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Chapter 25: Brawl o' Brothers, Part 2

Life can be miserable.

Such a phrase a young man had muttered many times. Under his breath, in his mind, within his soul and even in furious exclamation. Yes, the dreadful nature of existence had always plagued the soul bearing the name 'Ungalo', and none and nothing came close to bringing him joy in his 'being alive'.

Ungalo had an average build and height, possessing an unusually flat face which gained him derision and disgusted faces, small but piercing eyes with "U"-shaped mark under the left eye that warranted jabs and insults, and big visible sharp teeth that, easily, horrified anyone that was bestowed with a smile of his. The twisted youth wore a shirt with multiple randomly placed dots connected with each other by lines, and a knit cap.

Or, that was the case until he was given a book. A most unusual book, and yet one that gave him worth. It gave him power, it gave him means- it made him valuable to himself and others. When Ungalo was given a chance, he didn't believe much in it, but the book- this wonderful book in his possession… it made the offer so worthy of the price. A loyal servant, but a free one within his own playground.

The small room he had been assigned to with the plan to ambush the worthless maggots trying to ruin their boss' plan would work just fine with his current powers. In fact, just as the trio entered the room, he felt a crazy grin form on his deformed features while his new 'power' triggered. The world was no longer confined within the walls of this room and the host of fools that intruded in his 'domain' were quick to realize it.

No longer in a building in Venice, but an endless forest that left nothing but nameless people in it. Yet, much to his surprise… none seemed affected by the effects of this unusual location. It was easy to see through the camera-birds he created through the book's assistance and… it left him perplexed. He thought it would have been much easier, and yet they outlasted this effect of the setting. Curious and somewhat frustrating, but nothing that made him stop going through the rest of his plan.

The forest was just a cage after all, and the monster it held was something none of these idiots were prepared to face. A most infamous creature was soon fully recreated from the mind and perversions of childish fantasy, an entity previously meant to be a tool of narrative meant to frighten the child before grand threats to one's life and that now was being used to not only terrorize, but maul and kill those that were his foes.

Ungalo grinned as he got a full sight of a red giant that resembled a powerful golem with rock-like wings. Yellow-gold lines formed a grid over its chest, arms and even his face, giving it eyes and a silent mouth. It was… perfect. And the main contender of this battle!

The only thing he needed to set up as the beast rushed to claim first blood was the 'helpers' for this entity. The Jabberwocky was powerful, yes, but it wasn't within its own limitations. Flaws which could be easily fixed by enlisting the help of other fantasy creatures, all twisted and driven by the same maliciousness which made him feel alive.

Peter Pan and Tinkerbell, the three fairies from the Sleeping Beauty, the living furniture from the Beauty and the Beast- yes, all small 'helpers' from these stories turned into the worst kind of threat for this group. And once all was done, Ungalo sat back and watched the ensuing massacre.

Two of the foes had guns, while the third one wore something like an armor which allowed him to handle some hits from the Jabberwocky before forcing him to retreat. The gunners tried to shoot at the beast, but they quickly realized it was resilient to bullets. Their shock was delicious and yet it wasn't as filling as he had wanted. Not when they didn't lingered for long enough to allow the monster the chance to claw at them.

Yes, bullets didn't work on it in terms of landing damage, but Ungalo growled when he realized the one shooting the most, the hat-wearing bastard, was actually doing something by hitting precise spots of the beast. It was there that the deadly young man noticed that the Jabberwocky's legs weren't as protected as his head, torso and arms. Its feet were thinner and its tendons were not as reinforced as he thought those to be. The beast roared as rocks were chipping away, limiting its capacity to move.

And while this was happening, the faeries were struggling to damage the pests themselves. Some were getting through, burning one of the men's shoes, shredding onto the shirt of another, but ultimately getting squashed by the armored jerk. All was going to crap quite quickly, and thus Ungalo created more monsters. The Beast without its Beauty, the Big Bad Wolf from Red Riding Hood!

"It's not right."

A scowl shifted through his grin, leaving him unamused about what he just heard from the silly book.

"Life isn't fucking right, Alice. That doesn't mean I have to play nice about this shit. These are our foes, and we have to fucking win."

As childishly as the previous time, the book rebuked with the same words, "It is still not right."

While the opposition was fairly meek, something about its resolute tone just instigated Ungalo to snap at it. It was the way it was delivered, the derisive expression it held- Something that Ungalo had heard so many times- the scorn, the hate. He wouldn't be accepting turning the cheek at this kind of shit ever again.

"Well, you don't have a choice, don't you? You are mine! Your power is mine!" He said, grasping tightly at the book and pulling one of the pages' edge from it. The response was immediate as 'Alice' yelped in true pain, making his bloodthirst tingle with pleasure. Ah yes, the first innocent blood spilled before these fools would experience true pain.

The battle went on for a while, and it was becoming clear that no tricks could get through his defense. Well, most weren't as Ungalo was soon ducking when he spotted something sharp coming his way. He crouched, a hook passing over his head and yanking at the tree's trunk behind him. Shock filled him, same for anger.

"How?!"

One of those idiots' powers. He had to be more careful about this, but now he knew they were desperate if they threw this weapon at him without even knowing where he was. A grin squeezed into his face as he knew they were slowly losing, and that their demise was soon to happen before his eager attention. But just as he waited, the entire forest shook, this time not for the Jabberwocky's might. No, it was something else entirely.

Something cut into it, a red energy sword which cleaved a section of it and caused reality to bleed inside. Ungalo's eyes were filled with shock and horror, but also fury and irritation.

"W-Who- WHO IS INVADING MY WORLD!?"

His eyes narrowed a familiar figure with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a set of armor- it wasn't Donatello. He finally growled with renewed anger and challenge, quickly deploying monsters to assault the invaders. His brothers had seemingly failed. It was expected, but it made his life somewhat more tedious.

And that, Ungalo knew, was unacceptable.

"They are coming in numbers!" Fugo announced, ｢Purple Haze｣ groaning in mindless irritation as he was deployed partially by its user. "Giorno, I hope that card will help us."

The unease was not without merit. The sheer number of fantasy-born entities coming at them was nothing short of jarring. An army, and one that he doubted they would have been able to normally survive its assault. Normally… not when he was being assisted by someone else in this brawl.

They will be easy to mince, Giorno!

The jovial female exclaimed from within his mind, the existence which introduced herself as Mordred delighted by the chance of a 'real fight'. Giorno saw no point in opposing this view, slightly euphoric due to the might displayed by this 'Heroic Spirit' and how her power had aided them

Then lend me your strength, Mordred.

Of course!

"I'll handle the most. You take care of our main enemy."

"Got it!" Sakura confirmed while Fugo nodded, rushing in advance as the girl followed shortly behind him.

Readying his sword, the 'Red Saber' steadied its stance before pushing forward. Clarent burned with energy, a mixture of mana and what ｢Gold Experience｣ was boosting through its own energy. Somehow, the power of life fueled Clarent to a new height of intensity, providing it with exceptional improvements.

It wasn't a blade born from revenge at first. I guess it's just finding a means to expand its own capacity through its old concept.

I thought it was just a ceremonial blade-

A ceremonial blade to provide 'new life' to those that warranted it. From mere soldiers, to knights.

Giorno nodded, his focus fully aimed at the foes as he struck against the first rows of fantastical monsters. Small and big, animals and supernatural entities, nothing was spared as Clarent cleaved through them with ease. It felt like he was holding a hot knife, and his foes were made of butter. Truly devastating, and yet quite frustrating as this horde was slowing him down.

Sakura and Fugo had gotten close enough to start attacking the cause of this bizarre circumstance, but their combined efforts yielded no success with how quickly the grinning bastard was moving and how many new monsters he was creating. A quick glance on the situation provided him some insight on where its powers lay, which was the curious fairy tale book he was holding. Roughly two minutes into the melee and Giorno had cleaned up the mess of monsters, finally moving on to see how Sakura and Fugo were doing.

The latter was crouching down, an arrow stabbing into his leg while another had pierced his shoulder. He was bleeding a lot and he looked unable to stand up and properly fight. Sakura was faring better, but he was slightly bruised as he finished off a lion.

Giorno advanced, and his approach was noticed by the man behind this whole mess.

"You will not succeed, brother. This is my world, Ungalo's world! Not yours, you will never succeed! Jabberwocky, end him!"

The proclamation stunned Giorno, but he didn't hesitate to advance despite the mention of this 'Jabberwocky'. He knew it was a monster from Alice in Wonderland, but he couldn't see it. Just as he got close enough to strike Ungalo down, his posture froze when he noticed a fairly large shadow expanding upon him. Glancing up, he saw a monstrous behemoth descending from the sky and roaring against him.

The blond jumped back, allowing for the beast to land without injuring him. The creature roared in challenge, claws burning with mana as he started to swipe those at him. Giorno backed away as much as he could, Clarent matching but just barely with the consecutive hits, and his chance to strike lessened due to how intense the offensive of this monster was.

Yet, despite how hideous this circumstance was turning, that didn't mean Giorno was without tricks under his sleeves. Reinforcing clarent with more of his inner strength, the blade managed to smack one of the approaching claws away and offered him an opening into the beast's chest.

The blade cut into its resilient skin, yet, despite the intensity of power within the sword, the wound looked superficial and it was healing up. It could regenerate and his current attacks weren't doing enough to kill it off.

It seems like this big guy is quite strong. I don't think you can do it, nor that I can beat it myself.

So?

Giorno inquired back, keeping an inner calm at this manner as he heard Mordred speak to him.

Perhaps we can try something different. I am no Magic expert, but I noticed how Clarent is reacting to our combo.

And?

And maybe we can do something about it! You know, its full power- maybe we can boost it to a greater output if we hit the bastard 'right'.

Just as she said that, the monster, perhaps annoyed or driven by Ungalo's growing irritation at its lack of success, tried to slam its muscular fists down to try and catch Giorno in a deadly move. This was where Giorno saw an opportunity to strike once more, swiftly stabbing Clarent into the behemoth's neck and piercing its throat. It wasn't a killing hit, but the wound it caused managed to stun it before it could strike at him.

The Jabberwocky recoiled, but showed no hesitation in resuming its onslaught. Yet, as it approached Giorno, its steps faltered as he perceived the large focus of magical energy within the sword. Clarent activated, its characteristic red flame, known through Mordred's own wrath being unleashed, was burning brightly through its blade. But where the incantation would muster on the anger of one, this time it attained a new meaning through a second detail within the revenge it represented.

"Clarent Blood- ARTHUR/DIO!"

The red flame flickered as a golden hue echoed in it, doubling its size as the might of the Noble Phantasm resonated with twice the power of revenge. The ensuing beam enveloped the Jabberwocky, the beast roaring as its skin failed to hold the blast back as it got consumed by it. Together with it, a large portion of the forest behind it was scorched into ashes and cinders due to the intensity of the attack.

The destruction of the Jabberwocky led to a peculiar event. The ensuing explosion shocked Ungalo as the push coming from that blast had him trip on the ground, with his book flying off his arms and forward. Giorno saw this, and using Mordred's speed rushed to catch the tome. Yet, as he managed to take hold of the item, he paused as he felt he wasn't holding the shaped object, but something more… human.

"Are you a prince?" A child asked with a dreamy voice.

Giorno looked down and he was met with a pair of dark-pink eyes and a mane of white hair with pink edges. The child was wearing a goth-lolita outfit with a black-themed dress and hat with dark-pink details such as the legwear which extended under her black boots,

This was quite the awkward reaction for a foe to be captured but-

She doesn't seem to be into this mess. She was definitely forced.

Giorno nodded at that assessment, yet their battle was far from over.

Ungalo stood, glaring at him as he looked ready to escape but…. Sakura pushed forth, Ungalo's widening eyes confirming her suspicions- he had no defenses without the book.

Or that was what she thought before she spotted him yanking a pocket knife from his pants, looking ready to strike her with it. ｢One Vision｣ sprung in action, a punch drilling into his stomach and causing him to spit some blood… a small respite before a most vicious barrage.

"ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!"

The beating left Ungalo heavily bruised and wounded, yet not beaten for the time being.

"I-I guess I didn't stand a chance. Y-You lied to me, you lied to- to us, you fucking shit!" The crumbling foe muttered angrily, yet too weakly to loudly proclaim so as he fell on his knees. "I will hate you forever…

Solomon."

"I should have known it was you from the very beginning. But I guess I was blinded too much by the absurdity of your presence in this specific timeline," Arlecchino muttered as he stared right at the source of all this trouble.

Medea shredded the skeleton opponents while Mr. Dawn assisted by purifying the bones and thus preventing those from resuming their previous roles as minions of the mastermind behind this mess. Here it stood, grinning viciously as he battled against Arlecchino.

The masked man didn't relent against the powerful magic at hand, his own abilities pushing away with ease the mana rushing at him. Yet it would be a lie to say he was succeeding in stopping the smiling demon in front of him, something preventing him from using his Stand against him.

"I suppose you can say I just found it through the very thing you are trying to save. Such a shame that you will not succeed in this goal."

"Tough words from someone that is on the verge of defeat."

Goetia smiled at his most troublesome opponent, a portal opening behind him as he retreated with a serene look on his face. "Worry not, I will claim my prize regardless of my win or loss here, you absolute fool."

The last threat was now revealed, a battle beyond the normal bizarre had just begun.

AN

The ultimate foe has been revealed, an entity that saw a chance to return by using Atrum's ambitions and Dio's children to achieve the power yielded by two Holy Grails at once.

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