Third Person P.O.V.

The sun was beating down upon the dirt of Pennsylvania. The dirt itself felt as warm as a skillet cooking eggs. The bright rays of the sun however didn't bother a man that was dressed in Horse Jockey attire as he sat upon the land looking on at the canyon like crater that now occupied the location where a small Pennsylvanian town once existed.

The man's face had a wicked smile upon it as he looked onwards at the crater still, the rays of the sun shone and reflected off of the golden lettering upon his helmet.

D-I-O

ゴゴゴゴ

This man was none other than Diego Brando, also known as Dio! Though he was charming, he was ruthless in everyway, maybe even more so than another DIO that reigned terror upon the Joestar bloodline in another world.

Though Diego had no clue of what he started with President Funny Valentine, that didn't matter, because the outcome wouldn't change regardless of even if he was aware of the Presidents impending entrance.


As Diego Brando looked on at the destruction that his Stand had laid upon the land of a once quiet town something was happening unknown to him.

ゴゴゴゴ

A sky blue hand snaked it's way from Diego's pocket and took ahold of the revolver holstered on his right hip. As soon as that palm reached the revolver it was gone for good!

Schwoon!

Diego heard the sound and was immediately startled, instantly activating THE WORLD and causing reality to come to a halt like an automobile colliding against a concrete wall, Diego jumped back with THE WORLD and saw that there was nothing where he once sat. Shivers had been sent up his spine as soon as his ears registered the strange alien like noise. Diego knew all too well what had caused that sound.

"Valentine..."

Diego held back barely contained rage, as his body shook from shock and anger. To Diego it felt like his spine was breaking, his skull pounding, he felt terribly sick. Diego looked himself up and down, anger rising even more at seeing his body shaking, at this moment he was thinking 'I control my life! No one else! I dictate what happens me! I control this world it's mine and mine alone, Valentine will not cause me to lose composure! He has no power over me!'

Diego had no idea how wrong he was... Valentine simply surviving was causing him to shake with pure malice and hate, Valentine had already caused him to lose control of his emotions entirely. He was clay at this point and Valentine might as well be the sculptor.

'May time flow once more.'


Before Diego could even think any deeper into his situation, the muscled arm of D.4.C. shot out from his pant's pocket! Hitting him directly in the liver! Causing him to fall down to his knees as a violent amount of coughing came from the Horse Jockey. Valentine however was restraining his stand's strikes from doing more than just causing Diego a stunned fatigue.

Valentine took every precaution he could however, as his voice echoed from underneath Diego's hair and neck.

"The ability to halt time itself. Truly it's name is fitting, for a man could rule the world with such a power, perhaps even the universe. I've read of another version of your stand. It's quite terrifying how it works, I assume yours works the exact same. To stop time throughout all of the universe as well as gravity and the ability to perceive time, though... none can move within your world can they Diego Brando?"

"THE WORLD, DESTROY THE RIVER OF TIME!"

Diego had already began looking in every direction he could to try and find Valentine, his entire body was fueled by the adrenaline that coursed through his body. All of his movements were frantic in every way, as though a Lion had just lost it's prey. Diego was lashing out in every direction with THE WORLD causing hundreds ofsmall indents in the ground, where soon massive craters would form once time resumes.

Diego once again jumped back with THE WORLD now content to let time flow once again. As soon as it did dozens of craters around thirty feet deep if not more had appeared alongside the earth quaking shockwaves that came from THE WORLD's strikes!

"Diego, I would like this to end peacefully, I haven't come here looking for conflict but a new partnership, or should I say a renewed one?"

The response Valentine got was another earth quaking strike from THE WORLD where Diego thought Valentine was. At this point Dio was completely disheveled, he looked as though he was kicked off his horse only to tumble down a cliff.

This time Valentine spoke his voice came from inside Diego's own mouth much to the latter's horror.

"Brando I am being quite amiable in this situation. I would appreciate an actual civil discussion, I know you're capable of that. You are quite a smart man. Though you almost did kill your mother when you froze time."

Diego's entire demeanor had changed into an even more animalistic rage. His eyes were almost bulging out of his head as he grit his teeth so hard they almost began to crack.

"WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT MY MOTHER YOU OLD FOOL!? MY MOTHER'S BEEN DEAD FOR YEARS NOW!"

As Diego was hunched down on one knee just stewing in anger as his rage was still not quelled as he thought on what he thought to be insane ploys from Valentine.

"Very well... I'll play kinder then, Brando. Just know what I'm about to give you, no one else ever could, remember that."

Diego snapped back at that remark almost immediately.

"I'LL FUCKING MURDER YOU, YOU SLAVE DRIVING BASTARD! I'LL RIP YOU APART LIKE THE POLITICAL DOG YOU ARE!"

With all of the rage building inside of Diego, he lashed out with THE WORLD with all the strength it could muster!

KRAAKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

As that herculean strike made contact with something solid a shockwave erupted from the hit! It went out for miles, it even sent debris and chunks of loose land flying for as far as the eye could see. Diego however just sat still as his rage didn't let his mind register what had just happened.

ゴゴゴゴ

Cra-ack

Splurch

All across THE WORLD's right arm cracks flew out in different directions like a spider web, blood seeped through these new crack like wounds as it fell to the floor in droves. Diego's eyes widened as the pain in his entire arm only just now registered within his mind, as soon as the pain had come a inhuman resounding screech came from Diego Brando.

"WRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

What had caused this you might ask? Well Diego wondered that as well too, luckily or unluckily one might say, he got his answer quite quickly after he let out his inhuman screech like that of a wailing banshee.

ゴゴゴゴ

Where THE WORLD stood, it's fist was now locked with another fist just slightly larger than it's own. The sky blue fist of Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap was interlocked with THE WORLD's fist. The sky blue stand though unassuming to most in it's look was quite horrifying with the right amount of light and shade cast upon it, much like right now.

Diego himself almost fell backwards as he saw that his own Stand was dwarfed in a strange way by Valentine's stand. THE WORLD itself sat roughly around eight feet and five inches tall, however the stand that Diego now saw stood at exactly nine feet and seven inches tall without it's leporid like ears...

And with them... it was well over eleven feet tall.

"I suggest you try to calm yourself Brando. Anger can cause you to lose sight of your goals, and in some cases such as yours... cause great hindrances, or even death."

Diego screamed out before Valentine could finish however.

"THE WORL- Erghck!?"

And just as soon as Diego tried to say his own sentence he too was cut off, much like he did to Valentine. The fist of D.4.C. was much too fast for Diego or THE WORLD to even see, let alone retaliate against. Valentine just looked down in disgust at Diego as D.4.C. was looming over THE WORLD as it was now on one knee, thanks to the former.

"We can be civil can't we Brando? I'm aware that anger is fueling you entirely right now but you should understand that I am trying to be kind. I have been trying to restrain my attacks against you after all. I'm also aware that your ego compels you to shout your stands name to activate your ability, but you can do so with but a thought as well too."

As Valentine and Diego were both in each other's presence it was quite a sight, a man who could stop time itself across all of the ever growing universe had now seemingly found a force that could give him a run for his money. For Diego, the entire Steel Ball Run race was his chance to make it big and live a life that he wished to have...

THE WORLD shot out with a left hook faster than any could perceive.

Or so Diego thought.

Clank!

The right forearm of D.4.C. parried the strike faster than even THE WORLD had struck. As soon as THE WORLD's guard was open the backhand of D.4.C. went across THE WORLD's head staggering it completely as it fell on it's ass.

"AGGGGHHHHHHHH!"

Diego screamed as he felt the pain that went across his face and that rattled his brain. Valentine however wasn't going to let the transgression go without some information.

"Oh quiet yourself Brando. That was only a love tap, I could send you off into the horizon line if I wanted to, but I need your help. I've been trying to be amiable as well too like I said, if I wanted you dead It would of already happen-"

As Diego was now about five meters away he was willing to take the chance to kill Valentine once again.

"THE WORLD! GRIND THE WHEELS OF TIME TO A HALT!"

The look of anger on Valentine's face was quite apparent as it was now frozen in a sneer as Diego just looked on at him as he pulled out dozens upon dozens of knives.

The sharp utensils almost gleamed as THE WORLD took them from Diego and lobbed them towards the President and they stuck just a few feet in front of him. Twenty, then thirty, then seventy, then near two hundred all of the knives surrounding Valentine like a shield or dome as Diego was now breathing heavily and raggedly as THE WORLD stood behind him looking worse for wear as now a small crack was right above it's upper lip.

Diego now too had a wound right above his lip, his right arm for lack of a better term looked like shredded meat as blood had still flowed freely from his wounds.

"Time Resumes!"

As soon as time had come back to reality the knives went flying as fast as THE WORLD could strike, thousands of times faster than even light itself! Valentine however much to Diego's surprise and anger never got rid of the sneer on his face as they knives were just about to make contact.

Schwooo

Scwhooo

Scwhooo

ゴゴゴゴ

Where once there was flesh and bone for the knives to stick to now were cube like holes! As soon as the knives had even touched Valentine the holes opened up instantly! The knives vanished within them never to return as Valentine now walked forwards towards Diego to settle this game of theirs once and for all.

For Diego it was all the more horrifying as no sound at all came from Valentine's footsteps or other movements, as if he was a ghost of a man that simply refused to die. In a sense, Valentine indeed was.

As soon as he even got close Diego instantly stopped time and moved as far as he could in his current condition eventually having THE WORLD carry him forward. Though he was in a horrid condition THE WORLD managed to get him over a thousand feet away even in it's terrible condition.

Though something that also moved was D.4.C. as it had sat it's user Valentine on it's right shoulder with ease. Though it moved slower than normal, as though it was moving through molasses, every step looked as though it's body was right about to lock up from some form of Osteoarthritis or Rheumatoid arthritis.

ゴゴゴゴ

But they never did.

As soon as time resumed Diego had stopped it once again. This process repeated itself another ten times, every time THE WORLD carrying slightly less distance due to the fatigue that had built up due to the amount of blood loss Diego had went through.

And every single time Diego had brought time to an absolute halt thus far, D.4.C. grew more accustomed to Diego's world of stopped time. Every single time, D.4.C.'s movements became less mechanical and faster as Diego brought his power down upon reality.

The power however that transcends time and space however... is gravity also known as... fate, one of the laws of the reality that were first created by God second only to math and the numbers that belong to it.

Upon the eleventh time that Diego had stopped the flow of time, he was nearing his mental limit. But it might just jump over that threshold soon because of outside sources.

As THE WORLD moved itself and it's user it somehow slipped as it's left foot extended itself too much and misplaced it's footing. Both stand and user were now upon the ground, Diego himself looked like he might keel over at any time now, and THE WORLD looked like a cracked statue as the spider web of cracks went all across it's chest now as well.

Drip

Drip

Drip

Drip

Wherever THE WORLD and Diego went, that sound followed right by them, their blood simply dropping like water droplets out of a faucet that's almost run dry. In truth Diego could keep this charade up for a long time without exhaustion in the right circumstance, stopping time itself even thousands of times without any fatigue. The current circumstances left that as an impossibility however.

Time resumed once more.

"This is... insanity... I can't lose to Valentine, I refuse! I am meant for greatness! To be king of this damn world! And Manhattan island will be my first conquest! THE WORLD bring time to a grinding halt!"

Diego's anger had once again boiled up as he was getting up from the dirt ground, slowly righting himself up carefully so he wouldn't fall. But as soon as Diego had gotten halfway up, he was now facing where his back was once facing.

"AGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

ゴゴゴゴ

The outstretched hand of D.4.C. was stuck in place right in front of Diego's face, his utter terror at seeing this was something one wouldn't normally expect from the power hungry demon that Diego Brando was. The hulking creature of sky blue muscles and pink stitching was so close to Diego the entire time, the horror only now hitting him like a cannonball.

Diego's face was one that was twisted into pure terror, his panic made him act faster than ever before! As he had THE WORLD take action as quick as possible. The golden yellow hand of THE WORLD shot forward to go through D.4.C.'s stomach, the attack was faster than light itself by many a time!

However even that was...

"Too slow Diego Brando..."

ゴゴゴゴ

The distorted voice of Valentine came from D.4.C. as it caught THE WORLD's fist in it's left palm. A loud disgusting squelching noise came from THE WORLD's hand as D.4.C. slowly applied even more pressure onto it every second as it looked down upon the kneeling stand and user. Diego had already begun screaming at this time, it was so loud that it very well could rupture someone's eardrums.

SMACK!

The back of D.4.C.'s right hand quickly met the right side of THE WORLD's face hard enough to crack off a piece of it's helm sending a shockwave out that went out for at least a kilometer. One might find it quite humorous had they seen the golden Titan's current expression, it was like that of a spoiled child being hit for the first time, learning that there indeed was a pain they had not yet encountered.

At the same time it looked shocked and disgusted. You might even be able to see fear in it's eyes had you looked hard enough. This all however was taking quite a toll on Diego however.

Thud

Diego's body fell down onto it's side as he passed out from the amount of shock and pain he had felt. However... unluckily for him it would seem that one of the effects of having a stronger will than most might just cause him even more troubles...

THE WORLD was still summoned, ever causing it's user to receive the same pain and suffering it went through.

"Hmm, I assume you are still being manifested due to your users will to survive... it's strange but not too surprising, stands do tend to act on theie own if the users will is strong enough. On another note however... time is going to resume I believe."

Just as Valentine spoke through D.4.C. time had resumed it's flow once again.

The golden Stand simply looked on in anger at the sky blue titan of America that was Valentine's stand. D.4.C. however just crossed it's arms as it user got down from it's back, Valentine then brushed himself off somewhat then looked down at THE WORLD although it was still near his shoulders in height while kneeling.

"I'll ask politely that you de-summon yourself, before I resort to using any form of violence. I was hoping none of this would've happened but your user is quite a hateful man and seems to think everything is meant to go his way."

THE WORLD simply vanished into thin air with a snarl on it's mouth and it's eyes narrowed. one still exposed from the broken side and the other still showing from the hole to see through it's helm. Valentine was quite happy that Diego's stand decided to be more accommodating than it's user at least, as it will make patching up Diego much easier.


A bit later...

Valentine P.O.V.

Sigh

'That fight shouldn't of been as troubling as it was... I need to take care in not provoking others as much as I have been. It gives me the advantage of having the clearer mind, but people will fight even harder if I keep striking their chords like I have.'

However at least the fight was over, THE WORLD was quite strong, one of the physically strongest stands ever to exist... but not quite at the level that D.4.C. was. Cream Starter worked wonders as well on healing and fixing Diego, it was as simple as killing a Diego from another world and forcing the stand into their hand. As easy as throwing a baseball. Luckily Maria hadn't asked any questions yet so far. Maria was too happy to have her son back, even if Diego was a decent bit older than before.

'I should be able to read a bit from the Diary since Maria and Brando are on the car ahead of me. I knocked Brando around well enough to keep him unconscious for at least a couple hours at minimum.'

He reached between his coat and as he did so D.4.C.'s power activated allowing him to pull the Diary from a safe area in another world. One can never be too careful when it comes to privacy and protecting your belongings. It felt nice to have a book in his hands, he used to read quite a lot when he was younger, mainly literature about folk stories and the such. In a way the folk stories of America made him fall in love with his country even more so.

'Hmm, now where is page for THE WORLD? It shouldn't of been too far from Star Platinum's page if I remember correctly... ahh there it is.'

He slowly traced his right index finger across as he read the passage on THE WORLD.

'THE WORLD the stand of Time is a close range power type stand. It stands at exactly eight feet and six inches in height. It has an effective range of ten meters and is the same in every way to DIO's The World which is the physically Strongest Stand within another parallel universe, even exceeding the current strongest stand Star Platinum in Strength and Speed. It can destroy entire towns with a single strike if the user does not hold back it's power, it's around two thousand times faster than light.'

'It can stop time for 5 seconds. Theoretically it can stop time for even longer with enough training.'

'The tanks on the back of THE WORLD allow it's user to not strain their body while stopping time and allows them to use it consecutively an infinite number of times. It's stats are an A in Speed, Destructive Power, as well as Durability, it has a B in Precision, Developmental potential, and a C in range. It is considered the fifth strongest stand physically to ever have been manifested. It as well is within the top 20 of strongest stands to ever exist.'

Even with all of this, D.4.C. was still stronger than it... he still somehow managed to beat Brando even when rage and anger were fueling him completely. He had to see what the diary had to say about D.4.C. he looked once before but it was completely cryptic, he needed to find out at least a tiny bit, no matter how minuscule the knowledge might be.

He flipped through page after page of the damn diary until he finally fell upon the page that spoke about D.4.C.

'Dirty Deed's Done Dirt Cheap is the stand of... that's disconcerting, it doesn't say what D.4.C. is the stand of. However this is more than what was on the page once before so I suppose it's better than nothing at all, even if it doesn't tell me anything of great import yet...'

'Dirty Deed's Done Dirt Cheap is a close range power type stand, it stands at exactly nine feet and seven inches tall without it's leporid like horns and with it stands at a bit over eleven feet tall. It has an effective range of two meters, however it can bypass that...'

'This is all relatively simple information for me, except for... the fact that D.4.C. can bypass it's effective range somehow... I'll have to figure that out. Though it is also mildly discomforting to know this diary writes it's own notes and thoughts...'

'Everything else is blank on the page except for it's stats and another note on them, there is an abundance of room all across the page I wonder what could possibly be planned to be written here some day...'

'Dirty Deed's Done Dirt Cheap's stats are A's in Destructive Power, Speed, Durability, Precision, Developmental Potential, as well as a C in range. The only other stand to share these Stats is Star Platinum the Strongest stand currently alive of a parallel universe's. However D.4.C. completely surpasses Star Platinum in every category...'

'Star Platinum is a bit weaker and slower than The World which is identical to THE WORLD...'

'Dirty Deed's Done Dirt Cheap is around... three thousand times the speed of light and can destroy a city akin to New York City, however it can destroy... an... entire mountain range... spanning from the United States... to Northern Canada... if the user can unlock the full power of the corpse part powering it...'

'I... I have this much power at my beck and call? I've known for a long time the Corpse Part's were strong beyond compare... but to be able to remove a mountain range, like the Appalachians from the very face of Earth. That's more than I reckoned a single piece could do... I shouldn't doubt this. I saw what destruction The Heart had wrought upon the land for at least hundreds of miles around me while in the desert...'

"Hmm?"

He picked up his thumb from the bottom of the right page... the information almost froze his damned blood in his veins... there upon the page was something he had thought in the very back of his mind, something he had hoped wouldn't be the case what so ever with his earlier... issue. Sadly it was.

'Attempting to access the full power of the heart can strain the body and soul beyond compare, if the one that has merged with the heart's will is not strong enough... their very heart will burst not only within their body... but within their soul.'

He clasped the book shut as he set it down to his side, the information he had garnered was quite a welcome gift... but the knowledge that he very well could kill himself at any moment. It was terrifying... would he even be able to switch to a new version of himself should his heart burst?

'Diego nearly bisected me from head to my groin, yet I held on long enough to not only switch to another version of myself... but to kill him too, even with my organs spilling out I had the strength and will to power through that pain. My heart bursting both in my body and soul however I do thoroughly doubt I could manage to hold on for long enough... though perhaps...'

He got up out of his seat and stretched for a few seconds to get his bones and muscles ready just in case something happens. His left side was good, then he moved onto his right side. Every muscle from the Sternocleidomastoid all the way down to the Plantaris had moved about enough as he quit his warm up to wake his body up. He snaked his arms behind his back slowly hooking his hands together, feeling delicately every inch of his jacket.

'There they are.'

He expertly had untied his blouse's rope ties somehow through his jacket, even with all the extra cloth standing between his fingers and the ties he'd managed to untie all three knots going from just underneath the middle of his back. He put his hands back to their sides and then snaked them underneath his jacket until they had grabbed ahold of the floating flaps of his blouse that were once tied against his back.

Riiiiiiiiippp!

'Now to see if this'll allow me to do what I hoped that it would...'

Vwoooooshh!

A ghostly outline of a smile worked it's way upon his visage as he closed his eyes and sighed from relief. It had indeed worked he had torn the flaps on the back of his blouse allowing his back to fully be touched by his jacket. He's now constantly between two objects his silk blouse and his jacket. And if D.4.C. act's fast enough to protect it's user...

'My heart bursting wouldn't kill me fast enough to stop myself from transferring the wound to another version of myself. However for the heart of my soul... I very well would cease to exist after my demise... though saving America is my priority... I can't trust any other version of myself to complete this mission, I'm far from perfect but other versions of myself are... worse than even I am... a past version almost raped Lucy... though I let her believe that's me... it's more meaningful to hear a confession from the perpetrator than someone that knew them... if my reputation has to suffer for her peace of mind so be it...'

He looked down at his hands and thought upon all the problems that every single one of his collective memories held within themselves. Every single problem that every version of himself had was that they would just trust another version of themselves to complete the mission. In quite a few ways it was a selfless action to freely die for your goal and entrust it to another.

However every version of himself was different in some way or another and himself? Well he wasn't quite as easily put at ease as the other versions of himself, he tried to be a perfectionist in many ways even if he failed at them, but he never put tasks of his that were important to himself on others. Not even other versions of himself should he need, no, he was quite selfish too. He won't just die and give D.4.C. to another, no, he'll force another of himself to take those wounds upon themselves, he already has the memories of other versions of himself and their deaths he could remember every painful second of them.

'I'm better and worse than other versions of myself, no matter the timeline, the dimension, the reality. I'm better and worse, I know that guaranteed. This is my mission and I have to complete it, no cost is too great to save America, if a countless amount of versions of myself should die for America, so be it. The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants alike, if a billion versions of myself should perish for America's sake and my own, I will make it come to pass.'


A bit later...

Valentine P.O.V.

It was hard thinking about how much power he held in his hands. In a sense he held as much physical power now as he held political strength. He just looked on at his hands and made a fist in both, and slowly released them to see his gloved palms. It was oddly calming and yet... disconcerting that he knew exactly how strong he was now. As though one weight was lifted from himself only for another to be tied onto his legs.

It was a bit strange to feel powerless and powerful at the same time, he'd felt that way many times before, or at least other versions of himself had. He still remembers what they saw, what they felt... it all belongs to him now, regardless of whether he wants it or not, he doesn't have a choice.

He might as well get up, and check on the surroundings, they should be to the Trinity Church within the next five hours or so, and if his suspicion was right, there was most definitely others following his train to steal the Holy Corpse Parts. As well as to take him out of the equation.

Slowly he moved himself up from his seat and idly stood for a moment, thinking upon the actions he was going to take should someone be following him.

'If they seem to be even slightly troublesome, they shall be taken out immediately regardless of anything they have to offer me. I have a few options to do so. If D.4.C. can get ahold of them I can force their heart or other organs to another world, I could also simply have D.4.C. cleave them in two. Hmm there is an abundance of options and almost all of them are cruel. Forcing a Menger Sponge will always be a last resort. If one moves fast enough they can escape it.'

There was one thing that he hadn't tried before though, as the thought came to his mind, "What would happen should I remove D.4.C.'s power while forcing something into another world?" The knowledge of what happened should someone not have a power that allows them to exist in the nothingness between dimensions and outside reality, gravity will work to rectify that.

In a flash he was in the nothingness that was between dimensions, a place where should you not have D.4.C. you'd simply be erased entirely with nothing remaining, not even a single atom.

He looked around the vast nothingness and resolved to test another of his theories. Putting his hand into his pocket he pulled an empty beer can.

'There is two possibilities that are equally as likely. Either one will be a quick way to end any opponent...'

He looked down at the empty metallic can and simply dropped it from his possession and released D.4.C.'s power from it.

...

His smile only plastered itself on his face as he almost didn't believe his very eyes. Where he had dropped the empty beer can was now once again part of the vast nothingness that stretched on beyond measure. The can just simply didn't exist now. Nor will it ever exist again.

"This will be quite a useful way to dispose of someone should I need to. Though it still has the same outcome as a menger sponge. Though it's for the best to keep the fate of things that meet their copies as an Ace in the Hole. Quite a few things can be done with a menger sponge, the fragmentation it causes completely bypasses the durability of whatever it hits. Should someone figure that out they'll just run from me."

He was pleased with the results of testing his hypothesis, he simply vanished once again reappearing inside the familiar sight of his train car he was once occupying though it was a bit strange as he felt an unnatural cold air to the area. It sent his hair on end, giving him goosebumps across the entire surface of his skin.

'I suppose I was right then. It seems I do have some guests that wanted to take me out of this war. Whether they're a stand user however, that remains to be seen. Though I should reveal they no longer have the advantage of hiding away from me.'

He simply walked to his seat just a few steps away, with not a single one making a sound. As though they never happened, as he got to his seat he relaxed and closed his eyes. He laid his gloved hands upon his lap and before fully settling down he had summoned his stand. The behemoth of muscles simply hovered by it's users side with it's head cocked to the side as if wondering what was about to happen.

Before any other thoughts came to the forefront of his or his stands mind a loud cracking noise had happened right in front of himself as a strange blur of something shining came crashing down towards him.

Crack!

Creee-eeaak...

The hand of D.4.C. had already grabbed ahold of what turned out to be a very strange spear, on the blade itself it had strange markings that glowed, it connected to a wooden shaft that was held by a man wearing what seemed to be furred pants made for the winter. The man had tattoos that glowed an ethereal blue that went all the way from his waist to his temples.

"It seems I do have a new guest aboard on my train. Though I'm quite perturbed as to how you don't know that this is a private train for myself. Could you of not found a different time to bother me. By the looks of it however it seems you've intruded on another before if that face you're making is anything to go by."

This predicament certainly made this unkempt savage irritated but the Savage truly had no right to be irritated for the Savage was interrupting very important business that simply couldn't wait for anyone, and he was growing quite tired of this little game of strength that he was indulging this fool in.

'D.4.C.'

Vwoooosh!

"I shan't leave any loose ends. Too many times have I let some form of my emotions stop me from completing my objectives. From now on my rules have changed. For the betterment and safety of America."

Vwoooosh...


Third Person P.O.V.

In another world.

The barbarian-esque man didn't have even a secon to react to what Valentine had done. Just pushed into another reality with ease as though nothing was even there to stop the movement. The muscled savage was nearly slammed into the ground from thin air. The effects of D.4.C.'s dimensional travel can cause motion sickness and disorientation among other things. Though the Savage got up like nothing happened what so ever. The Primitive man just brushed the dirt off himself and looked around.

Though before the Savage continued to acquiesce his current situation the President's voice came from just a bit to the left of the man catching him completely off guard.

"To what do I owe this displeasure sir? I've seemed to be constantly interrupted at the worst possible times recently this past month. So far it seems this will be the fifth time in a row I do believe. I'd like to know for peace of mind as to why you're attacking the President of the strongest Nation on the planet?"

SCREEE-RRACK!

As soon as the President finished his sentence the Savage lashed out faster than even THE WORLD, the spear connected with the ground and cratered it on for kilometers without any discernable end. The entire ground shook with such unnatural movements it felt as though the very earth was trying to shed it's upper layer. Sadly for the Savage Valentine was simply leaning against a tree just a dozen odd feet away from the Barbaric monster.

Unknown to the Savage, Valentine had found a reality that was already destroyed, the entire earth was barren. Resources taken, the land scourged and raped for what it could sow. The land's in their entirety looked as though they were scorched by the heat of the very Sun itself. Trees bore no leaves, water simply vanished without a trace. Animals and people nowhere to be found.

Valentine chose this place subconsciously, though Valentine is strong, the man can only use so much of his power. He'd risk far too much if he didn't pull his punches normally, and this Savage certainly wasn't going to hold back a single muscle from destroying whatever he needs to get his way. The President was once at a disadvantage, now however, they're on equal ground.

No holds barred, the land is already destroyed so what does it matter to either if it is torn asunder or ripped apart even more?

"I see... you're not very talkative are you? A shame, I'd much rather not exert myself, especially on a fool such as yourself... though the way you carry yourself shows that you have quite a bit of... how should I put it... dignity with how you walk and move about. I'd like to dismiss you as just a savage looking for glory in bloodshed and wanton destruction but I don't think that's the case. I have an idea as to who you are... if that idea proves to be correct I'm afraid that this fight might've gotten even more disastrous for myself. However before I accuse you of who you are, I'd like to throw out another thought, that in some way you work for a man named Ainz."

As the President finished his thoughts on the matter the Savage actually let his stance falter and took a more thoughtful pose. The Savage was clearly more than what he appeared to be, as he simply sat and held his temples and pondered on his next actions.

Once the Savage spoke a heavy Norwegian accent accompanied his voice.

"Hahahaha As if I'd ever work for such a lout. Oh that's a good one lad, I haven't quite laughed that hard in quite a long while. However you aren't wrong in your accusation, I'm more of a guide to that stupid fool. He's got no such thing as honor or hope in my eyes however it's easy enough to point him a direction to something he wants. After all he does want the Saint's Corpse. He ain't got a clue as to what it truly is only that it's more powerful than his entire armory combined.

I guess in a way you could say he works for me. That is without ever realizing it himself. Little whispers here, little notes there, a dying cowboy. Just little hint's to get that Draugr to move towards my own goals without ever realizing it. As to your question of why I'm attacking you, it's because I know I can get you out of the way for that pathetic excuse for a man so that he can further along my goals.

I've only seen a bit of you here and there, something protects you from my crows and sight. I do have to say from what I've heard of the undead here and there you are quite the fighter, but I'm afraid I don't really care all that much about that anymore. Go ahead then finish what your going to say boy, your precious world is going to be mine soon enough."

Unknown to the Savage and Valentine, the Heart of the Saint's Corpse has protected him from the spying of the Savage with ease. This Savage is no ordinary man or thing but something else entirely.
However the Savage is a behemoth in every way, he very well might've chosen the wrong man to fight against.

Valentine simply stood there, the man's anger was reaching a boiling point that not even Shalltear Bloodfallen or any else had ever managed to cause. Here right in front of Valentine, stood the entity responsible for starting all of these event's.
The one that had thrown the world into turmoil, strife, decay, and destruction. The walls that crumbled, the men, women, and children that all died. The infinite amount of infinite lives and worlds that had been damned to be ravaged by some form of monstrous civilization. History destroyed, rewritten and torn asunder.

Valentine's heart near exploded at the rate it was going, first two beats a second then it went higher... and higher... until it was beating so fast that it very well might pop like a balloon.
Valentine's heart was contracting at near three hundred times per minute. The very veins in the Valentine's body could be seen everywhere as though his body was straining to even contain his blood as though it was the pure hatred that had flowed through him entirely.
However, Valentine's face never showed even a slight bit of a grimace.

Valentine just stood against the dead tree and rested his head against the decaying tree just closing his eyes and thinking on his possible answer to this.
Valentine's vitriol was only rising... his heart now contracted at over four hundred times a minute! A rate that any human should be dead!
Their heart bursting from the amount of abuse it would be going through but no.
Instead Valentine's blue veins could be seen all across his body, across his neck, face, and upper chest, threatening to burst from beneath his skin.

Even through all of this struggle that his body went through at this very moment, Valentine just simply sighed and walked a bit forwards from the tree and spoke to the Savage.

"I see. So, it seems what little knowledge I've learned of other parts of the world during my school days was not useless after all. As much as I love my America I know it's not perfect, indeed it's far from it.
However that's a speech for those that would listen to me and understand my plights. For people who have earned respect they can hear my truest thoughts, the very ideas that keep me going no matter what is thrown against me. Though... you too have endured haven't you, Odin I presume.

A theory I recently came across in the Bible is that all gods other than The Lord are indeed real, however simply put for lack of a better term, they're children throwing a temper tantrum alongside their older brother Satan. Just Angels who wanted more, who wanted to play God, to be God. I suppose that very well is the cas-"

KRAKOOOOOM!

The Savage now revealed to be Odin had struck at blinding speeds with the legendary spear Gungnir at Valentine.
The motion was so fast it appeared to distort space itself! And the land had suffered for it as the land sunk lower as the strike had caused such damage to the land around both men that it looked like they stood inside a Volcano!
Odin threw wild strike after strike with such abandon it seemed he was lost in a trance of pure anger. Every single hit however was just missing it's target by inches...


Valentine P.O.V.

Minutes later

'This is much more taxing than I thought it to be. The theory... the Bible proposed must be the case. The amount of power his strikes carry, they're terrifying. If I hadn't dragged him here. America itself would be culled if we had fought for an extended time...'

As soon as the damned bastard of an angel threw out another strike his stand's fist met it head on at the side, rocketing forward like gravity itself was pushing it forward. The spear was parried just long enough for D.4.C. to get a hit into the fucking admonish-able creature that had damned America to a face worse than death.

"It seems you've forgotten I've been on the defensive for the most part. I hope you didn't think I was incapable of attacking you, though knowing the history of the Norse god's I shouldn't be surprised that you're as foolish as you are."

The spear thrusted forward towards him billions of times in a flash. It was like a dance of death.

'D.4.C.!'

He pushed his stand, pushed it to move ever faster than even Odin was, his stand parried the strikes at the perfect time, leaving the damned bastard open for an attack of his own.

CRAAAAACCK!

Before his stand could even Strike, the bastard threw out a left hook so fast D.4.C. only just barely managed to retaliate with it's own, both fists met each other in a clash of strength. D.4.C.'s fist had cracked ever so slightly near it's knuckles. The Savage however... he had a bit more damage as his entire arm laid limp at his side as though it was completely unusable, served the wretch right.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME CHILD! DAMN YOU TO HELL! I'LL DEVOUR YOUR SOUL!"

Odin struck again and again more times than any could count or even comprehend within seconds, strike after strike. Each strike he could only dodge at this point.
This entire fight was going to cause more damage than he thought it would've.


It was hard for him to not want to laugh at the absurdity of it all, how all these situations led up to the perfect storm of insanity. And not to add even more but how ludicrous this all was, once upon a time he was just a regular everyday man, one that had Hope's and dreams. One that wanted to truly do his best in every way.

Then along came The Saint's Corpse, and the deific powers it could grant easily. Once you knew about such a thing, well it's easier said than done to simply forget about it.


More thrusts from Gungnir came his way, and every time one almost connected he simply vanished. It could drain his stamina quite easily should he continuously use D.4.C,'s abilities but he didn't have much choice.

"I thi-"

And another barrage of Jabs went at him like a firing squad trying to execute him. 'Of course the bastard would cut me off when I speak.' Again he had to dodge the troublesome spear of the damned monster that was this demon in front of him. Again and again he'd dodge simply trying to stay on the defensive.

'It seems the Holy Energy of The Corpse is also affecting him... I should take advantage of his ego, I only know a bit about mythology but there is one fact I know about Odin that'll give a blow to his ego. An obscure fact, I never thought would ever be important to know. Up until now I suppose.'

He broke off from his thoughts as now instead of dodging the strike, he had D.4.C.'s muscled arm shoot forward towards the spear and it grabbed it as firmly as it could. It was a bit of a struggle to keep it in place unlike earlier but D.4.C. managed to do so. All he did was look into the disgusting fool's eyes and smirked. 'I'm quite sick and tired of this insufferable fool.'

"I do think citizens of America are entitled to any form of self defense they want, I'm not quite sure that your a legal citizen of my fine country, and looking around... I don't quite think this really is America anymore."

As soon as he spoke that he had D.4.C. send the spear to another reality far from where they were currently. It did put him in a bit better of a mood but he could still feel his veins popping on almost every inch of his body.

Though he almost felt horrific pain as the bastard proceeded to start striking at him with his bare fists, faster than he'd anticipated. It was troublesome but D.4.C. kept up with the man, strike after strike D.4.C.'s fists struck the bastards as they caused shockwaves to travel as far as he could see, even off into the damn horizon.

'This is going to be a large set back... damn it...'


Third Person P.O.V.

Bang

Bang

Bang

Bang

Bang

Blow for blow, strike for strike, Valentine's stand and the false old god would hit each others fists, near billions of times every single second.
The shockwaves these strikes were causing was beginning to erode the surroundings even more so than they had before. It was as though the oceans and storms had eroded the area for eons.
Although this was new for Valentine as it seemed Demons and Angel's could also interact with stands to a minor extent. A new bit of info for the President surely, but not for Odin.

Though the battle was straining them both, eventually Valentine's stand managed to land a decisive blow on Odin. The uppercut was fierce and it struck true as it managed to blow a hole through the false god's stomach with a horrifyingly wet CLUUUURCH!
Odin could only barely register the pain as he was sent flying by the horrifically monstrous strength of Valentine's Stand.

It was enough to allow Valentine to catch his breath for a bit. Though Valentine is a strong fighter in every sense of the word indeed.
One could even say Valentine was very much made for a life of struggle and strife. However at Valentine's age now, his endurance and stamina had suffered considerably compared to his younger self.
At this point Valentine was heaving every time he went to breathe, his lungs felt like they were lit a fire, his bones felt like they were grinding and cracking into pieces. His muscles screamed at him every movement he made.

At this point however, Valentine was already all in, every chip he had in this gamble of a war, he had already bet them all, and they were both at a draw. Hopefully for Valentine the next draw will prove to be helpful.

"D.4.C.!"

Valentine shouted out his Stand's name and quickly disappeared, and just as quickly appeared more than a couple dozen kilometers ahead.
Where Valentine stood now, he saw the crater of where Odin had struck. It looked like a meteor had just crash landed from out of Orbit, however it didn't truly matter how much more damage was done to this world by either of them.

For this world, this dimension, it was already long forgotten now.

"AHHH! BOY IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO DIE!"

Odin's shout shook the very earth as his rage consumed him, Valentine was almost completely knocked away by the sheer force that came from the false god's angered cry. D.4.C. had only just managed to keep it's user from being sent flying by the reverberations that echoed throughout the land from Odin's cry luckily enough for Valentine. Just as soon however, Odin came barreling towards Valentine like a hound ready to rip apart a small animal on the prairie.

BAAANNNNGGGGG!

Odin's strike crashed into the earth with all the might of what the Norse stories foretold! Cracking the very earth for miles below and around, it was like the entire area was the site of an erupting volcano.
It was a horrifying show of strength, but Valentine was fine all the same, as he had disappeared and reappeared right behind Odin.

The words that could be heard next was not heard by many ever, but now Odin was one of the very scant few who had heard the phrase. And learned that Funny Valentine still had quite a few tricks up his sleeves, even at this point in the fight.

"Eclipse of World's."

As soon as that sentence left Valentine's mouth his stand had activated it's ability, it's hand simply pointing at where Odin stood. Instantly a tree appearing from thin air with not even a single bit of bark on it exactly where Odin stood!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Where it had appeared was straight through Odin's body.
It now was going through the demon's hip and exited from his left shoulder blade, the tree was not huge but it did have a circumference of at least seven inches, it looked like it had been speared through Odin with great force.
From the hole in Odin's stomach a person could even see the trunk of the tree going through it and upwards towards an area to exit.

It was quite a horrifying sight, one even Vlad the Impaler would applaud, as even though the tree had no bark upon it, blood now seemingly played that role.

Odin just snarled and as easily as the tree had pierced him, he broke it with as much ease and was already upon Valentine once again. Though Odin was slower as it seemed the Holy Energy was taking even more of a toll on him as he couldn't quite move at such blinding speeds anymore. Nonetheless Odin was still fast.

The strikes that came from Odin's lone fist were impressive, actual martial prowess was now shown instead of just blindly striking with brute force. Uppercuts, elbows, chops, anything that the demon could throw out to mix up his attacks against the President. It was starting to get to the President at this point, he could after all have D.4.C. parry the attacks but he could feel the strikes still when his stand moved them with it's own.

Valentine had to dodge still, staying as defensive as he could, but every time Valentine teleported he exhausted himself even more, D.4.C's ability was useful but such rapid use of it was taking it's toll. The Stand itself could go on forever, it's stamina was limitless but it's users wasn't. The amount of strain a stand can put on body and mind when used so much can prove to be fatal in dire circumstances.

Just as soon as Valentine disappeared from another strike Odin had sent his way he was struck by something that felt like he'd been burnt straight through.

SHOOOM!

Faster than Valentine could comprehend a beam of light had been shot at him out of his line of sight.

Shhh

Even faster however Valentine's stand had parried the beam of light, it's self preservation had kicked in as soon as that noise had even rang out. The speed at which it did so was faster than even the beam of light had achieved.

What now stood behind the President was a man in a strange headdress with feathers tattooed all across his body, as well as a tattoo of the sun upon his forehead. The man's eyes looked like blazing orbs of fire, he wore a gilded linen robe tied around his waist. Golden ornaments adorned his arms all around, as though he were a king of times past.

"Well Ra it's good to see ya, hadn't figured you'd ever show up to help. I guess even my visions can read faulty sometimes."


Valentine P.O.V.

'This entire situation is getting worse. I can't keep this up for much longer, my entire being is screaming at me. This entire gamble of a fight since the beginning has worn me out in too many ways. America needs to survive, I have to live for my dreams, I have to live for my people, for their dreams. If I die another that'll never complete my mission will take it over... however, I know I can waken the Heart... if I die, I die for my people and all of our dreams.'

When Christ saved him, his heart it was near bursting. It felt like his entire body had frozen up like it did all those years ago in the desert... when he first merged with The Heart of The Corpse. His own resolve for others awoke it twice before. Once it saved him, another time it almost killed him. He only had hope that it'd save more than just him like it had once before.

Just as his heart was feeling the crushing pain it had when his emotions overwhelmed him back at the safe house, he heard the damn voice of the bastard that was going to tear it all down. All the work of not only him, but every other President before him, every other man that laid their lives down on pointless wars just for more territory so other's wouldn't have to. Of every poor slave that didn't deserve the lives that were forced upon them by their people and his own. Of those that they stole this land from.

"Well boy, gotta say. It's a sorry situation you're in now, but at least not for me. I'll let Ainz know that you'd love for him to have The Corpse. It's time for some new management on the more Divine scale. Satan might've failed but we can go ahead and shoot a bit lower than him. Tell him Ra and Odin send their regards, when you get to Hell boy."

He could only think of a sentiment he's long held, one that drives him to push forward no matter the cost.

'If I fail... not just my dreams will be thrown to the wayside, but every single American's dream's will be thrown to the wind as well. Every single fucking sin... every single one will come back just to wreak havoc and revenge on every single man... woman... and child...'

Much to his own surprise he managed to right himself back onto his two feet, though he's not quite sure what Odin and Ra thought at this point. He couldn't really care to give them any thought, except for removing them from the present, past, and future of everyone's life and history.

"Well, well, it seems the prodigal son has deemed to fight on. I must say you are a fine soldier."

He could only assume it was Ra who spoke since the voice came from behind himself. Though at this point even hearing that bastards voice for the first time made him want to break anything he could.

At this point he decided not to even try to throw out thinly veiled insults and charismatic quips. Just speaking the truth, realistically that's all he should do for himself, and for his people. It may not be to the American people, but if he can't be honest with himself, he'll never be able to be honest with those that put their hope and trust in him. As much as he hated to even give an inkling of how he truly felt to these wretches he had to speak the truth at least for himself.

"I'm tired of this political song and dance, that pervades into almost every aspect of life at this modern age.
I could quite do without it,
I'm sick and tired of others judging America for our wrongdoings.
To think that'd out of anyone I'd be sick of it all, well is even quite amusing to myself... I'm quite tired of other nations pretending they are better than us.

This entire damn world revolts me, hypocritically pointing out the sins of our past while attempting to erase theirs from public memory, with no consequence.
Every single nation, with no exception has been built on the corpses of others, the blood of others, the work of others.
No matter the place, every damn nation has as much blood on their hands as we do ours.
With just as many sins upon their hands as we have, with no exception what so ever..."

He simply rolled his shoulders and massaged his temples, his anger was already rising once again like it had earlier, he felt sick. Like he was about to explode, it was itching him to go even further to do more, to do anything.

And then the fucking demon he's been dealing with for the past thirty minutes or more decided to chide him even more.

"Oh boo hoo boy. Deal with it, you're going to have all the time you'll ever need when you go to Hell you prissy bastard, your one of the most irritating louts I've ever fought but hey you're an alright fighter, but it's time for you to die, let's get to it R-"

"D.4.C.!"

ゴゴゴゴ

His blood felt like it was on fire, as though his blood was oil lit a flame. It was extraordinary, exhilarating even. It seems though that this drew both Odin's and Ra's attention. Cutting off Odin from flapping his gums, that wasn't intended but it was much appreciated nonetheless.

'No more of this damn game. I've had enough of this all...'


Third person P.O.V.

There the three stood for bare moments as the sun was just reaching the middle of the sky, bearing it's warmth down upon this destroyed world, still attempting to give life to the now barren world that it once sustained.

And for as little respite Valentine had given himself, he was just as quickly into the fight.

Already Valentine was moving through the battlefield appearing out of thin air and reappearing instantly! Hundreds of thousands of times around both Ra and Odin! The blur that was Valentine made it seem like there were millions of himself scattered all around!

BANG!

With a thunderous strike to the ground from Odin the battle begun. Valentine simply flashed around both of the god's, Odin and Ra both struck out with as much speed as they could muster they were both moving so fast that once again it seemed like space itself was folding in upon itself!

CRACK

CRACK

CRACK

Sadly for those two, every strike they threw simply missed their target. At this point even though they were capable of tearing entire countries asunder in minutes. Their strength now meant nothing in this fight.

Their deific physiques only giving them an air of superiority and nothing else, just simple aesthetics, that's all they accounted for now as both threw out every attack they could now, beams of light, fire and flame from Ra and Rune Magic from Odin.

SHRAAAAM!

KROOOOOM!

Their attacks tore apart entire areas for miles, devastating the barren world even more than it already was, turning this ball of lifeless rubble into even more pieces of debris, it was glorious some might say as the two fallen angels struck out with supernatural might as they destroyed even more of the land around them in a blind fury attempting to kill the now refreshed President.

"Huh?!"

Vshwoooo

Before Odin could even turn the hand of D.4.C. was upon his face, within an instant the stand simply teleported him elsewhere. A smart decision on Valentine's part, to get rid of one god to deal with another.

SHRAAAAM!

SHRAAAAM!

SHRAAAAM!

Three beams of light flew towards the President, but he never moved a single inch even as they went straight for him.

"What do you believe you're doing by sitting there and doing nothing?"

However much to Ra's surprise the beams of light just phased through Valentine as though he were made of light himself. Soon after in the distance the Beams of light simply exploded harmlessly destroying the land miles away from where Ra and Valentine stood currently.

"I suppose you can't see stands... intriguing, however that's of no import currently. I'm quite sorry to inform you but it seems Ragnarok is going to be bestowed upon you as well even if you aren't from the Norse pantheon... however I never quite cared for mythology and the stories of them, so it doesn't quite matter to me if some of the stories are told wrong."

The Moment Valentine finished his sentence, the President was already upon Ra. The President of the United States wasted no time in extricating his stands fist from it's side.

KRAKOOOOOOOOM!

The fist of D.4.C. flew out and struck with a Bolo Punch straight to Ra's neck the shockwave that boomed from the speed of the strike had sounded like the sky itself was split apart.

CRUUU-UUNCH!

CRAACK!

The noise was sickeningly wet as the blow sent the false god soaring forward like a meteor heading for earth. The false deity was not even a blur as he instantly hit land within less than even a second.

CRACK!

In the Horizon an entire mountain blew apart like it was rigged with explosives set to explode for Fourth of July. The debris was sent flying in every direction like it was a fragmentation grenade!

CRACK!

Then another shot apart again!

CRACK!

And again, and again for at least a dozen times that gut wrenching Cracking sound could be heard as mountains shot apart in thousands of pieces!
It was a sight to behold as the pieces shot near towards Valentine who was well over a couple hundred kilometers away from the mountainous region.
The President just stood, his stand ever alongside him. Looking on towards the destruction that he wrought.
Done so easily it was akin to pouring a glass of water or a nice cold Scotch, just a simple everyday task.


Valentine P.O.V.

"That much power?... that much is what a single piece of The Saint's Corpse holds... to think, I've had this much power this entire time. Though I was aware from the diary, to see it is something else entirely. The ability to destroy entire Nations at my beck and call... the ability to never have to send another young man to their death... for a pointless war over anything..."

He sighed and looked at his hands, it would be nice to think that none would have to die for any pointless wars... but the only difference would be that other Nations young men would now be the only ones dying for a pointless war. A sad truth but one he accepted as long as it saved American lives it was for the best, even should others have to pay with their blood.

Sighing once again he walked forward and quickly teleported between worlds moving ahead as fast as he could, within seconds he arrived at the mountain range that D.4.C. had sent the heathen bastard into.

It was a bit strange to see how much destruction you could cause, for him at least it was. He was never fond of war or killing others, but it was a necessity for life, and any who denied it. 'They are fools who wish to view themselves as better than others.'

"I suppose you can hear me Ra? Though in truth I suppose I don't realistically care if you can or not at this point, at this point I'm more so talking for my own mental state, it's indeed hard to keep your emotions bottled completely. I've learned that quite a bit lately, it's a foolish thing to do that'll more often than not result in problems for one self, however it seems that's not the case for me currently."


Play Kino: Gruppa Krovi


Vanishing once again he appeared behind where he was standing just seconds ago, D.4.C. holding onto the neck of the heathen monster that he had to deal with, luckily for him D.4.C. activated it's ability on it's own accord. 'It seems as though D.4.C. has a bit more sentience to itself while The Saint's Heart's in play... interesting.'
Though as he stood there another beam of light narrowly hit him, he could only sigh at that as D.4.C. wrapped it's hand around the false god's neck tighter, now that he thought about it he could make this a bit more torturous for one of the monsters that caused him all this trouble.

'D.4.C. take stance.'

With that single thought D.4.C took stance as he watched it, still strangling the demon with one hand, it took up an old stance he learned during his time in the Union Army. It was ever so slightly different than his own stance due to the height difference but that wouldn't matter for what he wanted D.4.C. do.

"Well even though I don't care too much for most stories in mythologies I have taken a shine to a handful of some. One of my personal favorites being The Tale of Daedalus and Icarus. It's been a while since I last read it but let's see if we can rehearse it, I've heard Egyptians do have a thing for entertainment so you shouldn't have too much difficulty in improvising I believe."

Much to his annoyance the damned heathen decided to attempt to speak, though it wasn't really any form of actual speech, more so just garbled noises of pain and creaking bones.

'Hgckk... aghk..."

He simply smiled and gave a raise of a brow and motioned with a small stage wave to D.4.C. to begin with the idea he had.

"HAAAAAAHH!"

The false god took in a deep breath but just as soon as the bastard did, D.4.C. was already beginning it's entourage of blows to the disgusting being. It was quite satisfying for him to watch as D.4.C. just beat upon the helpless fool.

A swift spear handed strike went straight through the false god's stomach and just as quickly exited as D.4.C.'s dorsal side of it's hand came bolting across his enemy's collar bone smashing the fool through another mountain off to the right.

CRUUUUU-UUNCH!

The entire mountain shattered and crumbled upon itself as the monster was sent through it, debris shot forth in every direction sadly that included his.

'D.4.C.'

With just D.4.C.'s name it went ahead and blocked pieces of the mountain rocketing towards him. Chop after chop breaking and utterly destroying the boulders that shot towards him like they were nothing, he checked to make sure no pieces of debris got onto his suit and thankfully none had as he brushed himself off just in case. 'Excellent form D.4.C., I'm glad my time in the army hasn't quite faded fully yet.'

" As much as I do appreciate your want to put your own twist on the story of Daedalus and Icarus, D.4.C., I do believe Icarus went soaring into the sky not into the Earth... though the poor boy did fall to the earth after his wings had melted. So I suppose your more forward approach makes sense."

He looked through the different worlds and rushed past them all as he reappeared right next to the now worse for wear monster he sadly had to deal with still. He just kneeled down to the barely breathing wolf in sheep's clothing and raised an eyebrow at him, he scratched his chin thinking on what to say and fixed his position a bit to have the impression of being above the bastard even more than he was.

He looked over and saw that D.4.C. was ready to strike at any moment, it's fist raised a few feet above the heathen bastard's head.

'Better safe than sorry. A sentiment I suppose I hold too more than most.'

It made sense to him that D.4.C. took the stance it was now in, it held quite a few of his feelings, after all it is a manifestation of his will... his fighting spirit, he could even go as far to say his... soul. Though that was a thought for another time however, as he now looked at the coughing form of the false god that had decided to aid another disgusting abomination much like itself.
He frowned as he thought on how much a hindrance both of these damn fools had been to him, he let out a small huff and gave an indignant stare to the wretch that thought it was so much better than anyone else.

Without even saying or giving D.4.C. a mental command it's right fist struck down onto the rotten bastard's face.

KRAKOOOOOM!

It was even louder than the past strikes D.4.C. had thrown, it would've burst his ear drums no doubt, thankfully he had removed them for long enough that they wouldn't burst, and let them return soon after the sound from the strike had passed.

As the dust settled he saw that the hole he now found himself in was quite large, as he kneeled and looked around the entire area looked like it was where a sea used to be. It looked to go on, dare he say at least for... seven or so kilometers and he was at least four or five kilometers beneath the edges of the crater. As he was looking around he finally decided to look at the false god that D.4.C. had just struck.

The wretch's head was almost completely crushed, the headdress wasn't even recognizable anymore and neither was most of the reprobate's body, it was like D.4.C. had stomped on the bastard like a child would a pumpkin. Though the demon was still very much alive, if you could even call it that at this point.

"I do think it would be cathartic for me to leave you like this for the rest of your seemingly immortal life. Though you very well could have the ability to regenerate or a number of other abilities or things that would allow you to heal yourself... however I imagine that what I currently have in mind will be much more painful for you. Time to get you off of the chess board permanently. You should be more careful gambling with a Politician, after all we're the reason the term back stabbing even exists."

He simply looked on at the near mush that was most of the demon's body and let out a small 'Hmph.' as D.4.C. touched the the mulch like substance that was the damned fool, and simply forced him between the gap between dimensions, the void, the nothingness that only God can truly walk in.

'That should work to permanently keep Ra off of the playing board. Should someone without D.4.C. attempt to enter the Gap outside of Reality, gravity doesn't take too kindly to it, ripping not only their body but soul asunder as well.'

He simply thought on what to do next, it's not quite wise to prolong this situation more than he already has. Though it is indeed tempting to beat these wretches around. He didn't usually like wanton violence however... this was an exception.

"D.4.C. I believe it's time to go. Please take me directly to Odin, I'd like to end this situation once and for all."


End Song


Play Kino: Peremen


He felt the rush of dimensions passing by as D.4.C. brought him to the reality he had stuck the first false god in.
He felt the hot Ray's of the sun on his hair and back as he finally appeared in the world Odin was stranded in, it was much like the world he was just in.
Though he'd destroy as many other worlds as he would have to save America, he'd rather not bring harm to more worlds than needed.

He saw the demon just up ahead a good hundred yards or so away... just sitting down? Well it appeared that way the only thing that came to his mind that the false god could be doing was meditating, it was a fairly popular activity for the Vikings. So it made sense, but he was still weary of the wretch.

'I'd rather not take any unnecessary risks currently. It'd be foolish of me to try to play on his anger like I have done earlier in this fight, it is for the best just to get to the point. We have the advantage now but I do think we can cause a bit of trouble for the man before we remove him for good.'

He still certainly wanted to cause the once divine angel as much pain and suffering as he could, but he'd have to do it fast. Even with how strong he is currently he'd rather not take risks. It was unwise to overestimate one self at any moment because eventually there will be a bigger fish in the pond and that'll be a rude awakening should he not temper his expectations of himself and others.

He thought on what to do, and he knew exactly what he wished to do it would be tricky to pull off some of this but he had a feeling that he can do it, even as trying as it might be to himself.

He immediately faded between worlds time and time again and within less than a second he was already upon the false god, D.4.C. already striking at the man with as much strength as he could muster.

KRAK-KRAKKOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!

The monster had somehow managed to dodge D.4.C.'s attack!? He had no idea how the man had managed to dodge D.4.C. at this point. It was ludicrous to him that he had missed him as well. He just looked on... in grim wonder as the area that D.4.C. had struck was even more of a barren waste than it was before.

He had no time to focus on that as the bastards voice struck his ears.

"WELL LAD IT'S ABOUT TIME! LET'S GET TO IT!"

'D.4.C.' that was the only thought that had echoed in his mind at this moment that the monstrous demon spoke to him. He just let his emotions flow and fuel him even more than they had before.

He saw while moving through worlds that the demon had struck millions of times at the spot that he had occupied but instead dealt with the same confusion that he had been stricken with just moments ago.

And he reappeared right next to the monster and let a small grin creep onto his face as D.4.C. began it's assault.

Right as the fool turned around to face him D.4.C. had already struck with sky shattering blow to the monster's ribs, sending the wretch flying into the mountain range to the right.
The sounds of the first mountain shattering immediately told him to attack again. Flying past dimensions and reaching the reprobate in seconds, D.4.C. struck with a downwards hammer-first with it's left hand and sent the foul bastard streaking all the way down into the land.


Third Person P.O.V.

At this point anyone could easily tell that President Valentine was having a grand old time of the fight that he was currently in, though fight is too dishonest of a word, more of a execution in all honesty at this point.

The beautiful sky blue fist of Valentine's stand came crashing down upon Odin like a Biblical disaster and with all the righteousness of one too. The strike sent Odin like a damned baseball through at least a couple dozen mountains throughout the Appalachian's, as though the stand was batting the old god like he was made for being hit through solid objects.

Though sadly for Odin that wasn't quite all Valentine had up his sleeve. Valentine did have a few theories that still needed to be tested of course and lucky for Odin, he get's to be the one that is on the receiving end of them. As Odin laid battered, bloodied, and bruised, the fist of D.4.C. went into the ground at least a few hundred feet away.

And with a loud. KRAKAKAKAKOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!

The fist came shooting out of a piece of the rubble that was right next to Odin, hitting the so called god with so much strength that had anyone been alive in this world they'd be able to hear the catastrophic noise throughout any of the neighboring states.

"I see, I was right in my assumption. As long as I can find a world where the ground my enemy occupies is near me I'll be able to reach that space with D.4.C. in my current world by going through the other world's space. Intriguing."

Valentine was quite happy with the outcome of this test, it gave the Leader of the Free Nation a much needed boost in his stands effective range of striking.

Valentine looked at his stand and the command had been given the moment the man's eyes met the stand's. Immediately Valentine's stand forced it's hand through the rubble again this time the hand of Valentine's stand came out from the rubble and instead of going for a strike against Odin it instead each and every finger of the stand pierced through the poor man's side all the way up to the first knuckle on it's hand.

As soon as those fingers pierced Odin, his ability to fight was all but alright. Multiple times the strange sound of Valentine's stand could be heard to the President signifying that the thought the Politician had was correct.

At first Odin didn't feel any pain, that was until he felt his body was missing something.

"AGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH! STTOOOOOOPPPPPP YOU HONORLESS SACK OF SHIT!"

However Odin's yell didn't wound Valentine's pride what to so ever, Odin didn't know this but for all the war Valentine's seen he doesn't care about honor. To Valentine it's always been a foolish thing to throw away your life and others that could've instead be put to work as the next greatest men America could ever see.

Instead Valentine had his stand continue it's attack, first it was a bone here and there, then strands of muscle, then entire organs, the stand had forced all of these body part's into the void outside reality, fully destroying them and any hope Odin had of them regenerating.


Odin P.O.V.

'WHAT IS THIS POWER!? WHAT IS HIS ABILITY I'VE NEVER HEARD OF THE DAMN THINGS HE COULD DO IT WAS ALWAYS OUT OF MY SIGHT... Wait!? NO... THE CHRIST'S CORPSE WAS PROTECTING HIM FROM MY SIGHT AND EVEN MY RAVENS, THAT'S WHY I COULDN'T SEE ANYTHING ABOUT HIS POWER'S WHY I COULD ONLY EVER SEE GLIMPSES OF HIM FROM THE PAST AND NEVER THE PRESENT OR FUTURE!?'

He'd break out of this damned situation, he's fought things that could change entire universes when he had worshippers but damnit... he didn't have even a fraction of the followers that he used to have, he didn't care about whatever they did as long as they gave him power but now after Christianity has spread so far his power has been all but diminished to nothing.

He snarled and fought through the pain and started thrashing with his legs as best he could, but it wasn't enough damnit, he'd be worshipped more than Christ ever could be he deserved to be! He refused to have his throne taken from him, he was more fit than God or Satan could ever be to be the Ruler of everything.


Song End


Play song Fallout 2 Soundtrack: Vats of Goo


Valentine P.O.V.

'If he keeps trying to escape D.4.C.'s grasp he's going to kill himself faster than I am... I should be able to rectify that... D.4.C. destroy his spine.'

Instantly D.4.C. did as he had commanded it to do. The spine of the damned monster was sent to the void much like his other filthy bodily items, he just sneered at the wretch who was at least a couple hundred feet away. He still wanted to see if Eclipse of World's could work on some more... hard to grasp things. The ability had a range of around a full city block or more though it took quite a lot to be precise with what was pulled out and put into his current dimension.

'If I don't attempt it I'll never know if It'll work like how I thought it might... the question I have though is what should I attempt to bring first. I'm not certain any of the things that might be brought through can hurt this bastard at this point... I'll leave my theory for another time.'

He just shook his head and spoke at the bastard who had truly caused all of his damn headaches and problems for the last few weeks or more.

"I'm sorry I haven't had much banter for you, Odin of anathema, I just find myself more concerned on actually taking this much more serious than normal. Normally I'm quite talkative, though I have a feeling you don't like to talk that much after all the exploits of yours in the old stories always painted you as a warmonger. I'm not surprised you allied with Satan, though you might've been an angel at one point, you were corrupted..."

"FU-"

D.4.C. threw the fool as hard as it could into the broken mountain chain just to the right, the bastard went rocketing through a couple mountains busting them apart like they were explosives collapsing a mine shaft entirely. Though it was quite cathartic for him to see the bastard get sent through more mountains, it was foolish to keep showing off his power.

'I'm still not fully aware of what he's capable of, I should end this before my complacency allows him to gain an upper hand in any way.'

He had D.4.C. rush him through dimensions once again and found himself right next to the fallen angel that had caused him so much strain. The man was not nearly as bad off as the other had been but he was thoroughly damaged.
Holes the size of a dinner plate through his chest and hip, as well as on the shoulder, as well as pieces of flesh ripped entirely off showing what little muscle remained as well as the near hollow insides of the monster.

Still he held such contempt for this bastard that he wanted to just keep up this torture even with how badly damaged the demon was... but it was the best to get the wretch removed as soon as possible to make sure the influence the bastard had wouldn't grow any more than it had already.

He spoke what he said next with as much vitriol as he could muster in his voice just to get it drilled into this monster's brain before he would never be able to contemplate anything ever again.

"Had you been a good child and listened to your Father you'd never have had to deal with the strife and eons of pain you've felt. I'm not sorry for my treatment of you, I wished to continue it even longer to see if I could figure out a bit more of the secrets my own powers still hold to me, but it's for the best you're destroyed right now. I'll let you understand what's about to happen just so I can see the regret in your eyes...

That you'll never be able atone for your actions unless God himself wills it to be. I'm going to remove you as a threat entirely. I'm sure you're well aware of that void, the nothing that exists outside of reality itself, the place that only God can truly freely move in, after all you were once an angel. This should be something you are aware of. I'm going to force you into that 'place' for lack of a more humanly comprehensible term. This is where we part... hindrance."

If the wretch's eye was anything to go by the bastard knew exactly what he was going to condemn him to, this just gave him even more pleasure as he yelled "D.4.C.!" and had D.4.C. summon dozens of stalagmites piercing the insufferable bastards body and just as soon forced the disgusting bastard into the nothing outside of reality. He watched on for just a moment till the monster's existence was removed from ever interfering with his America...

Vshwooooo


Song End


Valentine P.O.V.

A few seconds later, within the root world.

'Good... it seems no one has noticed my absence. D.4.C. stay on guard should anything else be following us I wish to take care of whatever it may be with more ease. I can already feel that The Heart of The Saint's Corpse is no longer giving me the strength that I had needed for that war of attrition. Though I still have the strength to destroy cities at my fingertips but I can't let that get to my head.'

After putting D.4.C. into a more alert state he walked forward towards his booth in the Train, he's had something he's wanted to do for quite a while now... ever since achieving Love Train, he's seen some, intriguing worlds that he had felt a certain endearment towards there was something he had wanted to give to a group that truly might need it.

'I already have The Saint's Corpse... a piece of The Cross isn't too much to part with. It's already been hard enough to hide The Saint's Corpse alongside the other artifacts that Christ had left on Earth... it's for the best another has it.'

His thoughts threatened to consume him so he decided to just sit in his booth and took a piece of paper and a pen from another realm as his hand slipped between his jacket and his pant's. It could take him the remainder of the time of the ride to even finish his letter. 'I might not have to throw away the letter should I write something I don't like. I should be able to send the Ink to a different realm as long as something else is on top of the paper.'

He decided to test this theory and wrote just his name upon the piece of paper and put his hand over where his name was written, simply thinking 'D.4.C.' and as soon as he removed his hand, his writing was gone from the page completely, as though it was never there to begin with.

He smirked ever so slightly at seeing this, it was quite exhilarating to find even more uses for his ability.

"This'll prove invaluable. No more throwing away any of my reports, forums, letters, none of it. Good... then it's time for me to truly get started on writing this letter."

He begun writing as well as he could. Though he could use D.4.C. to write faster and more precise than any man or woman could ever hope to achieve, that felt... insincere to him. He wanted to write this letter with his own hand, not D.4.C.'s, even if it was him to some extent. He was the truest version of himself and thus he had to be the one to write the letter for it to be truly genuine.


Third Person P.O.V.

A couple hours later.

"Amen."

Valentine's voice rang out as though it resonated with divine power. Instantly the letter that was neatly put inside a envelope with the wax Presidential stamped Seal with a strange bump within it was gone from sight almost instantly. One might wonder what happened to this letter, who can honestly say? One might find out if they look hard enough...

Though it can be said for certain that this was a true miracle, and only a true miracle could achieve what was just done to the letter that Valentine had worked so hard to write as perfectly as possible.


Author's Note.

I suggest everyone here to read "A Legacy to Protect" By my good friend Donuthair5618, as well as some things that have happened and might happen within A Legacy to Protect might explain what has happened with the Letter that Valentine has written and how it disappeared.

Sorry for being so late on posting everyone, it was just a bit hard for me to find the direction I wanted certain elements of the story to take. Currently I already have a couple chapters already roughly written out so it shouldn't take too long for them to come out, though I can't completely promise that for a one hundred percent fact, it's a pretty good chance that they'll come out much faster than this chapter did.

I'll answer questions for reviews in the next chapter but I'm going to answer a couple things that I think some may wonder.

Unlocking The Heart's power is not easy and very well can kill Valentine and end the story, he can not spam use it and it has to be awoken when he can actually handle it.
As well as Unlocking Love Train is a possibility however if it ever does happen, it'll be a bit different than it was when Valentine achieved it in Steel Ball Run for a few reasons.
As for another thing if people have wondered about the little pillars of light in some chapters that sometimes pop into existence near D.4.C. is a hint at what it actually is the Stand of though trust me, it'll be hard to guess I can guarantee you that much.

Valentine is only ever going to get little by little tid-bits of information about D.4.C. in the diary he has. He's going to have to figure out what D.4.C. can do on his own for the most part.