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Third Person P.O.V.

Nazarick Throne Room

The room itself was almost completely barren except for Ainz himself sitting on his throne. Just a few meters in front of him were the remains of Shalltear, almost completely gone. Turned into nothingness through pure Holy power.

Even when Ainz touched it with all of his god level gear it hurt, he had almost complete resistance to Holy magic, but this strange energy completely bypassed it, like it never existed.

Ainz went through dozens of magic skills and abilities just to keep the small part of Shalltear from being consumed by this Holy energy.

Ainz had already isolated the small piece of Shalltear in a bubble of frozen time, which only slowed down the energy, it still consumed Shalltear's less than a couple inches of flesh that remained.

Ainz knew he had to revive her, he wasn't sure if this energy would still remain when she was revived, but it was his best chance to save her since he hadn't informed anyone else about what happened to Shalltear.

Ainz simply looked on at the small piece of Shalltear. He then pulled out a large black piece of cloth akin to blanket, and got up from his throne, as he walked towards the bubble of frozen time, once he entered the bubble he felt the raw energy that permeated from Shalltear's flesh, it was overwhelming, so intense was it that it started to make the undead king of Nazarick begin to feel sick.

Because of that he was very careful in his approach towards what little remained of Shalltear, as he made his way near the flesh and then draped the cloth completely over her almost non existent remains.

As soon as the notification to revive Shalltear popped up he did so eagerly, as he did another 500,000,000 Yggdrassil gold went down the drain, but to Ainz that was a small sacrifice to keep one of his Denizens safe.

As Ainz did this he was internally sweating, he would have to tell all of the other floor guardians about what type of strength this world they were now delving into had, at least eventually. He couldn't risk an uproar in Nazarick if they found out what he saw so soon though, the amount of panic that it would cause would be immense.

As soon as Shalltear was revived she instantly spoke excitedly with a spark in her eye.

"Lord Ainz-Sama!?"

Ainz looked down to see that Shalltear was once again as alive and well as an undead could be. Faster than the emotion blocking ring of his could activate, Ainz picked Shalltear up and embraced her in his arms. The ring now only taking affect as his eyes glowed briefly and he coughed out a tiny bit, and looked down at Shalltear.

Before speaking, he let out another cough and cleared his throat.

"Oh, I'm quite sorry Shalltear. I was just eager to see you once again. You had a run in with something I didn't foresee happening. I'm deeply sorry..."

However as the ever loyal guardian Shalltear was, she wouldn't view it in any other way than it being her fault for her loss.

"Lord Ainz it's all my fault I'm so sorry!"

Ainz looked down at Shalltear and waved his hand, once he did so she was once again clothed in her dark Victorian style dress, she was awestruck as she saw this though if asked she would also likely admit that she was indeed turning a shade of pink from being so close to the one she loved in a more... intimate way.

"It's not your fault Shalltear, it's mine I'm afraid... I didn't calculate that there could be something so... powerful in that world aside from the item you were looking for. If you can find it in your heart, I ask you to please forgive me for my short sightedness."

Ainz bowed his head just a bit at Shalltear as his ring activated once again to keep his emotions in check. However before he even got an answer, he was almost thrown down as he now saw Shalltear was hugging his midsection and crying into him.

Shalltear spoke in an almost jumbled mess due to the amount of emotions running through her in the current situation.

"I'm so sorry Lord Ainz! Please don't blame yourself it's not your fault!"

Ainz simply chuckled underneath his breath, and fell down onto his skeletal knees, as he embraced Shalltear into his arms as she was still crying into him, he pat her upon her back, though underneath Ainz's calm demeanor his mind was running a hundred miles an hour, trying to figure out what to do about his current predicament.

Ainz P.O.V.

As he sat down embracing Shalltear he realized how bad this situation was. He'd be damned if he lost this far in though! But... what he saw when he managed to use the gate spell and save what little bit of Shalltear he could, still haunted him.

'That man... I only heard a tiny bit, when I managed to cast the Gate spell and get Shalltear out of there, I could understand some of what he said but there's no doubt he's an American, he's the sitting President too... it's best to find out what he's capable of, he has the power of the entire American military even if it is before World War II they still have extreme amounts of firepower... What he said though... utterly terrifies me...'

"I'll wipe Japan off the face of the earth should he ever threaten my America again!"

He could only think of the raw anger and power that exuded from the man as he said that. He couldn't underestimate him what so ever, the man wasn't what he seemed at all. This President held a dark secret and he was sure of it! The Holy power alone that radiated from that man made him feel like he was under the crushing weight of the entire sea! When they fought he knew he'd have to take every precaution possible to win this fight.

'And his stats... they were... terrifying. He must have the item I'm looking for, his strength is insane. He's part of my world too, but he's far before my time... If he destroys Japan I might not even exist!? all of this will retroactively be erased...'

Funny Valentine

Level ?

Racial Class

Human ?

Biblical Angel ?

Biblical Seraphim ?

Biblical Arch Angel ?

Chosen ?

Job Class

Politician ?

President ?

Saint ?

True Saint ?

Martyr ?

The Lord's Chosen ?

HP ?

MP ?

PHY. ATK ?

PHY. DEF ?

AGILITY ?

MAG. ATK ?

MAG. DEF ?

RESIST ?

SPECIAL ?

'His stats are beyond any other Player I've seen back in Yggdrassil, and the New World, his stats even go beyond some world bosses, I'm going to have to think on how to wage this war carefully... but the one thing that scares me the most at this point is his alignment, there's something seriously wrong with this guy.'

For the split second that he had seen Valentine's alignment he saw something he had never seen before, and it truly chilled his bones down to the marrow.

Funny Valentine.

Alignment

+400 GREAT GOOD

Alignment

-400 GREAT EVIL

His alignment flickered from great good to great evil every chance it could as though he had such opposing forces inside him, they were so ingrained that neither could truly take over the other. It went from the highest possible good to the highest possible evil. He hadn't ever heard of something like this even back in Yggdrassil, no one in the Guild saw something this strange happen, sure people could change their alignments over time but they wouldn't ever flicker back and forth like this.

The closest thing he could describe it as, was a glitch in the system, something that wasn't intended, or meant to happen, but it was anyways, as though someone was trying to glitch the game by breaking it in every way they could.

'This isn't good, this isn't good at all, what can I do about this..."

Valentine P.O.V.

It didn't take too long to change areas of the safehouse with pieces from other realities, though it was tedious making sure that none were made from the same exact building or else they would destroy the rest of the safehouse. It was an exercise on how much he could control the power of D.4.C. but it still took a great deal out of his stamina to keep up the constant switching of pieces of buildings and making the safehouse look pristine once again.

It took only a few seconds to teleport close enough to the safehouse once again and that allowed him to get everything fixed up before he had brought the soldiers, maids, butlers, and house guests back.

'It took some time to convince them all that the Germans gave us such amazing technology that we could go to different timelines within the world. Though with some subterfuge and some magic courtesy of you D.4.C. it wasn't the worst experience ever. I don't think my psyche can handle something akin to that any time soon.'

Thankfully everyone was able to board the train that came back to the safehouse to make it back up to New York. He decided to stay for a while though, he wanted to recuperate a bit, he had D.4.C. rip up most of the train tracks and replaced them with tracks from another universe so that the train wouldn't be subject to the damage he had caused to the railway as well as the surroundings.

He cringed at how dirty he had got doing all of the repairs to the railroad, It took a bit to get enough mud as well to fill in all the ditches and craters that were caused by the fight between him and his unpleasant guest and her entourage of ghoulish creatures. Just thinking about those damn beasts made his stomach churn.

But for the time being he could just sit on his office couch as he had finally cleaned himself from all of the mud he had covered himself with. He was Just laying with his coat on his lap and his sleeveless white blouse on as well as his dress pants and shoes, he did quite like the pink coat and dress clothes he usually wore, but the silver white getup of his was a very close second.

'If I have to change my ensemble I see no reason to stick to only a single style. It's too bland for my taste, though I am the President of The United States of America there is no reason for me to keep myself from other outfits of mine.'

The light breeze that came from the window he left open helped calm his nerves as well as his mind. He also let D.4.C. stay out however as he needed something to keep watch over him during his moments of vulnerability.

The muscled Stand was ever watchful at the current moment due to all that had happened to it and it's master, the room was big enough for the most part that it could stand up and walk around without having to crouch down fully if it decided to become tangible, though it did hunch ever so slightly so that it's horns didn't scratch the wooden ceiling.

It was peaceful and it was grateful for that, it never quite knew why it felt such a kinship to it's user as it looked at him sound asleep, even though it is his soul in some sense, it was also sentient and had it's own thoughts.

It cared a great deal for it's user like a guardian angel in a sense. It also held a great respect for it's user. Though every now and then, it felt even a melancholic disappointment and sadness for it's user and the choices he made now and again.

Though it just sighed with no noise at all as it laid it's upper back and head against the coffee table as the rest of it's body slumped onto the ground off of it. It just looked at it's user as it kept as quiet as a mouse, and laid as still as a statue, waiting for any chance it would need to defend it's user.

His dreams were full of all the conflicting feelings he had with his actions. What he had done to his subordinates, to his fellow American's, to... Lucy... they were all things he had done either out of a sense to protect his country and keep it safe, or out of a egotistical desire. The one he regretted most... was the attempted rape of Lucy Steel. Out of all of his actions that is the one he wished he could take back, the one that wounded him the most mentally and emotionally.

Men he would call his compatriots and even friends... he let die just so that he could gain the Saint's Corpse. Every single one of his actions he took he could always justify throughout his life, but now? He wasn't quite sure if he was able to make as good of decisions as he could when he was younger...

What hurt the most to him, was that he wasn't even the same Valentine that had tried to rape Lucy... or allowed atrocities to happen, but he could remember the memories of the past versions of himself. Every single one that had possessed D.4.C. at one point every single one of their memories were etched into him, including their deaths, and the pain that went with their deaths. Every single memory... was etched into his very being, all of the memories were like they were his very own.

To say nothing of the nightmares he had either, the one that he was experiencing right now wasn't doing him any favors and he knew that much.

"NOOOOOOO!"

He woke screaming as he righted himself and leaned his back against the arm of the couch where his head once laid at the start of. He felt the touch of his stand as he looked it in the eyes and quickly let it know all was well, or as well as it could be. As his stand went back to the coffee table and lounged about he looked at his hands.

Calloused, rough, muscled like those of a farmhand or farmer that labored their days away, he rarely let other's see his hands naked, he didn't like others knowing just how capable he was, it was always good to have some form of wool over an opponent's eyes. Sweat dripped down them ever so slightly at this point as well, even with the cold air coming from the window of the near sunrise sky.

His blouse was even Sleeveless and had the two buttons above the ruffled neck unbuttoned fully showing his neck and collarbone, he had no idea how he could of even worked up such a sweat with so much of his skin open to the cool air.

'This is starting to grow ever so tiresome. The same nightmare over and over again when I sleep, some nights it haunts me, others it does not. How do they affect me so deeply... these damn thoughts only bring me closer to a tipping point.'

He looked around and decided to pick himself off the couch and shut the window till there was only an inch open allowing some fresh air to still get in. After that he closed the shades and cloth blinds to prevent the light of the early morning sunrise from interrupting his sleep.

Steadily he made his way to the office door and locked it as he went to lay back down on his couch to try and sleep for a couple hours longer. Though he needed to get to Trinity Church to make sure Lucy and Steven had made it, he could barely think with all the fatigue and stress on his body and mind.

He picked up his coat and put one of the sleeves over his eyes as he closed them, having the rest of it lay underneath his head acting like a pillow to cushion his neck and skull. He put his left hand on his right shoulder, and his right hand on the left side of his waist as he almost held himself in a style he had seen Diego once do before.

'I've always wondered why Brando held himself like this now and again, I suppose it does have a feeling of reassurance to it. Not surprising he chose such a pose with the ego he had... I did tell Lucy and Steven I would be meeting with them as quickly as possible, though after that fight I need as much rest as I can get before I make my way to them. If they worry they worry, there is no other way I can go about this situation currently.'

Valentine P.O.V.

A few hours later...

"Aaahhhh... hmmmm..."

As he awoke his yawn only lasted for a few seconds as he took the sleeve from his jacket off his eyes and tidied up his office couch. It was relaxing for him though he needed to make it to New York he saw no harm in making sure everything was in order within his office.

He stretched out his left side then his right, slowly taking a breath in and out as he woke up his muscles, his arms went from his chest to his back as he turned from left to right and then touched the tip of his toes. He rotated his head clockwise then counter clockwise to get any knots within his muscles out, as he finished doing the few stretches he wished he sighed.

'It's for the best if I make sure no one speaks of anything involving this event. Some favors will need to be called in but I can make it happen, these times are going to call for even more underhanded tactics than usual. Anything and everything I can use will be needed for this war. However before any of that can be done I need to grab my diary and my book.'

As he thought on his tasks at hand he walked towards his desk and opened the drawer. As the drawer opened a smile crept across his face as he felt the latch on the left side and pushed it up, revealing a dark tan diary that held his initials of F.V. on it.

He took his diary and flipped through to see if everything was still in order.

'Some pages written in ancient Greek, mixed with Morse code, no one's exchanged it for a look a like... good. The other should be over to the right side of the drawer then...'

As he put his hand into the drawer once again he felt that it was gone from the drawer, his eyes widened in shock and anger. He knew he set it down into the drawer after he fixed the office! So why the Hell was it not where he put it! He frantically opened the drawer even more and took it out from the desk and was angered to find it wasn't in the compartment where his diary was. He slammed the drawer into the desk almost shattering the entire oak desk, splinters flew into his hand, he walked back towards the couch to get his jacket as his anger swelled.

"Did someone arrive while I was asleep, D.4.C.?"

As he looked to the coffee table his stand simply shook it's head twice. 'Well this is going to be irritating, that Bible is near eighteen hundred years old. There aren't many like that... whoever Shalltear's master 'Ainz' is, might of had a hand to play in this...' Valentine was furious as he thought on how the Martyrs of Japan were treated by the government, he knew his actions weren't one to boast about, but the way those men were killed simply for their belief it sickened him deeply.

"We are going to New York... I'm taking one of the Corpse Part's with me. We're going to find whoever this Ainz is and see if he had something to do with taking my property... I can only assume he has, just to slight me for killing one of his subordinates."

As he spoke, his brows furrowed as he put on his silver jacket and tried to calm himself so that he wouldn't have another outburst, that was the last thing he needed right now.

An hour later

Third Person P.O.V.

The train had made it's way to the Alabama safehouse that President Valentine commissioned stood. Though a bit early than expected to the conductor and President Valentine. It was a welcome surprise to the latter as unbeknownst to the conductor he was in quite a sour mood due to the perceived theft of his centuries old Bible, one that even had signatures from some of the apostles in it.

Valentine for the most part blew past the conductor only telling him: "Get us to New York, if you can do that in under five hours I'll give your employer a glowing recommendation to give you a raise. I'm sure that would be a welcome benefit would it not?" After that the only thing the Conductor could say ecstatically was: "Of course Sir! I'll do my best!"

Valentine gave the conductor a simple smile, as he walked past him. Valentine was looking forward to getting some more rest to ease his mind as the train carried on through it's route to New York. After a dozen odd seconds or so Valentine made it to the second to last train car and sat down in the booth to his right and closed the sliding door as he propped his legs up on the booth just opposite of where he sat.

Choo

Choo

The familiar noise of steam leaving the cylinders propositioned Valentine to smile as he crossed his arms on his lap, and looked outside to see the scenery begin to move by slowly. Though Valentine did close his eyes to try and get some rest before his thoughts could wander to the dire circumstances still happening in the world.

Hopefully Valentine could get some rest, because unbeknownst to him his journey to save America and dare I say even The World itself was even longer than he could of ever imagined.

Seconds later, in a place far beyond any material and non material plane...

The glowing form of an Adonis like figure slowly made it's way through the streets of a paradise eternal, he looked as though he was a perfect man in every way, as though chiseled from stone his skin was pale white as it was deeply contrasted by a figure just as beautiful as he that had just appeared.

Another figure just as much an Adonis as the first the only difference was his skin was a dark brown, it radiated the same yellow energy that the first figure had as well.

"Hello brother Jeremiah! How are you doing today."

The figure that just appeared spoke in a lithe yet baritone voice, that echoed around the incomprehensible streets that they walked.

The figure that we've been following however smiled at this and spoke in an effeminate voice, like that of a younger sibling.

"I'm doing fine Jebediah, I was just thinking on some things. Is there something that you need, brother?"

The now named Jebediah shook his head, his black curly locks bouncing as he did so and smiled at Jeremiah.

"No, I just wanted to come and tell one of my favorite brothers that I would be gone for a time, to help upon Earth."

Jeremiah seemed intrigued by this revelation as he walked on with Jebediah, passing by countless people of all different looks of every land, race, and ethnicity, and they all waved at the two that walked past them but just as soon as they did, they seemingly disappeared, though everyone that waved simply went back to their business.

Now the two figures were in another area that looked much the same, though with no others near them.

"What is taking you to Earth, brother? Did The Lord ask it of you?"

Jebediah simply laughed and spoke.

"He actually did yes, you're right about that my brother. I'm going in place of The Lord, he told me that since the man he spoke to is under my care as being his Guardian Angel that he'd like me to help guide him. The Lord did tell me though that despite how the man acts he is very conflicted, The Lord also holds great hope for him too."

As Jeremiah got his answer he was about to respond to his brother only for him to look over and see he was gone.

"Ever the energetic one Jebediah, I suppose that is how you are..."

Jeremiah just continued to walk down the street and contemplated on the things he had spoke to Jebediah about.

Some time later...

Valentine P.O.V.

At this point this was a dream that he had frequently throughout his entire life, though frequently might not sum up quite how many times he had this exact dream. It was more like a continuous dream that went on like a play with no end in sight if he had to describe it. He went on nearly forever searching countless worlds with his stand as he looked for his father that died so many years ago during war.

He could only clutch onto his coat and grip it with all the damn anger he felt, every time, every fucking time he was about to reach his father, he disappeared... without a trace at all, it was just as infuriating as it was in the waking world as it was here, he could only double down onto the street pavement as he felt the anger well up inside even more.

'This dream has no end. It never does, it's just a constant wound that has been fucking struck onto me by my own psyche. Everything I do to pursue the goal of safeguarding America, causes something else in me to dwindle and break emotionally.'

He could only look down in anger and disgust as the one place he wished to take respite fought against him as well, his own damn mind wished to play these parlor tricks on him as if it were a fucking carnival or fair. As he composed himself ever so slightly he sat down on the pavement and looked up at the strange green sky that his mind had made.

He just closed his eyes and thought on why life was acting as a chisel and he a block of marble, chipping away at him little by little until he breaks into a million pieces of shattered stone.

"Life could be changing you to what it wants you to be?"

He clamored back as he felt his stand quickly envelope him and force him through dimensions to a different area on the pavement and from where he now stood, he stared at a man who he would indeed call beautiful in every respect.

'His body is like that of a sculpture, though this is a dream so he is more than likely just an object of my unconscious psyche. His body though, it glows like the Hol-!'

"-y Corpse, yes my friend there is a reason for that. Though you may already have an idea of why that is."

He slowly got up from the pavement and thought on any and all implications of who or what this man is or was, as his stand slowly looked over the man and seemed to try and size him up to find any weak areas to attack, though it found quite a few he decided to call it off for the time being.

"I'm not one to assume normally in all circumstances, but I only have a few choices of what you could be and they're all supernatural. I'd rather not jump to a conclusion until I know if you are indeed just a figment of my unconscious mind or if you are indeed a real being."

He wasn't in the mood for any sort of tricks, his entire dreamscape had been playing tricks on him for a while now and it irritated him quite a bit. He could only think on the fact that this man was more than likely an angel or demon, though which one he wasn't quite sure. You can never be too careful when dealing with beings of supernatural origin especially angels or demons.

He could tell that from his gaze this man truly meant him no harm though that could just be a front at this point. He needed something tangible to his psyche to prove that beyond a doubt this man was indeed real and meant him no harm.

'I need proof, solid proof at that as well.'

"I'd like to ask that you prove to me that beyond a reasonable doubt you are indeed real. Prove to me that this isn't simply just a scenario my psyche formed for myself, if you are what you... imply yourself to be you should be able to prove to me the truth of this situation of ours."

He just looked on as he saw the man nod and within less than a second...

He found himself back on the train!? He pinched himself and felt the sure fire pain that came from doing so, his new change of clothes were still upon him, he could feel his body working like the marvel that it was just like all other living beings.

When he looked up however he was sitting face to face with the man that he had crossed paths with in his dreams, he made sure to hide any form of expression on his face as he stared the man down simply observing him at the time being, D.4.C. hovering right by the man phasing through the back of the booth the man sat in.

Though his stand was ready with it's hand in a idle motion waiting to chop straight through the man as though he was just a piece of cloth. He held his stand from doing so, if this man was indeed what he claimed to be he truly should show some respect and reverence.

Though now that he looked at him, he noticed the man simply wore only a cloth that covered his crotch that seemed to float about all around him but always at the right angle to fully keep the man's decency. He wasn't shocked to see the chiseled yet lean physique the man had as well as the curly black hair that dangled down to his eyebrows, the mans face was just as beautiful as he was muscular.

Though his body was a beautiful dark brown and looked as normal as any man's skin, it glowed a radiant yellow that was akin to the energy that the Holy Corpse radiated.

"This is all your doing then, I suppose?"

The man simply nodded and just as soon as he did he had disappeared from thin air. Though he was cautious to move as what was left in his place was a beautifully bound book that looked about half an inch thick with markings all over it being in forms of different crucifixes all intertwined with one another forming what looked like the Crown of Thorns that Christ had upon his brow.

'D.4.C. take a look at that book. Make sure nothing is... wrong with it, if something is amiss we should be able to feel it interacting negatively in some way to your touch, I still don't fully trust that man though I am still curious about that book.'

As he watched through his Stand's eyes he saw what was written upon the binding of the book in plain English in a stylized cursive font that looked impeccably printed upon the leather bound book.

"To the one I protect, Funny J. Valentine... I suppose he is either what he truly seems to be or he has a stand himself... I wiped my middle name from all sources and any areas that had even an inkling of an idea as to what it was."

To say he was surprised would be an understatement then again to say that he was irritated would as well be an understatement he supposed, though in a sense there was no other time like the present, he beckoned his stand to pick up the leather bound book and had it hand it to him, as he began to read however he felt he might learn some new things.

This book contains information that will make sense to you soon enough. You are fighting for your world, I admire that as I have watched over you since you were but a child, my name is Jebediah and I'm your guardian angel, this book is my gift to you.

The Lord can only get involved every so often because when he does it can interfere with the free will of others, seeing as it does this he refuses to take away the choices that others wish to make, as such he also permitted me a chance to give you a boon to help you through this journey of yours, I wish you luck for this is the last thing I can do to help you my friend.

Signed,

Jebediah.

Though it was all a bit strange he decided to flip through the book till he came across a section that had piqued his interest, it was information on stands throughout the ages though some of them were quite minuscule in ability in a sense, if applied correctly they would be devastating.

'Survivor seems quite weak at first but if one utilized it well it could cause mass chaos. It could cause damage behind enemy lines, brother fighting brother without any idea as to why they were even fighting in the first place, just that small pulse sent into the brain and it could destroy an entire army... It's an idea that many have tried to ensnare others in but it seems this would actually work.'

One that did intrigue him the most was an idea known as a Requiem stand, in some far off universe arrows had been used to grant stands, though with their abilities they seemed to be just as strong as ones he's encountered, though he did assume that the Stands granted from the Holy Corpse were indeed more powerful.

The Corpse Parts made multiple Devil's Palms across the land, creating and destroying entire mountain chains, moving continents, shaking the Earth to it's very core, one of the Corpse Part's even made the Grand Canyon and all the mountains and mountain chains in the western states. There was no doubt the stands that were granted by these Arrows were indeed powerful in ability though in destructive capability the stands of the Corpse were far physically stronger.

But a Requiem stand... to be pierced by an arrow once again in the most dire of times would grant one an ability that helped them achieve what they desire most.

'Of the two Requiem Stands both are horrifying... the ability to set any action that requires willpower to zero, to have an ability that denies one of any progress what so ever, that disgusts me. Though the ability to control souls and manipulate them seems that it would be just as strong as the former if not stronger. The Corpse already has proven to grant a power that none of the Stands I've read about have even an inkling of a chance to get rid of.'

He thought on what that implied and realized that he was foolish to let Lucy Steel be the host of the Corpse, the Corpse granting Love Train to him wasn't even a truly new ability... he only manipulated what was in front of him because of D.4.C.'s ability, in truth it was only a byproduct of the Corpse being whole once again, it's true power wasn't even realized. It only affected Misfortune and Fortune but in the past the Corpse has warped space, time, reality.

'I fear there is more to The Corpse than any single one of us had realized. It's power... can only fully be achieved... if you have Christ's favor, whoever has his blessing has however much power he is willing to lend to them. The Corpse... is a test, I was tested and was found wanting... when I fought Joestar and Zeppeli.'

He furrowed his brow as he realized the truth he had been dreading, the fact that he already knew so very well. His actions in the mind of God, were clouded by his own selfish desires and in many ways repulsive and disgusting...

He gripped onto the book as he laid his head against it, contemplating all of his actions, all of the vile deeds he had done, throughout all of his alternate lives that were once the user of his stand, D.4.C., it hurt to know this. He already knew this back when he spoke to Lucy and Steven, but it hurt all the same to be reminded of his short comings once again.

As he took his head off the pages of the book he decided to read more, flipping through the pages with melancholy etched into his very being. Page after page nothing could take his mind off of the fact of how far he had fallen for his goal of a perfect America... of all the lives he was willing to damn throughout all of the world so only his land would be free from misfortune altogether.

As he went to flip to another page however it was blank except for a single sentence, it was strange but he decided to see what was the only thing that had been written upon the page, he decided to read it aloud at this point to try and ease his nerves.

"Forget not that you were granted a new life with the heart, the Lord has raised some of the worst men to become paragons, you are much the same, remember you can reach out when you fall for a hand to help pull you from the abyss..."

He silently soaked in those words that he had just read, trying to reconcile with himself... whether he even deserved a second chance or even wanted one. Nonetheless here were writings, sure enough from a divine being, telling him that he very well could be saved from his horrid ways.

"..."

He couldn't even bring himself to speak aloud, as he thought on how to even go about his plans now. They could still be achieved, but he needed to go about them in different ways. He still had doubts about whether or not he was any better than before, but in some situations there is only a choice between two evils and in spite of that good can come from actions of evil.

'Once I arrive at New York, I need to check on some others, I can fight this war on the front lines by myself, but I know that I will need others to help defend area's that I can't be at. I suppose it's time for me to check on any associates I can find. It's for the best if I get rid of the most difficult person first.'

He couldn't help but huff at knowing who he had to deal with next, though he had an idea of how to deal with the man he had in mind. Though, he'd have to make a stop in a few different worlds to make his plan work. He already knew the man's past so it was best to use that to his advantage.

"I should be able to make it back before the train arrives in New York. It shouldn't be too hard to convince a version of his mother to follow me. Though I need to find a world where he dies instead of her..."

Third person P.O.V.

It was a rickety old house but it was the place a young mother and her ailing son called home, though it might only be called home to a young woman soon. Her son wasn't doing well what so ever, the harsh treatment they received hadn't helped either, especially after the woman had denied the man who attempted to make his advances upon her.

The woman could only bring herself to weep at this point as her son was sleeping in his bed in a room in the back as she sat a wooden table within the house's kitchen.

Unbeknownst to either of the house's inhabitants a new man had entered into the picture as the man now watched the show go on, it was the very man the woman denied, the one who took both the woman and her son onto his ranch as farmhands to keep a stable way of life.

Though the man appeared kind in the beginning it was just a cunning ruse to hide his true intentions of having the woman for himself. Sadly this was all part of the man's plan as he had been poisoning the poor child's rations of food that he gave to the family of two. Though being quite depraved he was remaining clever in his reprehensible ways.

Within the child's room unheard to any of the other three people within said house, a man dressed all in silver white, made his way out from underneath the child's bed without even the slightest noise, as if he were just the size of a mouse scurrying across the floorboards of a pantry.

The man was slow in his movements as he righted his position to begin to get off of his stomach and pushed himself up onto one knee. The man was careful in his reproach to attempt to make his way over to the child, but as he did so he made one single mistake he let a single floorboard creak.

"Who're you Sir?"

The small child was awake but the man could see how bad his condition was, the boy was barely clinging onto life, his bones jutting out in almost every corner of his body, gaunt and emaciated like a corpse.

The man didn't even need time to think of a response as he had planned this out entirely in his heads thousands of times.

"It's been a while, since someone last saw me. I suppose you deserve an answer, but before I tell you, who do you think I am?"

The man sat on one knee as his hands interlocked into one another as he rested his cheek upon them gaining an inquisitive look as he peered at the child. Though the child had a bit of a pensive expression upon his face as he thought upon who the man in his room was and finally seemed to come to an epiphany and answered the man in white silver.

"Are you the Tooth Fairy?"

The man shook his head and gave the child a melancholic smile.

"No not quite I'm afraid. Though I have to ask you to promise me something, before I tell you who I am." The man looked quite serious for his plan hinged on this but hopefully for the man's sake it would go well.

The boy nodded and said "Okay Mister." After that the man spoke once again to the child.

"You must promise to me that you will not scream or cry once you hear who I am, it is very important that you don't, no one else can know about me, I must stay a secret so everyone stays happy."

The boy seemed a bit apprehensive after hearing what the man in the silver white suit said but the boy eventually relented. "Okay, I promise."

The man spoke once again to the boy. "Though I'm not the Tooth Fairy I do know her I'm quite good friends with her in fact. My job however is similar in a way, my name is Death." Before the man could continue to speak the child jumped out of his bed and went to run out of the room only to fall right face first onto the floor.

It was surely going to break multiple bones with how frail the boy was, at least it would of had the man not seemingly teleported and caught the boy, only to put him back in bed and sit down by the bedside.

"I'm not here to hurt you. I came here to take your mother but since your the first person to see me in a hundred years I wish to make a deal with you if you would listen." The boys eyes were like a deer in headlights as he realized what was implied by what the man had to say.

"Mother's going to die!?" The poor child at this point was already on the verge of tears, but the man made sure to calm the boy down by talking to him quite calmly.

"Shhh... I take it you love your mother quite a lot don't you? Like I said I wish to make a deal with you, if you could do anything to save her, would you? No matter what it might be?"

The boy simply nodded to the man.

"Instead of taking your mother, I could take you instead if you allowed me, I must take a soul to make sure the balance of The World is in check."

The boy was quite conflicted, granted mind you anyone at this age faced with the same situation would feel quite the same I imagine, luckily for the man however, this boy wasn't most people.

"You promise my mum won't get hurt, if you take me instead of her, right Mr. Death?"

In response the man nodded and said, "You have my word, your mother will not have a single hair touched upon her head, I promise this to you."

The child seemed much less anxious at this point and considerably less terrified of the man in front of him. The child responded to the man once again, "I'll go instead then, but if I can save my mum I'll do it."

The man smiled at the child and spoke, "Then please go back to sleep, I'll make sure it is a peaceful death, I don't wish for you to be scared as you die. I've seen you pray for your mother before, your a kind child. I know you'll go to Heaven, just get some rest."

The man tucked the child into bed but before the child closed his eyes he asked the man one more thing, "Will my mum go to Heaven too, Mr. Death?"

The man somehow kept up his smile and responded kindly, "I'll make sure she does when I visit her a long time from now, and when I do, I'll bring her right to you. You have my promise. Once you get to the pearly gates... just tell them... Mr. Death gave you permission to go." The kid smiled.

"Thank you Mr. Death, you're a lot nicer than people say you are." As the child finished his thank you to the man he closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

Ten minutes later...

Without being a Stand User, oneself could not see what had caused the lightly snoring child to abruptly quit his quiet nasally noise. The child's heart and brain had been transported to another world, swiftly killing the boy painlessly as he was asleep as the man sat by the bedside thinking on what he had just done.

This man was indeed Funny Valentine, the President of The United States of America, that was now racing against an entire alien nation to save his land, yet here the sullen President was thinking about his actions and if what he did was truly right.

Valentine fought with himself internally for a moment and disappeared from sight, as the lifeless boy was the only one left in the room.

Meanwhile within the Kitchen area...

"You know you owe me woman, you're mine. I saved you and your boy when you were in that river, you owe me both of your lives."

The depraved farm owner had made himself known to the mother of the small boy as he held her down against the wall of the house with ease even as she attempted to struggle. The woman was crying even harder than she had been earlier, as she begged the man to stop but he hadn't relented what so ever as his grip got even tighter around her wrists.

What the man hadn't expected was the sound of boots clacking against the wooden floor as spurs made a jingling sound alongside them.

"I suggest you leave the woman alone. It's quite the serious crime, to attack another innocent civilian within their own home."

The farmer turned around quickly as the woman fell to the floor as he released her wrists, he looked back and there the man in the silver white coat stood just a couple feet away, towering over the man by at least a head. The farmer had tripped as he stepped backwards almost tripping but was quickly caught by Valentines gloved hand.

The man procured from his left pocket a sheriff's badge and showed it to the farmer and spoke his piece.

"I can throw you in a cell to rot if you wish, but I recommend leaving the lady alone unless you want to find out how she felt just a bit ago."

With that Valentine threw the man to the ground behind himself and went to help the woman up off the ground. The farmer scurried off and outside the house as Valentine offered the woman a gloved hand.

As the woman took Valentine's hand she was easily lifted up off the ground as if she was as light as a feather as she looked into his beautiful blue eyes and saw his concern for her. Though Valentine was quick to get the woman out of this trance.

"I'm quite sorry you had to deal with that Madam, I was in the area and decided to check up on this farm to see if anything was amiss. Thankfully I did, I never would of thought something like that altercation would of happened, if I can help in any other way please let me know."

The woman quickly thought to her son and realized that this man could easily get him to a doctor, she assumed since he was a sheriff he must have a horse to get around, he could easily take her son to a doctor quite quickly.

"Actually yes, my Son he's quite sick he needs a doctor, could you please take him to one I'm truly sorry to ask more of you after what you did for me but he's my world." The women's eyes held hope within them, though Valentine knew that look would soon be gone from her eyes.

Valentine simply replied with "Of course, I see no problem with doing that. Please take me to your boy."

The woman quit staring into Valentine's blue eyes and walked down the hallway, Valentine followed her to the room he had already been in just a bit earlier. Though once they got there, She began to sob which confused Valentine as to how she already knew her Son was dead.

However Valentine quickly found out why she was already crying over her son, a stab wound was upon where the child's heart should be which showed that not nearly as much blood was spilled, because of the removal of his heart. As the woman cried over her Son, Valentine walked over to her and put his hand upon her shoulder.

Valentine asked with as much empathy as he could conjure: "What was your Son's name..."

The woman responded while still sobbing: "H-his name w-was Diego B- Br- ando."

Valentine kneeled down besides the woman and put his arm around her shoulders as he held her left shoulder tight against his bicep and right breast and spoke calmly to her: "Do you believe in miracles Ma'am?"

The woman kept sobbing over her now dead son, she didn't respond what so ever as she just cried harder. It would be hard but Valentine has pulled off a great many things before, in situations very much like this.

"I can bring your Son back, but you have to trust me can you do that?" The woman just looked back and saw that within Valentine's eyes he held nothing but the truth as well as compassion as she saw that he was holding her close to him in a semi embrace.

"H-how?" Was all the woman could sputter out as she looked at Valentine's face.

"Through a miracle. But you'll have to trust me completely for it to work, I can guarantee that you'll get to see your son once again but what happens when you do see him is up to you. If you trust me then you'll see your son once again, just like I said. Will you accept my proposal?"

The woman once again gained the look of hope in her eyes and Valentine saw that, though he refused to do anything until he got a response.

"I a-accept." Was the woman's response, Valentine nodded and took her into a strong embrace and responded, "Very well."

With that they both disappeared.

Valentine centered P.O.V.

It took some finesse to make sure the plan he had thought up went off without any trouble, but luckily he had managed it completely. He was still holding onto the woman as he looked at the countless worlds passing him by. He saw it though, the one damn world he needed to make it to.

'This will take quite a bit of strength to fight Brando if he doesn't concede to his mother. I've never fought in earnest with D.4.C. up until recently. Though I have no doubt of my strength... his ability will cause my death if I'm not careful.'

From what he's seen too Diego's stand is extremely strong within it's physical strength, speed, and durability which didn't bode well for the desired outcome should Diego decide to play no games. Though D.4.C. outclassed it significantly due to being imbued with one of The Corpse part's He knew one thing would help him out however, his mother.

"Are you ready to see your Son once again, Madam?" He looked down to see her current reaction to travelling in between realities, she was stunned to say the least, he supposed it did make sense for someone to be a bit Star struck at seeing the endless beauty of creation for the first time in their life.

"Y-yes."

That was all he needed to take them right to the world where he stranded the contemptible Diego Brando, though he was disgusted quite a bit by Diego, his stand would be crucial in defending anywhere he put him, he could always find another but that would take time, time that he did not have.

Where he found himself currently however was a bit of a surprise, the countless dimensions he had passed by more than likely disoriented Brando's poor mother, however he could remedy that easily within a moment. Where he had landed right now however was a small town. As he looked around to try and find any indication of where he was, he found a sign that told him just how far he had gotten.

'Best Sarsaparilla in all of... Pennsylvania? That's near over nine hundred miles away from where I was. Hmm... D.4.C. has never taken me this far away. The book Jebediah gave to me spoke of Gravity as a concept that not only held the universe in place, but said that it was fate, and a force of God as well. I suppose this pull of gravity is bringing me closer to Brando. If nothing else, this speeds up my plan.'

He could only think upon how this encounter with Diego would go. He already knew the best precaution to choose was to keep another version of himself somewhere close by. He didn't wish to change bodies however with another, he'd only exchange their wounds. He's been part of this battle for too long, he had improved past his other selves and he would not burden any other version with the tasks he had.

Slowly he sat Brando's mother on a unused wagon he spotted nearby and comforted her as he saw another version of himself make his way from underneath the wagon's wheel.

"Are you ready to see your Son once more."

He looked deep into her eyes to make sure she had no second thoughts on this situation.

"Yes of course Sheriff. I-it's all a lot to take in but yes I am ready Sir."

"Good we only have a little while longer to go. I believe he is nearby, he might however look older than you remember, I suggest you are also aware that he might act a bit... unorthodox compared to what you remember. I urge you to not question it however, you will indeed see your son alive and well once again."

All she did in response was nod. That was Good, he didn't need anymore complications to this plan of his, if it went smoothly all would be well, however if it didn't... he'd have a fight he wasn't entirely sure he could win.

He took her hand as he saw that his doppelganger moved away from where they were and vanished out of view behind the building they found themselves next to. He'd have a backup to fall back upon should this turn sour.

As he helped Brando's mother down onto her feet from the wagon and guided her forward throughout the small town he saw that there was still a few citizens walking about minding their own business, hopefully no one here would recognize him, with how small of a town it was he doubted they would of ever seen him speak, though since this is an alternate world he wasn't quite sure where this world's Valentine was currently.

With the other version of himself he pulled to the world as well as himself, there are three versions of him roaming this world currently. Two accounted for by himself, and this worlds version of him currently unlocated. It could cause a few issues should he be seen by others that know where this worlds version of him is currently at.
He'd deal with those problems as they arose.

However as he continued thinking upon the different scenarios in store for him he couldn't of reacted to what was now happening.

"THE WORLD!"

He knew exactly who's voice that was as he couldn't even move now.

'Damnit. This was the worst case scenario...' He could only think on how horrible this situation was as he heard a voice from a bit behind him speak up.

"Well if it isn't the oh so high and mighty President of The United States of America! I was waiting for when you might come back and see me! It was excruciating waiting for you, this worlds Valentine is already long gone, I made sure of that. I can't believe I get to take you down so soon, I thought I'd have to wait at least another couple years but this is fine with me!"

Third Person P.O.V.

The entirety of the ever expanding universe stood still as time itself had ground to an absolute halt for Diego's Stand.

Diego himself however just eyed Valentine up and down, completely ignoring the woman to his side, he was to excited to even consider who the woman was, sadly for Diego. His own greed and excitement might've destroyed the only thing that would allow him to keep his mother once again.

"Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! MUDA!"

Diego's yell echoed throughout the frozen ensemble of time and space, as blow after blow was rained down upon Valentine. Diego's unquenched fury was being released in every way upon Valentine as millions of strikes had hit him, every single blow enough to kill him by themselves as the giant that was THE WORLD just looked onwards emotionless as it attacked it's user's enemy.

Each and every strike it released much like Valentine's stand were capable of leveling this entire town and it very well will after time itself starts up once again. However before time had caught up Diego had launched himself over a hundred meters back away from the destruction that would soon be unleashed.

Valentine however was stuck, what Diego didn't know however was the man could still perceive reality time and space unlike, he was thinking on how to save Brando's mother he couldn't move. However could D.4.C. move within the world of frozen time... that was the question.

'D.4.C. transport her to a different dimension now!'

with out missing a beat the woman was gone, it was a guess but it worked D.4.C. couldn't move much at all... but it's ability still worked, it's ability used gravity, just like Tusk and Ball Breaker it could go through dimensions, and could go past time and space!

'D.4.C. transport me as soon as time resumes, take me to my other self right as time returns!'

Valentine had banked on the fact that Brando was too self absorbed for his own good. Luckily for Valentine his Gamble had paid off as Diego was simply laughing at the President's current predicament. Not ever paying a clue to how the woman had gone missing. He just stood laughing as he exclaimed how truly pleased he was.

"You old fool! You never stood a chance against me, to think other's were so afraid of your Stand, how truly pathetic you are, THE WORLD is truly the strongest stand there ever has been! An old codger such as you never stood a chance! Hahahahaha!"

As soon as Diego's monologue had finished, time once again came to move ever forwards as in an instant the small town was completely decimated as millions of shockwaves were sent out for dozens of miles as though a missile had been launched and decimated the countryside.
A crater that went out for at least a couple miles was left where once there was a a decently sized homely town, as Brando looked onwards with glee at having finally rid himself of Valentine.

However he was quite wrong on that, as soon as time resumed D.4.C. had managed to keep it's user from being turned into a dark red mist of blood as it travelled to another world. The countless worlds soon settled on a single one of them all.

Within a split second D.4.C. had emerged from the back of a new worlds Valentine, as it did so the current Valentine emerged from underneath the coat of his Doppelganger.
The process was quick as they merged with one another, the current Valentine wasn't quite the same as all of the past versions of himself, he didn't wish to die at all and would cheat it any way he could.

As this world's Valentine was shed off of him like a snake shedding it's skin, he simply exploded into a red mist that splattered across the entire surrounding area completely painting the now safe Valentine completely with blood.
As soon as this happened however he lurched over and held in a scream of pain before it finally broke lose as he fell to the floor.

"AGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Valentine simply laid upon the ground as his body had finally registered the pain that it had felt while moving through reality and existence, he felt every single hit that had been placed upon him.
Quickly however D.4.C. acted on it's own and once again took them to a new world and switched with another Valentine. As soon as it had switched it switched back and it seemed to change the reaction drastically.

This new world's Valentine died of shock from pain soon after D.4.C. left and went back to the original Valentine. It completely removed it's user's body from feeling the pain by switching that memory with the other Valentine.

However Valentine was still shocked from experiencing that amount of pain even for a little while, though after a bit it went away as he righted himself off the ground, exhausted from what had just happened moments ago to him.

"I need to end this fight before I bring Brando's mother to him it seems. He's lashing out like a child, he already almost killed her without a second thought... his anger has boiled for too long."

Valentine simply stood and looked onwards towards where the Small Town was. This world's version of The Small town was unharmed and had quite a few more people passing through it then the one Valentine had came from, however it was time for Valentine to face the fatal threat that was Diego Brando and THE WORLD.

Author's Note

Sorry for not releasing a chapter in so long, things have still been a bit hectic for me. Though I am currently working on the next chapter as I'm writing this.

For some answers about some things also.

Diego's THE WORLD is of the same Strength as DIO's The World thus from feats being large town level however, the reason I say D.4.C. is stronger overall physically is because of the feat of a single Corpse Part and what they've caused. A single Corpse Part forms a Devil's Palm and destroys and creates mountains and mountain chains, plural.

When Christ himself died in America and his Soul ascended back to God The Father the entirety of the world was consumed by a raging storm that tore it apart, his death alone caused extreme destruction and that was simply from the universe trying to protect The Corpse.

It's fair to say anyone that has a Stand and a Corpse part merged with them is significantly stronger than most other types of Stands.

And as for Valentine's stats, let's just say I'd like to keep them secret for now.

I hope you all have a wonderful day and or night!