Chapter Forty-One.

Dio felt a sensation of pleasing calm. For months he had struggled to harness the powers of The World that had once been open to him. But here and now, in the moments before his final death, he could wield them with a subtlety he had never dreamt of.
As Hierophant Green's shards ripped through The Worlds false-flesh and Star Platinum tore out its spine, Dio's mind leapt into action. His thought moved at such incredible speeds that even The World would be dazed. He stepped outside of time and allowed his thoughts to wander lazily over the visage before him. He was too late to save himself. His head, following The Worlds like a lazy puppet, would be torn away with his spin, then discarded as his liquidated brain oozed out from his ears. His tendons and ligaments were ruined, his hair-tendrils unresponsive for one last spiteful attack.
In the end, history would remember the final-death of Dio Brando, arch-enemy of the Jojo's as a mere sentence reading as: Dio Brando, died like a cow at a slaughterhouse.
A single shard of the Hierophant would pierce his oculus, running through his skull and splintering, killing his mind before his body, a small mercy, some would say. Milliseconds later, Enrico, brave and loyal Enrico, would scream and cry. Dio pitied the man.
Out of curiosity, or some primal instinct, Dio reached out to grasp at one of his assailants. Holehorst was too distant from him, pinning Enrico and the crippled Ice down, all the whilst the mutt and Joseph went in for the attack. Holehorst, a traitor who had revealed himself with the killing of Enya weeks before this battle.
He paused and turned for a moment. His ears sang with the sound of laughter. He saw himself then, staring back at himself in a mirror. 'I am Dio Brando,' said the reflection. 'You are the me of the past, And I the you of the future.'
Dio reached out to touch the mirror, astonished he kept his silence. 'We are defeated this day, but not the next. You have seen the end of your path, but not that of the Jojo's. You have spoken to your follows of half-imagined victories, of prophecies that will be and were. Now, Dio Brando, allow me to show you my present.'
As the Dio Brando of the Quirk-universe died, he saw a million shards of glass cracking then falling, spitting apart again and again. 'We are numerous, you and I Dio Brando.' Came the voice of his former brother.
'As you die, I die,' Dio whispered. He felt a pain in his eye, the shard had impacted him, the world was speeding up again. 'Yet he,' Dio breathed, looking at a future that would be. 'He will replace us both.'
'He will, he will finish our journey, for better or worse.'
Before Dio Brando could speak, the shards splintered and his mind was no more.

I just wish to make an announcement, although this is the final chapter in this fic, that does not mean it is the end of this story. I plan on continuing this story sometime in the future, hopefully within a year's time, until then, I hope you all stay safe.
Remember, Dio will Rise again, next time we return to this story it will be to new battles and a new season of My Hero Academia.