Chapter Twenty Five.

The wall caved in, Dio turned in shock-horror as rubble punched him from his feet. He had been distracted by Bakugou, unprepared for a sudden assault. He slammed his head off of the chair, disorientating him as he fell. The world spun about him.
He saw things, people, heroes he released. All Might at their head, a wood-armed man and a short, yellow cape wearing man. He saw the wood-armed man reaching out towards him and the others, ensnaring them.
He closed his eyes and thought back to his old life.

Blood, it always came back to blood. Blood, thicker than water. Blood, the giver of life. In the end, it would both empower man and bring about man's end. Dio Brando, now known simply as DIO, gorged himself on the blood of Joseph Joestar. His great-great-grand-nephew.
His blood would merge with his own, granting him mastery of Jonathen Joestar's body, and with it, The World. His wounds were closing, his bones cracking as they were put under immense pressure from DIO as he stood. He felt invigorated, better than he had ever before. This was his peak.

It had begun with blood, in a way. His blood had kissed the first stone mask, in that fight with Jonathen, their fates had been set. His blood had given Jonathen's motive to research the mask, and with that research, Dio, then still a full-mortal, had learned of the mask's power. He had ascended to the status of vampire, a being above all mortals, all because of a splatter of blood.

Now as Dio looked at his blood before him, and a pitiful glare from the short man - he felt the wound closing, even as blood trickled down his head - he returned to the present, uncertain of what his memory-realisation meant. Perhaps it was a vague prophecy, or nothing at all.
'My blood,' he sneered, noticing the top left-side of his mask had a crack in it, he was fortunate it had not shattered. 'You spilled my blood, hero.' He heard Tomura shouting, with grey-black liquid drooling down and about them.
The grey-black drool covered his sight, and as he opened his eyes again, he was falling. Then he landed, face-first into a pile of rubble. He pulled himself up, using a ruined steel beam t lean on. It seemed that he was facing more and more violent threats than he had expected. First the Maneater, which had been a failing on his part, then the hero attack which had bashed his head into a steel chair. Blood, he had stored some away for a situation like this. He also had his zombies, yes, he would summon them, distracting the heroes and making good his escape.
All around him, the other League of Villain members were slowly appearing. Bakuho, too, was present. He stood before a man in a suit, his face was hidden, an absurdly large mask covered it, if mask was the correct word to describe it. No, it looked to have a purpose other than covering his face.
Dio walked towards the group, noting Best Jeanist, My Lady and Gang Orca, all heroes were unconscious, it was easy to determine who had caused their defeat. He felt for his knives, he had three of them, enough if he needed to buy time. Time, not victory.
He heard Tomura Shigaraki and the masked man speaking, he did not care to listen to them. 'B-blood,' he spat, coming to kneel besides Best Jeanist. If anyone had noticed him, they paid him no attention. He brightened out a knife, taking it to Jeanist's wrist, he made a small cut in the flesh.
Blood, the one thing he cracked, seeped out. His almost translucent flesh had reddened, his eyes widened and his whites turned crimson. His bared teeth parted flesh. He looked like a real vampire, one spoken of in the tails of old.
He had fed like this before, but only when he did not wish to indulge himself. He would have preferred to use his fingers, but that would likely see Jeanist dead. He did not wish him dead, no, for what he had planned, he needed all the pro heroes alive. Or atleast, the important ones.
Fine human blood trickled into his mouth, spurring his appetite. With increased need, he sucked on the wound, dragging in mouthfuls of the stuff.
He pulled away from the wrist, breathing heavily. He lowered his mask ever so slightly, covering his blood-stained chin.
'You,' said the masked-man. 'I do not know you, name yourself.'
He didn't seem to care that Dio had just partaken in a spot of bloodletting, only concerned with his unknown identity. 'I am known by many names,' Dio said, breath levelling out. 'But you, the man who secured my escape, you may know we as Worldbreaker.'
'Worldbreaker,' the man said, testing the world. 'I do not have time to question your choice of name, it only matters to me that you help young Tomura here.'
'Good. I owe you my thanks, stranger.'
He saw the reactions from some of the other individuals, seeing how he had drunk another man's blood. Of them all, only the girl, Toga, seemed to care less about it than the man. He caught a hotty glare from the lizard-man, it was as much fury as it was confusion.
Midoriya turned his head slowly, pushing it to the ground. 'Your hearts tremble!' He declared, looking over to a still-standing walls. 'I know you are there Izuku Midoriya!'

Well, this was certainly a Chapter. Will Dio kill outr young heroes, will All Might defeat One for All. Will Dio be unmasked, will we see the Ace of Spades in action anytime soon? Find out eventually with Dragon-piece-hero-my-magical-certain-Academia Dio next time. JK, take care.