"JOJO! JOJOOO!"

That's the last word I've recall to be spoken by someone other than me. My own name, a nickname, to be fair. Jonathan Joestar... often my friends and closest ones call me by that, this for those who remained. Mother and father are gone, so do most of those who once had been my friends, after DIO came to invade my life, and to cast a shadow over me. But that wasn't enough. When Dio came, father began to realize most of my mistakes, as much as he had to punish me for those. Never he would, before watching of Dio's results. He was better on anything else I had been doing, except when controlling of his own anger, resulting in more than his hatred towards me. I am father's true son, in blood, and Dio was an alien, who shared of a phantom blood. From stealing my clock to piercing with his finger into one of my eyes, to abuse of my dear Erina and to, now I know it was his for sure, burn Danny to death... Danny had nothing to do with this, or maybe he had. Dio wanted everyone else to be away from me, even that dog, who once saved of my own life, unlike Dio, who only cared about his own life.

Dio wanted everyone to be away from my sight, except father, yet he didn't cared that much about me, because of Dio's polite manners. Or so I thought, before he was gone, or about to be. Behind those manners on table, Dio felt such hatred for us Joestars, whom he despised because all he wanted was to reach our fortune as soon as he grew up, and as soon as father reached it's demise. How healthy he was, yet he couldn't even be there, on that football game... Dio also despised of his own family name, Brando, or so I've learned about that clearly since that night Dio almost gave father's another dosage of an eastern poison, same one he used to kill his own father, Dario Brando, a bastard in his own words. And so began my search for an antidote for that poison, as I've stood three days away from home, in London, wandering into each street, until I've came, or maybe Ogre Street came into me. The place where all rotten criminals are born, yet Dio or any of his relatives wasn't born there.

I've fought against three punks, being one a man by the name of Speedwagon. Robert Edward Oliver Speedwagon; a man with a heart of gold. I was willing to lose a limb for that spinning and sharp hat of his, but I didn't minded to fight against his, or even make him disappear from that place's sight with a fist. That night, as a gentleman, my hands wouldn't be filled in by blood, but a cure for another illness. Speedwagon followed me, and so we've met Wuang Chung, a chinese who gave the poison to Dio. At home, as soon as Dio came, I've raised from the shadows, same for father, the poison dealer, and the british police, with all the guns pointing to Dio. But what are guns mad for when you have to deal with a demon Dio became? That same Stone Mask I had been researched, and those spíkes piercing into his head didn't killed his, or maybe they did killed the last of his humanity, all in order for Dio to assure a kind of immortality.

The Mask needed to be activated with blood, and so Dio intended to use my own, but instead, that cold blade caught father, who've became cold as well. Immortal Dio became, even after the fire spread throught the mansion, and the impalement of his naked chest agains the goddess's statue. Dio ressurected, as another being, far superior than any other human, and from that day and onwards, began his plot for the world domination, starting with the Britain by turning the citzens into zombies, puppets of his. For Erina, Speedwagon, father... I had to do something, but what? So that Zeppeli came into my way, same for his hand who pierced throught my diaphragma, and thus, I've learned of the Ripple. Some wins and harsh loses later, I've defeated Dio like I did with his minions, and in the end, still he was my brother. I cried when I made I hole into his vampiric chest, but I have forgot to take out his head, and those eyes... who hurted me. To think a mere mortal would be able to defeat his, with a techinique by the name of Sendo, or Ripple, as Zeppeli used to call by as well. Like father, he was also gone by DIO's hands, directly or not. I am gone as well, but to where I am going at? This place... it feels so warm. Hot like the fire from that explosion. What a delightful one act... thought I am dead because of such. At least, Erina will be safe, same for that baby I've gave to her. Take care... Erina. I don't know where I'll be going, but maybe I'll never be able to return. Dio won't be there, althought his head died as well.

...Jonathan Joestar was killed while helping with the Plan. It is four years since my departure from London, and our world is changing. I cannot stay here any longer. Jonathan was a dear friend. I am lost, knowing how to help his widow. Perhaps best that I do nothing at present. I shall miss him. Jonathan, wherever you are, your thoughts must comfort her tonight. She'll be waiting, and you will not return. Farewell, my friend...