. What he didn't expect was for them to throw him up in the air. Diavolo soared through the sky, seeing the sun glaring down above. It's touch felt too hot for Diavolo, but he didn't have to worry about it for long. Before he knew it, he was already falling back to the ground, face down. He could clearly see the two stands below, both of their fists at the ready. Diavolo shut his eyes, bracing for impact.

That's when he felt the first fist's impact. His body felt… energized, like he could run a marathon if he still had legs. But the next punch seared through his entire body, causing a near sensory overload. Every other punch, his senses fell into overdrive, with the following punch returning his senses to normal. In addition to those punches, he could feel a second set of fists punching his torso, slowly eating away at his flesh. All the while, the constant cries of "MUDA MUDA MUDA" and "WANA WANA WANA" echoed in his head. He wanted this to end. Diavolo wanted to go back to two days ago, when he was still in that loop. The pain he felt on those loops couldn't compare to the pain coursing throughout his entire body. He could feel the punches pick up in speed, as suddenly, an ear busting "WRRYYYYYYYYYY!" and an equally as loud "WAANNAABEEEEE!" could be heard. Diavolo felt the pain finally dissipate, as he fell into nothingness.

Giorno and Trish panted, nearly gasping for air. The two looked at Diavolo's disintegrating body, as the ashes flew through the wind. Giorno turned his attention to Trish. "Alright, first off, are you alright?" He asked. Trish smiled. "I'm fine. Thanks Giorno." She replied. Giorno smiled back, asking "And secondly, what the hell was that?" Spice Girl chimed in, saying "To remove the evil from one's own body. In other words, to soften a person's soul. That is the power of Spice Girl Requiem."

Stand Name: Spice Girl Requiem

Stand User: Trish Una

Destructive Power: Null

Speed: A

Range: Null

Persistence: A

Precision: A

Developmental Potential: Null

Ability: Soul Softening: If the target has come into contact with the fists of Spice Girl Requiem, then the evil from the target will disappear. If the target is pure evil, then their entire body will disintegrate.

A/N: Diavolo was always talking about how fear comes from ones past, so him being killed by something of his forgotten past makes for some pretty good irony. And now that I think about it, Trish's requiem can perform accurate vibe checks.