Warning: The Following Chapters will take place in a World where Nazi Germany won World War 2 and conquered The United States. The chapters will include symbols of the Nazi Regime, talks about the atrocities committed by the Nazis, and the talks of Aryan Race and Superiority and some form of racism. If you are sensitive to any of the things I mention, I encourage you to turn tail. You have been warned. To those who remain, welcome, enjoy the stay.
Night Loomed over New Prussia as The Screeching Vultures sit in silent shock. Everyone but Funny Valentines understands the gravity of the situation. Funny Valentine stands off to the side looking at all of their expressions.
"Now, Now, now. What has gotten into you lot? You're all as pale as a sheet, that Blonde DIO person more so…" Funny Valentine asked planting his fists squarely on his hip.
Yoshikage Kira slammed the palm of his mouth over Valentine's mouth in an attempt to keep him quiet. Everyone was still except for Funny Valentine who was trying to wrestle the surprisingly strong Kira off of him until he felt Kira's vise-like grip feel significantly stronger.
"Shut up! SHUT UP YOU FUCKING FOOL!" Kira whispered furiously, putting a finger to his mouth.
Valentine's violent physical protest subsides, as he calms down he hears a series of footstep, Valentine looked at the rest of the Screeching Vultures, but they were not making a single sound. They were still like mannequins, no, someone else was making the sounds of footsteps.
"Did you also hear a voice around here?" A man with a heavy Prussian accent said.
German Soldiers, more specifically The Waffen-SS. They wore jet black caps, dark green camouflage uniforms and brown combat boots, all holding what look like a modernized version of the STG model of guns, used during World War 2. The Screeching Vultures were at a standstill, they held their breaths, but their heartbeats get so oud that their position might be given away. They could kill them, easily, without a doubt but if they make one wrong step, the entire German army will chase them down, forever, and their mission will be over before it can even begin.
"I did, but it must be Von Halen taking a shit. He loves to talk to himself." Another German Soldier laughed as they walked away.
Kira took his hand off of Funny Valentine's face who was now blue in the face, unintentionally being suffocated by his reluctant teammate to keep him quiet. The Blue eyed, blonde Japanese man tared The President of the United States in the eye.
"Do you understand the Gravity of the Situation we are in?" Kira asked.
The Screeching Vultures
Eiserne Jungfrau Arc
Episode 2: Sunday, Bloody Sunday
These people. No. These weren't people. They were monsters, monsters that committed far more heinous act than the entirety of the Screeching Vultures combined; these monsters won the war by supernatural means. Stand Arrow? Stand Discs? Saint's Corpse? Walleyes? Just Manifesting them out of their own Will to Commit atrocities? No one will ever truly know. It was said that in 1944, a disease swept across the allied forces during the D-Day, their blood became abnormally thin, and their veins neared the surface of their skin. Every minor wound they would receive would become fatal as the quickly bled out. No one knows the origin of the disease, but it killed at least 30,000 Allied American soldiers between 1944-1946.
Funny Valentine was only present in the late 1800s, he would never live to see the First half of the 20th Century, the horrors of the First Great War, and the bloodshed from the second. But now, a serial killer, who killed because hands gave him sexual arousal explained to him what the Germans did.
Concentration Camps, Forced Labor, Frequent Executions, Hatred, The Gas Chambers, The Incinerators, The Fire Pits, Sterilization, Lobotomization, Castration, and the lingering thought of this only scratching the surface of what they done.
Funny Valentine stared off into space, his blue eyes seemed a lot colder than they did 10 minutes ago. His breath hitched as he mustards the strength to say his next words.
"Excuse me, Gentlemen." He said with a shaky voice.
He walks past the rest of the Screeching Vultures let him past. He went up to a large tree in the middle of a clearing he looked up at the green leaves that makes a shadow in the night, then he looks down, but not at the tree roots. He stared at nothing once again, finally digesting what Kira had taught him about, he hunches over and vomits all over the grass. He had cold sweat washing down his face.
These… Fucking Monsters are going to conquer my beautiful nation? No. Im going to make them suffer, I will burn this universe down, before I spend another second existing with these Animals… The Blonde-Haired President thought to himself, as he wiped away the last bit of bile left on his cheek.
He stands back up, manifesting D4C Requiem and began to walk with ominous low burning fury, past his "teammate" shaking with rage towards the 2 unfortunate members of the Waffen-SS. Suddenly a pair of extremely strong hands gave him a suplex, his head crashing down to the hard gassy floor. He gets up gritting his teeth, only to see DIO was the one who slammed him onto the floor.
"What do you think you are doing Mr. Funny Valentine?" The Blonde British Vampire asked, baring his fangs back at the confused American.
"I'm going to destroy this universe, and it's people. They do not deserve existence, so I'm going to ensure their eternal suffering… Do not attempt to get in my way, or you'll be joining them." Funny Valentine.
DIO only smirked and suddenly in a flash he put his right hand behind him. Suddenly he raised it to show off 2 severed heads, belonging to the Waffen-SS troopers that Funny Valentine so desperately wanted to eviscerate.
"While you were monologuing, I stopped time and killed those 2 soldiers. That is The World's ability, stopping time." DIO said with a devilish smirk. "Our mission is to kill these Stand users that The Child told us to kill, not to destroy the world, do that at your own time. Not when our fates are at stake."
"Is that so? Well, my new and improved D4C can not only transport me to another dimension, I can transport that Dimension's version of you and throw him at you, killing you. If you don't want to be the judge of these people and their savagery, then YOU WILL DIE! SAVAGLY." Valentine barked back; his face was beet red in burning fury.
"Fellas! Fellas! We can't fight! We have a mission to do." The Freckled Face Doppio cried out trying to deescalate the situation. However, he froze in his tracks and pointed at the face of Funny Valentine. "Whoa, Mr. Valentine! What happened to your face? When did it get so veiny?"
"Huh?" Funny Valentine seemed confused, he touched his face, and caught a glimpse of the arm under his sleeve.
He rolled up his sleeve, and when he did, he realized that his arm was a lot veinier that he last remembered it. His veins looked like they were about to protrude out of his skin. He followed the veins down his arm, quickly taking off his gloves, more veins thee, he looked like a withering old man. Gulped, this wasn't natural.
Clap, clap, clap.
Someone was slow clapping around the Screeching Vultures. Everyone got their guard up, even the usually timid Doppio.
"Impressive… I never knew there were more people like me." A voice with an odd lack of a German accent said.
Suddenly, from a tree a figure jumped down and rolled as he hit the ground. He looked like any other Waffen-SS Trooper, Black Cap, dark green uniform, brown boots, but there was an odd vibe to him. His eyes seemed habitually bloodshot, and this toothy grin was sharp. He was heavily scared on his face, each scar looked like it was carved out by a particularly sharp knife, but the scaring around his mouth was more jagged, caused from his own teeth.
"I am Feldwebel Edward von Halen. One of the Top Soldiers of the Waffen-SS. And it is a pleasure to meet you all. Unfortunately, I will now have to kill you now." He extended out his arm and suddenly he is able to manifest a sharp red and glossy black kukri blade from midair. "Bloody Sunday…"
Fuck. This guy is a stand user. Diavolo thought, gritting his teeth. And we don't even know what his Stand's Ability is.
"This knife has the ability to make veins much easier to sever, and it also as a blood thinning/anti-blood clotting property to it. Even the smallest wound from something like a piece of paper will be fatal."
Oh, well that was easy. Diavolo responded to his own thought from earlier.
Edward von Halen, Age 28. Birthplace, New Prussia (more specifically, The Bronx.) His Father was a US Defector who enlisted in the Waffen-SS. While on the front line of The Invasion of Washington DC he was critically wounded by artillery shrapnel, and while recovering was stabbed by a particularly sharp rock. It was then he learned to manifest Bloody Sunday. When his father went back on the front line, he used Bloody Sunday to make American Soldier's Veins much more vulnerable. Even the most minor of injuries was guaranteed death for The American Soldiers. After the war was over and Edward's father died, Edward found a sharp rock at his father's grave, which cut him, giving him the new incarnation of Bloody Sunday.
(The difference between Edward's Father's Bloody Sunday and Edward's Bloody Sunday I only in appearance. Edward's Father's Bloody Sunday is a jagged Dagger, whereas Edward's Bloody Sunday is a Kukri Blade.)
Von Halen eyed the Screeching Vultures, his shark toothy smile shined brighter than the full moo that casted overhead. He was confident in his abilities to kill; any movement will immediately be retaliated by Bloody Sunday. Doppio hid behind his Boss, Diavolo stepped forward. Enough of this, time to end this fight before it begins. As he stepped forward to face Von Halen, his hair covered his eyes, and Epitaph, King Crimson's secondary ability, manifested and showed Diavolo a glimpse into the future.
Diavolo saw a 3rd Person image of himself, his veins were bulging from out of his skin and a sharp knife was approaching him, the knife was red and black, similar to Bloody Sunday itself. If it were to hit Diavolo, it would end him immediately, but since the scene is incomplete, he would be able to make himself intangible. Wait, hold on. Diavolo remembers who was standing behind him. Doppio. So… the question was, move and get Doppio hurt or even kill? Or don't move, and try to block the flying knives as much as he can without getting cut? Diavolo did not have time to hesitate, so he decided what the best course of action was.
King Crimson bursts out from behind the Stout, Pink Haired Italian and punched away four knives that were thrown at him at near-light speed. Suddenly Diavolo felt a sharp pain on his hand. He looked down and saw that his hand, no, his entire arm was covered in veins, and he had just received a small cut on his knuckle. Scarlett liquids began to pour out of his knuckle at incredible speeds, for being such a small cut it was expelling a lot of blood.
"Bloody Sunday has taken your body." Edward von Halen said, tapping the blunt side of his blade onto his temple, mocking the Mafioso.
"BOSS!" Doppio cried out.
"Bastard…." Diavolo snarled.
Funny Valentine and Diavolo are compromised. DIO gritted his teeth, showing off his two vampire fangs that seemed as sharp at von Halen's teeth. He had the perfect stand for this situation, he can avoid all dangers within the time stop.
"THE WORLD!" DIO summoned the Ultimate Stand, as time began to slow down it became less saturated. "Time grinds to a halt…" DIO leisurely walks behind German Trooper.
DIO was going to impale this pathetic Trooper with nothing but the force coming from the arm of The World's arm.
"I am going to wipe that pathetic smile off you face. If hell doesn't exist already, I will make one just for you." DIO monologues as he strolled behind von Halen. "3… 2… 1… Zero, time resumes."
As everything resaturated there is a half a second between time resuming and The World impaling von Halen, except, during that half a second von Halen snapped around at subsonic speeds as slashes The World's abdomen. DIO's intestines and other major organs spill out along with a hot, red soup. What? Impossible. A man with a blade was faster than The World? No. NO!
"You got overzealous, Brite (Briton.) Bloody Sunday has compromised your blood." Von Halen pointed to the waterfall of blood that was coming out of both DIO and The World.
"LORD DIO!" Pucci screamed as he summoned Whitesnake.
The White Stand with a black crown charged von Halen, readying for an ultra-precise and ultra-sharp cut to the neck to decapitate von Halen, but whilst in midair it is tackled by the red stand, King Crimson, both crashing into a tree in the process.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, DIAVOLO?" Pucci roared at the Stout Pink Haired Italian.
"Look! You've also been infected by Bloody Sunday!" Diavolo responded, pointing at Pucci's face.
Pucci touched his face, and looked at his arms, Bloody Sunday has affected The Priest's veins. That is now 4/6 members of the Screeching Vultures with compromised blood. Vinegar Doppio and Yoshikage Kira were the only ones not compromised, and both of them were hiding behind a tree.
"Oh god, oh god, oh crap. What do we do? If we try to attack, then we are toast!" Doppio whispered over to Kira with trembling breath.
Kira exhaled through the nose in response, he knows not to go in guns blazing, he needed to be smart about this. I cannot use Sheer Heart Attack, if that Pucci's stand is a long-distance Stand, and he still got compromised, I will also get compromised. And I do not want to know what 2 unstoppable forces chasing each other would look like. But… If he is foolish enough to touch something that was touched by Killer Queen, maybe I can blow him up with out him noticing it was me. Kira looked around to see what he can throw. There were multiple small branches, but he needed something that can pose even the slightest of threats to the Trooper, so he is going to need something like a rock, but there were none in the vicinity. He glances over to the cowering Pink haired kid.
"Hey Kid… DO me a favor." Kira whispered to Doppio. Doppio looked up, he looked like he was on the verge of crying his eyes out any second. "Go find me a nice, smooth looking rock, so I can throw it at that asshole…"
"What… What is a rock going to do against him?" Doppio questioned.
"Just do it!" Kira growled, quickly causing Doppio to get up and run deeper into the forest out of sheer fear.
Why would The Devil send a literal kid on such a grueling mission? What had HE done to be put with us? I mean, it is The Devil. So, I must not be so surprised. Kira thought to himself as he peered from behind the tree to see how the battle was going down.
Just to sum it up. Not good. Diavolo, Valentine and Pucci were all in the cross hairs of the crazy stand wielding German, who was relentless in trying to give them a deeper cut using his many knives, and his stand itself. The three stand users were cautious of every step they made, slipping once will spell doom. Diavolo tired to see the future with Epitaph, but everything he saw was just another incoming projectile, at times when he cannot react fast enough, he uses King Crimson to become intangible.
Funny Valentine wanted to use D4C-R to get out of harm's way and maybe lose the effects of Bloody Sunday, but he always thought back to The Child's words.
"Don't attempt to run from me. I will find you. And I'll make you relive your Fate forever."
One shudders to imagine what inhuman thoughts lie behind that mysterious façade of a Child's innocent face. What type of fate would he be afraid of living through over and over again? Seeing his Nation burn in Hell where he is destined to go at his death? What worse than that?
Enrico Pucci tried to use Whitesnake to try to steal a Stand Disc, or a memory disc away form von Halen, but every time he got closer, he seems to put himself in an easily avoidable situation, like von Halen trying to slash Whitesnake's (and in the process, Pucci's) carotid artery. However, with one fast jab, he was able to slip past Bloody Sunday itself and touch the forehead of von Halen. Yes! The Black priest thought to himself. I got him now. Now it is time to steal his Stan- Wait. Why isn't there anything happening.
To Pucci's horror, no Stand Disc manifested from the head of Edward von Halen. The SS Trooper did not like the fact that Whitesnake was able to dodge all of his attack and get up close in personal with him, so, using Bloody Sunday, he cut Whitesnake's arm three times. Blood began squirting out of Pucci's arm like a geyser. How? How could there be no stand disc? Everyone who has a stand creates a Stand Disc. How? HOW?
As a last resort, Whitesnake spit a blob of white stomach acids at direct range as cover to make a tactical retreat. However, with lightning-fast reflexes, von Halen threw a red and black knife directly at the Acids, splattering it everywhere but it's intended target. The knife then darts toward Whitesnake's face. Whitesnake attempts to dodge but is quickly sliced in the right cheek by the knife.
Pucci began wheezing heavily, he had just lost a lot of blood, if he closes his eyes now there is a possibility of him not waking up, by sheer force of will he kept his eyes open as he began to keel over on the floor.
"I can't… Achieve heaven… If I die here…" He weakly said to himself, as nothing but a motivator to keep himself alive.
As Pucci began to bleed out, the knife that was thrown at Whitesnake's White Acid lodged itself in the tree that Kira was hiding behind. He stared at it, and the gears began turning in his head, and he quickly formulated a plan.
"KILLER QUEEN!" Kira summoned his explosive creating, pink cat stand.
Killer Queen grabbed the black and red knife and threw it back at Edward von Halen, who caught it before it could reach his face. He seemed unimpressed by the throw, merely looking down at his knife and looking at Kira with disappointment in his eyes.
"Ah, so it looks like there is a Banane (Banana, an anti-Asian insult,) amongst the clown show. Figures as much, we've always hated the Kaiserreich Japan. But now…" He pulled back the same knife he caught only a few moments ago, ready to throw it back at Kira. "Bloody Sunday has already compromised your blood."
Kira looked at his once beautiful hand, seeing that his blood and veins are in fact being manipulated by Bloody Sunday. But that doesn't matter. He had already won.
"Unfortunately for you, Edward von Halen… Killer Queen has already touched the knife…" With out another word, Kira pressed his thumb onto the side of his index finger.
The silent explosion that followed distorted Edward von Halen's body beyond recognition. He screamed as he fell to the floor, writhing in pain, dropping his stand next to him. Kira looked back at his hands, they were no longer veiny, which means Bloody Sunday's effects are wearing off. Pucci's breathing became less sporadic, and his eyelids became less heavy, his bloody was no longer flowing out of his small wounds as quickly as it did before, but he still lost a large amount of blood.
"Hey! Kira! I found the rocks you told me to- Oh. You took him down already." Doppio said, with an air of disappointment.
Pucci and Diavolo joined the other two around the downed Edward von Halen, glaring with murderous intent down on him. The SS-Trooper tried to reach for his stand, but Diavolo kicked it away, licking the blood that still trickled down his knuckles.
"Not so cocky without your Blade are you now, Herr von Halen?" Pucci said with corrosive venom in his words.
"Let me go damn it!" An oddly familiar voice said.
The quartet looked towards to voice and saw Funny Valentine dragging someone by their collar. The person being dragged was… Edward von Halen? He wasn't wearing an SS uniform, instead he was wearing black buttoned-down shirt and slacks. Funny Valentine ignored the puzzled looks he got from his fellow Vultures, and without a word he threw the civilian von Halen into the SS-Trooper of himself. Suddenly the two beings began to scream out in agony as they liquify and solidify.
"I believe you all should run…" Funny Valentine said as h ran away from the writhing incarnations of Edward van Halen.
Not wanting to know what that ominous statement entailed they all ran toward Funny Valentine. The smaller Doppio was being carried by Diavolo. Suddenly obliteration occurred between the two von Halen's, causing a small explosion that would have severely injured everyone in the vicinity. Everyone turned to look at Valentine, about to bombard him with a multitude of questions, but when they looked at his face, it was completely blank, but they can see in his eyes that there was a volcanic fury in him; the wrath that he promised to unleash onto the entirely of this universe, he let it obliterate the Waffen-SS Trooper. The fury of a Patriot. They all decided to keep their mouths shut.
"Wait… Wait. Wait. We are missing someone…" Pucci said, glancing around. "Where's Lord DIO?"
Everyone glanced around, looking for the Blonde Vampire. He was recently eviscerated, but no one can locate his body. Suddenly, in the distance, they hear what sounded light faint screaming and muffled gun fire. Everyone looked up, and in the horizon, a flock of indistinguishable black birds fluttered away in fear. A lucky break for the Screeching Vultures as they have the exact location on where DIO is.
They all sprinted to the scene, only to find an entire encampment of Waffen-SS soldiers absolutely massacred. Blood pooled around each dead body, all varying in fatal injuries. Gored and Impaled through the chest, amputated, and some even decapitated. But they all share 2 things in common. The same expression of fear on their faces, and the fact that they all seemed completely drained of their blood.
There stood DIO, his thumb was pairing the jugular of another Waffen-SS Trooper, all of the blood being drained from the Trooper's face. DIO was absorbing the blood into his own healing factor. The intestines that hanged from the deep wound formed by Bloody Sunday were gone, back into DIO's abdomen. He glanced at them, cracking open a big, open-fanged smile.
"I assumed you took out the Stand Welding soldier?" DIO asked the rest of the Screeching Vultures.
They all nodded, except for Kira who's face remained stoic and unmoving.
"Yeah, no thanks to you…" Kira said to the British Vampire.
"Um… Excuse me, but as you saw during the fight I was critically wounded, and I needed to absorb the blood of innocents in order to heal. But there were no innocent people around so I decided to kill these soldiers instead." DIO said, glaring at Kira.
There was tension between the Vampire and the Serial Killer, but it was nothing that will escalate into a fight, however the tension was soon broken by a shaky voice saying numbers
"Yes… yes, there is some Blonde Brite tearing apart people with his bear hands, he look like he was wounded recently, but he's killed at least 17 of our Troopers, AH!" The Trooper screamed as he saw said Brite standing behind him, flanked by a black priest and a Japanese Business man.
Before the Trooper can say another word, Whitesnake appeared and with one swift chop, decapitated the lone Trooper.
"Phew… Okay, maybe we can spend the night here…" But before Yoshikage Kira continued he was interupted by the Radio
"Yes, Hello? We are sending in everyone station near by." Someone on the Radio said.
The Screeching Vultures stopped in their tracks and looked at the radio, a 2 words displaced on the small screen, the screen that shows who The Trooper was speaking to. "Die Fuhrer." The Leader. Now the Screeching Vultures were about to get over-runned by a large portion of the German Army, the Werhmact.
"Uh oh." Pucci said out loud.
"Uh oh." Doppio repeated.
"FUCK." Kira yelled in anger.
"What do you think you're doing?" The Child asked Funny Valentine. "I told you not to use D4C to try and escape the mission…" The Child glared at the American.
Funny Valentine shifted uncomfortably before laying his arm onto the corner of the building he was standing by. However he sighed and pointed at someone across the street, sitting by a bus stop, reading a book.
"Do you know who that is over there?" Valentine asked The Child.
The Child glanced at the man's direction.
"Yup, that is Eddie Schmitt Halen. Professor at New Prussia State College. Why?"
"That man is an alternate version of Edward von Halen… One of the Stand Users you sent us to eliminate…" Valentine responded. "I'm here to abduct him from this universe and merge him with the Stand User version of him…"
"Why would you want to? I thought Kira already blew him up…"
"Yes, he did, but I don't think he is dead just yet, merging them will finish the job, permanently…" Valentine said.
"Why go through all that trouble-"
"Because I want to see that sorry son of a bitch suffer for being part of the German Regime that took over my beloved USA. You would understand that… right Lucifer?" Valentine said, not taking his eye off of Eddie.
The Child only examined his face, before silently chuckling to himself.
"No matter if I give you a second chance at redemption, you will never change Funny Valentine… For your nation, you will always be a monster…" The Child said before disappearing, satisfied with the answer Valentine gave to him…
Funny Valentine stood by himself for a few seconds, staring at the oblivious Eddie Schmitt Halen.
"I know…" Valentine said to nobody.
End of Episode 2
Musical References: "Sunday, Bloody Sunday," a song by U2. "Edward/Eddie von Halen," derived from legendary Dutch American Guitarist Eddie van Halen (1955-2020), founder of rock band "Van Halen."
