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Chapter 27: Esecuzione, Part 1

"So, you really don't want to use my powers?"

Giorno wasn't sure why it felt so odd for Nursery Rhyme to understand this point. It had come to his attention how she had been exploited for her peculiar skills by one of his brothers, and how this was something she didn't appreciate. It felt rightful for him to let her be in that regard as he saw no point in relying on her beyond some supportive regards.

"In this battle, I see no point in endangering you," The young man replied. "From my understanding, your powers don't allow you to be on a prolonged offensive, hence why I see no point in putting you in danger's way."

The Caster Servant nodded slowly at this, sitting beside Giorno as the car they were boarding silently drove through the path that would lead them south, straight to Rome where Diavolo was expected to go. Any other plans of the former boss of Passione were thwarted in advance through the deployment of numerous government-led blocks in the south and general naval 'exercises' in the Tyrrhenian Sea.

The Boss was finally caged in a single location and they were going to put an end to him and this 'Goetia'. This name felt familiar since his mother had given him a bible to read once and it had references to the Ars Goetia. Still, to imagine that this entity was a real thing and not the fruit of some religious monks felt like an unpleasant awakening to a world bigger and more tedious than he expected to deal with.

There's never a time to stop and learn how messed up this world really is.

Despite his best efforts to keep his attention on the main goal of this little offensive to destroy Diavolo, there were a couple of issues stemming from his current situation. Specifically how Nursery Rhyme was behaving at being told by Giorno that he wasn't planning to order her around for some warring. The girl was quiet, and yet her silence felt burdening through the connection they had established. Something that the other individuals in the rear seats of the car noticed and called out.

"You sure are odd," Arcueid remarked flatly. "What sort of minion would lament being spared from the trouble of warfare?"

"S-Servants are expected to take part in conflicts," Medea quipped from the awkward position of sitting on Arlecchino's lap due to how there was no seat left for her. "Nursery Rhyme is perhaps expecting to have a role in this situation despite how limited her capacity is in this situation."

"Is that so?" Trish inquired. "I mean, I am not entirely aware of this Servant's situation but... is it really fine for a little girl to be sent to fight?"

"We are technically little girls too, Trish," Caren reminded the pinkette. "Also, Nursery Rhymes' real appearance is not one of a little girl. She possibly took it from a figure in her book. Maybe Alice in the Wonderland?"

"Something like that," The tiny white-haired Caster admitted.

"Giorno," Sakura muttered, the blond turning to look at his cousin. "Servants seek to have purpose out of the notion that they are individuals that are brought back to the real world for a reason. Since Nursery Rhyme never appeared there before, maybe she just seeks to merely exist within purpose. A purpose you have to give her."

He frowned. "It's... what kind of purpose should I give her? Her powers would leave her in the open for any attackers and-"

"Then give her a purpose beyond the battle, Mr. Giovanna," Arlecchino lamented flatly. "If you seek to not endanger her in this battle, then provide her with the hope that, once this debacle is solved, she will be able to have a role in the world you wish to change."

These words struck Giorno harsher than anything he had to listen up to this point. Not because of the tone used, but of the cruel truth behind it- he had used the right words to collapse his excuse to not bother with the topic. It wasn't like he didn't care for it, but he didn't know what to think of it.

Nursery Rhyme was a child- or looked like one, but it didn't make Giorno any less upset with the notion that he would have to employ someone that was, by all means, close to be considered a child, in mind and body. Despite that, the cogs in his head had started to act up, with a few legitimate suggestions prompting him to be less upset by the topic and more intrigued by what he could do to help others while also providing Nursery with a purpose she could appreciate.

"What if she assists me in helping the children of Italy? Those affected by the drugs?" The blond thought out loud, causing many eyes to be aimed

"I-I can do it! Helping children- this is something I can and will do!"

Ohi, you know that he smells like ya?

Smell?

Giorno was confused by what Mordred had just mentioned. Smell? In what sense would smell be a feasible option for her to perceive in her limited form? But before he could ask more about it, a blinding light came and suddenly shone through the car before shifting him out of the vehicle. He felt his body turning and twisting, with Nursery Rhyme instantly latching onto him as the world around them 'collapsed' and then reformed.

He would have screamed in surprise, but Giorno's mind was too busy feeling the abnormality 'accepting' him as Mordred's card manifested and coated his body in her knightly armor. As he 'landed' on the ground, the tiny Caster Servant let out a tiny 'eep'. It was just them standing on the roof of a small building.

They soon started to look around in the effort of seeing where the others were, but ultimately realizing that they were alone now, and in Rome. But... it wasn't normal Rome. a mixture of old and new, of Roman and Modern- the entire city was fragmenting before their eyes.

"What?" Giorno's mind failed to comprehend what was going on, with Mordred unable to provide an answer herself as her shock came through their current connection.

"It's-" Nursery Rhyme muttered, eyes wide open in surprise. "It's like a Holy Grail War. But... worse."

...What?!

A Few Minutes Earlier...

"Sir, there are some issues," One of the grunts in his car muttered, offering him his phone. "Rome- the city is currently undergoing a lock-down from the government."

"What?" Prosciutto asked with a perplexed look, while Pesci looked surprised at the news.

A frown adorned Risotto's face as he picked the phone and verified the situation himself. His eyes widened considerably by the time she was done with that distressed call, with men in the area reporting issues related to the landscape. Things were changing- people and buildings and animals. It was a massive disaster and the government had just gone nuts and evacuated the city to rush to Florence and then Milan.

At first Risotto couldn't believe it, but then as he tried to get more details, something odd happened. The world twisted around them, fracturing as they were all forcefully pulled away from their car, he shielded his face as shards of metal were flung at him, tearing into his sleeves and pants but dealing no major damage.

It was a brief 'flight', but one that landed them in a place Risotto was familiar with. The head of La Squadra grimaced as he could tell that Goetia had gotten enough time to set things up for a trap against them. This was the Quirinale, the current Presidential palace that once served to host the Royal Family. Its original flags were now replaced with Passione's symbols, dark and violet as a new 'king' took over. How ironic, and yet this didn't leave an amused hint in his face. Not when his squad was quite injured because of that violent warp.

"Prosciutto," He muttered and the man stood up, holding his injured arm while Pesci helped him patch it up, with the younger thug's wounds being abysmal at best. Ghiaccio was gritting his teeth, the annoyed bespectacled man having manifested his Stand a second too late as his leg was partly shredded by this whole mess. "Ghiaccio. You will stay here and stand guard."

"B-Boss?" Pesci blurted in shock, but Prosciutto held him from speaking further.

"It sha-shall be done, boss," The older gangster remarked, with Ghiaccio merely nodding, too frustrated in his current agony to genuinely muster a proper response to that order.

Without hesitation, the future boss of Passione wandered through the cold halls of the 'castle', knowing he was soon going to be met with the last hurdle before salvation. The culprit of this madness was 'calling' for him, he could feel it in his bones. And soon he was there, watching as he witnessed the boss in his true appearance sitting in what resembled a decadent throne made of chairs and bones and other chilling materials.

Diavolo had long pink hair, leopard-patterned with various spots, parted in a zig-zagging manner. The bangs of that are propped and parted slightly to the side. The rest of his hair is cut straight across at his shoulders. His shirt was made of complex mesh-wiring: it covered his shoulders and torso but down his back and abdomen are linked circles that are tucked under his belt.

The room itself, grand and majestic in its sizes, offered plenty of space to placate Risotto's inherent mobility and make this fight feasible for him to win in a 1v1 contest. And Risotto planned to exploit this opportunity to put an end to this madness before the deplorable plans of Diavolo and Goetia came to fruition.

"Risotto Nero," Diavolo muttered, sitting on his 'throne' and glaring down with his inhuman green eyes at him. "How does it feel to be alone before your king?"

"Flattering I suppose," The professional assassin remarked. "In fact, I believe this is a fitting place for a delusional fool to meet his demise."

Diavolo snorted with an unamused tone, and yet said nothing as someone else entered the room. If before Risotto felt a bit intimidated, now he felt outright scared. It was immediate, almost commanding in its arrival, and yet his red eyes peered with horror as the armored behemoth walked forth. Her armor was sharp, sturdy, made of dark-violet alloy, and her helmet looked like one owned by a dragon with a gray mane. Vicious, unforgiving, she strolled towards Risotto, her dark and white lance with rubies-like sharp barbs manifested and displayed energy.

"Your words matter not, Risotto. This isn't going to be a battle, this is going to be your execution as I was given the chance to put you, the greatest of traitors, down for good," The pink-haired threat remarked. "And now, King Arthur, end this mongrel for good."

The King- no, this was a Tyrant- she merely nodded, uttering no words as she steadied her weapon and rushed forth. Risotto gritted his teeth, backing away and allowing his Stand to disappear from sight.

A battle between an Executioner and its king has started. Revolution or Reaction, that was the strife of a true Passion.

"M-Master, this- this energy-"

The Servant shrieked as both her and her Master were suddenly torn from their previous seat and forced to arch in a manner that allowed them to land without any damage to worry about.

"What just happened?!" Mr. Dawn demanded, sounding frustrated by this sudden development as he facelanded beside them.

"Goetia is trying to do something bad," Arlecchino muttered, holding tight on Medea as they both landed near a mostly-rebuilt Coliseum. He had perceived the shift just mere moments before it happened "A Singularity- he is using his 'batteries' already."

"A-A Singularity?" The Caster repeated in shock. "This- I'm sorry, but I don't know what this means-"

"Goetia is using Miyu and her mother as pseudo-Holy Grails. He can't achieve an immediate shift in reality, but he is coming close to collapsing everything around, with Rome and most of central Italy already consumed by this whole mess," The masked figure muttered. "Track down the source of the massive energy output. We need to stop this mess."

"Dear Lord," The bespectacled priest muttered.

"W-What about the others?" Medea inquired, but complied with the order.

"They will have to manage," He gloomly admitted. "As much as it pains me to admit, we will have to disregard their survival. Reality is on the brink of a full-fledged erasure if we don't get this done quickly."

The Princess of Colchis nodded nervously, her full focus now aimed on the task at hand. It took her a while, but she found a source of energy that could aid a potential Holy Grail War. The trio rushed forth, avoiding any potential confrontations against potential controlled legionnaires, skeletons, and other monstrosities littering the Italian Capital. Their destination proved to be in the Vatican. The Basilica of Saint Peter had been taken over by a large number of monsters, forcing the small group to start fighting their way into the large building.

Medea blasted some of the enemies with magical blasts, while also keeping an eye on healing any wounds on Mr. Dawn as he assisted as much as he could. In the meantime, Arlecchino ruthlessly mowed down opponents without a care or holding back. Anyone watching could see a figure faintly aiding his assault, punching left and right and doubling the brutality shown by the masked figure. The tedious advance eventually ended as there were no foes inside the basilica itself. No, what was inside was a pile of women's bodies.

"Someone killed them, they were with Atrum," Medea commented, holding her staff tightly. "Master, I think-"

"YOU ARE FINALLY HERE!" A monstrous entity roared, blond hair forming a hideous monster that hardly looked human as he descended from the ceiling. A tendril erupted from its left hand, with numerous bulbous red eyes appearing on it as they tried to stab Arlecchino's head. The masked figure backed away, but some damage was done... to his mask. Part of its upper section was torn off, revealing blond hair and a single orange eye through that opening to his face. Arlecchino gritted his teeth, frustrated by the development and taking this little attack personally.

"Atrum. I suppose you really lost your marbles for this occasion," He coldly greeted. "A shame, I would have preferred to kill you a Magus rather than a monster."

"Monster?! I AM STILL HANDSOME!"

His horrible form was filled with an insane amount of prana. But since his circuits couldn't handle this for long, his life was numbered... in mere hours. Minutes if they were lucky.

"N-Not really!" Medea rebuked nervously and frightened, unable to stare at the abomination that once summoned her. "You're repugnant!"

"SHUT UP! YOU STUPID LITTLE- GAH!"

Numerous black keys stabbed onto the beast's back, forcing it to back away and snarl at the one he had ignored. Mr. Dawn merely scoffed.

"A Magus going overboard with his ambitions? Not a novelty."

"I WILL END YOU. I WILL END YOU ALL!"

Arlecchino snorted, grasping his mask and removing it for good, seeing no point in holding back his identity. Mr. Dawn's jaw hit the floor as he got a full view of the bizarre man's face, recognition flashing on his face as he was shocked by the discovery. Before a most foolish and monstrous Atrum, a tall figure stood with piercing orange eyes and well-combed blond hair. A spotless face, and a single amused smile flashing delight at having nothing holding him back.

"No, Atrum," The CEO of Made in Heaven Inc, Lord Dio Joestar, muttered with a smile. "I will end you."

AN

REVELATION! But yes, the same protagonist of Absolute Divinity is indeed one of the three 'heroes' which will fix this mess. There are three goals for each group to deal with. We saw Diavolo and Artoria Alter Lancer, we saw Atrum, but next time will open up to what happened to the rest of the group as the main protagonists will face the biggest threat at the moment.

Sakura's fate is at stake and her future will be dictated by her fortitude and by her friends. May the heavens guide the newest addition to the Joestar family into pure salvation.

Lastly, if this isn't clear at the moment, this Dio will not steal the scene. He is a man with a side mission in this plot and one that will be soon accomplished. No asspulls, no extended assistance, the rest is up to the other characters to solve. I am aware of how risky a move this one is, but trust me when I say I have a clear plan in mind and it will give all a chance to find this a good plot.

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