Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: DIO's Last Stand, a jojo's bizarre adventure fanfic

1988.

Meanwhile...

Jotaro Kujo and Joseph Joestar, both descendants of the Joestar Bloodline, along with their allies, finally arrived on Cairo, Egypt, to face their worthless enemy, DIO! Holly Kujo, Joseph's daughter and Jotaro's mom as well, developed a Stand that's acting against her, making her very ill! To kill DIO and seal the bond between the Joestars and the one who invaded it's domain a long time ago is the only option to save Holly's life! Unfortunately, none of JoJo's comrades were any match for the overwhelming power of DIO's Stand, The World XXI, wielder of formidably strenght and the time stop ability! Only DIO and Jotaro Kujo were left standing to fight each other! The World And Star Platinum are the same kind of Stand!

Before old Enyaba went insane after her son's death at the tip of Silver Chariot's furious rapier and became obssesed with revenge since them, she said those words to DIO!

— Master DIO! You will rule over time! Each day your power will grow! You must believe that you can indeed move while time stands still! It must be easy to do, like the way a person inhale and exhales in order to pump oxygen to it's body cells! What's more important is to believe that you can do it! You must have the willpower to do the impossible! Will you truly control The World?

— I, DIO, had by far surpassed all the living things, including all Stand Users! Now I can stop time for five seconds, and day by day that time grows longer... Just show me how powerful you are, Jotaro Kujo! Your pitiful Star Platinum is no match for the versatile power of MY STAND, THE WORLD!

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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 3: Stardust Crusaders

DIO's Last Stand

–DIO'S World 16-18 Revisited–

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After a fierce difficult battle against DIO, involving time stops and knives threw at his body, Jotaro Kujo thought that he completely defeated him. But he was wrong. Very wrong. Utterly wrong. Even thought Jotaro managed to break DIO's skull and consequently damage his brain, DIO found a way to power himself up, sucking Joseph's blood! Now he stands before Jotaro, a familiar star birthmark on his neck, and his torso naked like a statue of a Greco-Roman god! Has Jotaro got pissed off so far after all those events, for all the deaths surrounding the Joestar lineage? The battle of generations is finally coming to an end! For once, and for all!

— MMM MMM MMM MMM MMM! Joseph's blood suits me very well. It feels so perfect in this body... MY power has recovered like I've never felt before...

— Damn you... DIO!...

— HA HA HA HA HA HA! Heh... It seems that I, DIO, outsmarted you! That was my escape route, Jotaro! But before you try to do any inconsiderate action, let me tell you a brief story. A hundred years ago, this body belonged to your great-grandfather, Jonathan Joestar. Before I rejected my original bloodline to become superior to all humans, I tried to poison his father a century ago to acquire the Joestar fortune, but the Joestar Bloodline has always been an unslightly nuisance for me, just like putrid dog shit on the middle of street. My plan failed and Jonathan ruined my life, so did I. On the same night Jonathan defeated me, or at least, seemingly 'defeated' me, I was able to prevent his Hamon flowing throught my body reach my brain by cutting off my head. One of my loyal servants from that time, found my head and so I followed with my final gesture. If it wasn't for the Joestar's presence on my life, I would never had received the vampiric powers of the stone mask, but, at the same time, one of the Joestar's kept me from taking the world for my own. Jonathan and I were the two sides of the same coin, fire and ice, life and death. Now that I was respecting Jonathan, after all he had been throught, I realized something. I needed to take the body of the only person in the world I respected, make it own, and live eternity with it! That was my destiny! To live as one with Jonathan's body! Jonathan Joestar's life may had dissapeared into oblivion, but I, DIO, the choosen one to rule all the living beings of this world, took over his body, and now you, Jotaro Kujo, you were the one who led me there to suck Joseph's blood with these very fingers and so complete my fusion with Jonathan's body! Don't you see, Jotaro? It seems that the fate of all the Joestars is to be used – or abused – by me, DIO! FWA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!...

ゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴ

DIO laughs insanely as he grotesquely pierces and tears his skin from his own face, demonstrating nastly to poor Jotaro his regenerative powers, alike a planarium vermin growing two heads after being cut in a half. Screaming like the victims of Guernica; DIO resembles a visceral carnage, the same belonging to Francis Bacon Painting. At that moment, Jotaro's anger increased in such an instant. The lose of his friends, his mother suffering from an illness that'll kill her, his grandpa being crudely violated in front of his eyes by the scoundrel who took over his great grandfather's body by it's own... Jotaro slowly walked towards DIO, until something caught his attention. As DIO laughs as insane as a maniac, standing next to Joseph's body, the light poles around the street looks brighter than the normal, as Jotaro looks at a figure that, somehow, resembles his grandfather...

— Guh! Is that...G-Gramps?

— Jotaro... The time was finally arrived. It's up to you close the book of DIO and all the horryfying things that happened to our family and those who stayed at our side. Do it before Holly becomes another victim of the curse DIO impregnated on the Joestars a century ago. You're slowly learning how to move while time stands still. Two or three seconds... that's great. Maybe the only way to defeat DIO for once and for all is to invade it's frozen domain. Use that time wisely, Jotaro... do you understand?

— I understand, Gramps.

— Well... this trip was sure a lot of fun, don't you think? We had quite an adventure together... meeting new friends, fighting enemy Stands, crossing new countries... The last 50 days were a lot of fun. Don't worry about me. Kakyoin solved the secret behind DIO's Stand ability... thus, I relayed his message to you. It was meant to be this way. If we had fought DIO together as one, we would be all dead. After all the adventures I've been throught my life, it's time to finally rest. Sure if I was alive, I would share to you all the adventures I've been throught my life, like the day I broke a cop's finger with a Coke lid... hehe. And remember... no matter what DIO does to my body, you must never lose your cool, Jotaro... Never succumb yourself to such a foolish rage. Right, Jotaro?

— Wait, Gramps!

As Joseph's soul ascends on the sky, more brighter the light poles became. Jotaro cover his eyes for a brief moment, until he perceives that his grandfather is already gone. Was Jotaro's psyche so disturbed that he was seeing things? His eye was about to shatter into tears falling like a broken mirror of a family portrait, but-

— Hey, Jo-ta-ro! Has the cat gotten your tongue? Well... WATCH THIS!

DIO sticks his fingers as they penetrate deep inside Joseph's aorta. Having reached the height of his power, DIO sucks dry all the blood pumping inside until Joseph's body turns pale and lifeless. Jotaro's anger increased further than before!

— HA HA HA HA HA! I've sucked him dry like a desert! As long as I could! It feels so nice... SO NICE! Are you scared yet, Jotaro Joestar?

— (Gramps, I know you said not to get angry, but that's impossible. No HUMAN could stay calm after seeing THIS! And my last name is KUJO!)

Jotaro charges towards DIO, guided by his deep grieve, pursuing DIO like a lion about to eat the flesh of a horned gnu, but before Jotaro could harm DIO with a single punch of fury from his Star Platinum, DIO summons The World to propel himself in the air, as he vanishes faster than an ordinary eye blink.

— (Oh, what a pain. Why does DIO dissapeared? Wasn't he thirst of blood? No... It can't be... POLNAREFF! He's going after Polnareff! I need to find him before he sucks Polnareff!)

Jotaro summons Star Platinum as he propels himself in the air using his Stand's legs, just like DIO did before. Wandering around Cairo's roofs, Jotaro felt something that sent chills down to his spine, the same sensation he felt when Nukesaku, one of the many DIO's minions, opened DIO's coffin and the same Nukesaku was found inside it, dead. That was insane, but now it makes clear sense. Time doesn't 'stop' inside DIO's world. Indeed, everything stands still, but time keeps flowing slowly. You can't slow down the cycle, only if you were a God. DIO's goal is to achieve perfection over human beings and any being at all. As his own name says, he's GOD. Jotaro ignored that dark feeling when he finally reaches the alley Polnareff was lurking, all beaten up to a pulp.

— Polnareff...

— J-J-Jo-Jotaro... *Cough!* Jotaro... I-I-I... We did it... D-DIO is g-g-gone, isn't he?

— Unfortunately not, Polnareff. In fact, DIO seems to be stronger than before. It will be hard to defeat him alone.

— Jotaro... I've already accomplished everything Fate deserved for me. *Cough!* J. Geil... I killed that bastard in order to avenge my sister's death... When we'll meet each other again, I'm sure she'll be smiling upon that excuse of human's death... Vanilla Ice... He murdered Iggy and Avdol, so I killed him as well. B-But all of that happened b-because of DIO's influence. If I c-could move, maybe I would help you, Jo-Jotaro... b-b-but I c-can't... *Blargh!*

— Polnareff, are you alright?

— I-It's nothing, Jotaro. I guess t-that DIO delivered such a massive damage on my stomach... *Ouuuugh!*

— Polnareff! What!? Tooth marks on his neck!... It can't be...

— Oh ho... What a stupid and pointless flow of human emotions we have here...

— Guh?!

Jotaro couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. DIO turned himself into... a bat! Standing in the top of the corner, darkness surrounding his wings, demonics wings belonging to a monster; a Disparate, missing from Goya's portrait. To think he could do that all this time... shivers were sent down to Jotaro's spine. A secret ability, hidden underneath the skin; Jotaro and his comrades had faced many of his enemies, Stand wielders, with secret abilities showed at the last hour, the true threat exposed at the peak of the battle, because that's the unnexpected nature of all Stand users, and the nature of humans as well. DIO stood there, flapping his wings, facing Jotaro.

— This pitiful world... Is it yours, Jotaro? This world of humans... MISERABLE HUMANS!... think, Jotaro... you are born, feeded by a female, learn from father to feel in love with females, make male friends, fall in love with a female, marry with her, copulate her, and your sons are born, and so, history goes on for you, the humanoid retroviral existence. Why do humans need to do such a thing? to find a sense of security, of course. Like ants, they are stupid without someone guiding them, and an entire life of suffering and torture is dedicated since the day you felt the blazes of a warm air burning your infant lungs. That's why humans believe in such a friend created throught history of civilizations. They called him by God, their God. The ENDS justifies the means? Don't make me laugh. The GOD, the only and one, justify the mean. To think your speciment is so stupid to order someone kill someone whose God has the same concept of existence as the other's God. That's why I rejected my humanity, Jotaro! And I feel fine! I can't stand the human nature of yours. All you humans do is to kill in order to secure such a 'territory' that doesn't even belong to you, people. And when humans fear to be killed, I offer then security. Eternal security. Because I AM GOD. THE ALPHA AND OMEGA. THE BEGINNING AND THE END. HA HA HA HA HA! Even thought Polnareff's mind refused to join me, maybe his flesh is worthy for something. It shall rise again, like my loyal servant, Vanilla Ice, the one who murdered Avdol and Iggy in a row. Tragic, don't you think? THAT'S THE IRONY! FWA HA HA HA HA HA HA... HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!

— Grrrr... I'm sick of you, DIO!

— Yes, Jotaro! HA HA HA HA HA HA! DIE LIKE A DOG, JOTARO! DIE BURNED IN THE INFERNO FLAMES LIKE DANNY! DIE AFTER A WORTHLESS EFFORT IN VAIN, LIKE THAT ARABIAN SALUKI YOU CALL BY AVDOL, AND THAT APODE ILL MONGREL, IGGY! DIE STUPIDLY LIKE THAT SHIBA INU KAKYOIN! WRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!™

ゴゴゴゴゴゴゴ ゴゴゴゴゴゴ ゴゴゴ

At this rate, DIO is ready to kill two birds with a stone! Jotaro Kujo, the last obstacle in order to fullfill the achievement of his destiny! And Polnareff, with the vampiric essence running throught his veins! With Joestar blood pumping inside his stolen body, DIO feels overconfident! His bat jaw open in 90°, the halo of the moon shining throught his teeth, his wings in plenty flight! What will happen next to Jotaro? Nothing! Right when DIO was about to bite Jojo... *BLANG! WWWSH! BLORSH!*; A bullet traveled throught his left wing! DIO felt like a dove's corpse, a seraph angel with a broken wing, on the floor. He later morphed in an instant to his humanoid vampire shape. Jotaro only stood still, vulnerable as DIO, whose injured left arm was hurt as Jotaro and Polnareff in a whole.

— DIO... I've never thought that you would be such an idiot...

— ...Hmph?

When DIO did acrobatics with his legs to stand in his feet like Rhodes, a white arm carrying a gun pointing at DIO's back arises from the shadows engulfing the alley. The figure of a tall man, curvy blonde hair as DIO, dressed in an flaxen outfit, almost resembling a middle west cowboy. His name... is Hol Horse. His Stand... The gun, right pointing throught DIO's head, is called by Emperor, whose bullet's trajectory – until a certain lenght – guided by his thoughts. His philosphy of world – his motto– is based on the quote "Why be number one, if you can be number two". He becomes a threat when in disposal of a partner following him.

— Hol Horse... Weren't you supposed to be at hospital with that brat? Why do you insist on appearing before me? You dissapointed me enough. I should've get ridden of you before, but your flesh is worthless to be crumbled like mincemeat between my jaw. Vanish at once!

— Who said I would? I'm no more a follower of yours, DIO. Besides, I deeply want my bullet to travel throught your skull.

— Hol Horse... I have no time deserved for yours anymore, said DIO, rising his right arm, adressing Hol Horse with a roman signal to leave. Besides being unnaceptable for giving him to yours, isn't Emperor a Stand of long ranges?

— Tch! 'Out of range for the bullet's efficiency', DIO. Besides, I'm not running away as a frightening child, like I did before. Because I have something many of our men don't wanted to achieve before your presence.

— And what's it such a tepid being like yours have of relevance above others like you, asked DIO. Hol Horse's hand stood upon his heart, while his gun were still pointing stubbornly at the vampire's back.

— Courage. Courage is to know your fears from the bottom of your human soul and own them! And my fear is a tiny flea, called DIO! No matter how strong you are, could you call an invasive itchy tiny flea like yours courageous, DIO?

— Me, a flea of ours? Hmph! Trying to deceive me, DIO, with such utterly irrelevant words only an irrelevant human as Jotaro could comprehend? Like the torch Paris mom gave birth at the start of Troia, your words spread like the greek fire who awaited for ten long years of a battle led by the feelings of Olympian gods. Hours, minutes, seconds... It doesn't matter for me, choosen wielder of The World! As soons as eternity and control over this world will be granted to me, I, DIO, will be a Deity, ruling all beings over the skies... Heaven, if you prefer.

— Heaven? Pfft! Don't be such a cocky, DIO. Your ashes deserve to sleep in the blazes of a Hell called sun. If you truly is above us, them why you can't resist to the sunlight itself? Have you achieved the status of being above the food chain only to be there with us? Also, I saw what you did with Kakyoin boy. You should be ashamed of wasting your powers into humans like us, DIO. After all, with this ambition and pride of yours... you're still one of us.

— Hmph! Nonsense! To compare me, DIO, with a scoundrel like you...

— You are the true scoundrel here, DIO. This ability of manipulating people with this body endowed of Caligula's passion and that Hitler hairdo of yours. Heck, this rotten flesh doesn't even belong to ours. You stink, like the Tamisa river of your century! Worse than puke, repulsive as diarrhea from a donkey's ass. You're evil, DIO! The evilest of them all. You are a scumbag, rotten down to the Earth's core. You know my partner, that Boingo Mondatta boy. His Stand, the egyptian god of Wisdom, Thoth, never lies. You always thought his only ability is to prevail what will came next. It really is. This, if you consider the line Past and Future to be Past at behind and Future to be beyond. This belief of Past/Future lineage is our society's belieft, not the unique instaured. Like Espinoza and Locke, PAL and NTSC television sets; we have the right to choose divergent points. The Aymara people from Peru, for example, believe the Past is beyond them, and the Future is left behind. You think you're seeking the Future, when in reality, all you seek is the resolve of a inner grief from the Past. Ain't that right, Dio Brando?

DIO stood quiet for a while, in his humanoid form. Something wasn't alright. His mood changed on a dime of second. His attention were caught in an instant by the last word said by Hol Horse. To be called once again by 'Brando' after the entirety of this 100 year slumber... To see a country change from a monarchy to a democratic government, carriages to automobiles, if you're immortal as DIO. Over that moment, he finally went all ears for Hol Horse, instead of staring at the last threat of Joestar blood near his world, know as Jotaro Kujo.

— The egyptian god of wisdom never lies about the Future, considering both our society or the Aymara people's belief. This 'ol Hol Horse has seen with this 'ol eye of mine what you've done before. You even stole the love of Jonathan's life for you, like Mephistopheles steals the souls of innocent ones. You kill people for fun, DIO. Like Nero did with the christians, you're never satisfied when it comes to hurting people or dissapointing them. A woman hurt is the reason why the Joestars are here. A gentleman like you, to even hurt women... Despicable! I feel better breathing in fumes than watching your nails, sharp as Death's scythe, cut the throat of another virgin who sold you her kindness and innocence, withered away with your empty touch. I feel sick of being the same speciment as yours!

— Heh. A single word came from DIO's lips, followed by more — Is that... all you had? After you had took everything from the bottom of your soul's lakebed to be exposed against me, DIO? So upset you had been, trembling legs like a chicken about to lay an egg falling from her ass, to show us a little ounce of a yet another forgettable moment of clarity. But the spotlight is still in you, Jotaro!

The World made an briefy appearance, endowed of gold like Buddha's statue, to later vanish like the Phantom of the Opera, the exact moment when DIO felt the warm touch of the veins belonging to Hol Horse's arm, and the cold like a corpses gun of his upon his skull.

— Tsk, tsk... We're not finished yet, DIO. Heheh... Sun Tzu says: "All warfare is based on deception"; that's why I always bring a second weapon to the battle. The art of deceiving an opponent, at the point his world falls like the roof of Job' house. I still remember about you, Pol Pol. You were so angry about Avdol being shot. A lone wolf like yours didn't predicted that, did you? And what came next either... But this now concerns you and only you, DIO. No more Polnareff, or his dear deceased sister. Just me and a piece of crap it's YOU! The ultimate garbage to be DISPOSED at once!

— And what do you intend to seek by sticking your gun into my head like that?

— I'm begging to shoot you, DIO. This time, I won't miss it. Hehe... I can see the frontnews from tomorrow... 'Hol Horse: The Man Who Shot Dio Brando'; or is it DIO? Does the fact this ordinary surname once belonged to you as a human is what makes you upset? A word, with the same weight as the 'Joestar' word? It's truly a horrible thing to be associated with that moron, the same who raped a woman whose birth gave a shit to this same word as your father... Dario, isn't it?

ゴゴゴゴゴ ゴゴゴゴゴ ゴゴゴゴゴ

Jotaro looked at DIO. When Hol Horse said the word 'Dario', DIO's owned legs trembled briefly – a thing only Star Platinum's quick look could detect – like the ones belonging to a kid about to be slapped with a whip. Instead of shedding tears, sweat felt from his face. His frown reluctantly ergued ticked. If it was hatred, anger, desperation or insecurity... Jotaro couldn't deduce on his own.

— Hol Horse... to share of the same guts like that impostor Tenille I sent to Hong Kong to get rid of the Joestar while in the sea. You pretended to betray me, your master, your God. It doesn't matter anymore if that whore was drunken or not, I don't give a shit for that piece of shit I, as a human, once called by father-

— And yet, you still obeyed him. Even when he died, you were freed as a bird, or at least, you thought. Because you are the same as your father, vampire or not. Putrid, and envious as well, like a human being. To think George were so kind to ours, even looked at you as his own son, AND YET, you had to poison him in order to take his fortune, like you did with Dario as well; even Jonathan's heart almost succumbed of the same poison with the guilty of letting a stranger like you kill his father, his only remaining parent. But that's your nature, your immutable concept of living. You modus operandi, I clearly understand it now. No matter if you face a noble, or a peasant, you are able to find a flaw into each emotional weakness we humans carry within us, them, without noticing it, we are guided towards the path of darkness you since desired, because we blindly trust in you. Me, Avdol, Kakyoin, Polnareff and the others... EVEN CHILDREN! We all thought you were a guardian angel, who came to answer our prayers and protect us. But Lucifer was an angel too, wasn't he? We were all caught by your Charisma this way. This same feeling that drove those germans to become nazis is the same that lead a man to swear loyalty to you! DIO! All I need is to get rid of a scum like you, DIO! My distaste for you can't even be told from the words in the book, or be measured by physical lenghts. A DIO is a DIO is a DIO, no matter which kingdom or reality he rules. With a single-bullet of mine, I shall expurge you, DIO, from this reality we both share! Not only I do this for me, but for the safety of humanity's last hope against your kind... the Stand wielders! Adeus, DIO!...

*BANG!*

A shot were delivered from the tip of Emperor's gun barrel, right throught... the wall? DIO? He dissapeared once again. Jotaro didn't perceived, because he went distracted on his thoughts about the old man's situation. And time has been stopped once again. The World stood in front of Hol Horse, succesfully delivering a blow in his stomach, launching his body towards the wall in the second time moved freely.

— (Damn! His time stop counting has increased! Just one second is enough for a big threat. I must be careful for now...)

— Damn... He hit my collar bone in a slight hit, didn't he? Ugh, it hurts... I feel I'm about to puke my entrails. But don't worry about me, Jojo. You should worry about Polnareff lurking over there. You know, Jotaro, sooner or later, that no such man is able to carry the weight of those words I said before, not even DIO couldn't. As you may know, The World has a range of 10 meters. Maybe he vanished like a squonk and used his Stand instead of killing me with his own hands. That's the inherent sin of each Stand User... To use Stands above yourself as a way to resolve conflicts and hide from the law, the consequences given. Just like barbarians and his swords; the russians and their nukes. But aren't Stands ourselves as well? Then, that's the inherent sin of each human being as well. So... what are you gonna do now, Jojo? Let Pol Pol became a vampire as DIO?

— This doesn't concerns yours, said Jotaro, carrying the letargic Polnareff on his shoulder. Why should I see you as an ally? This sudden redemption of ours... Won't convince this Joestar here.

— Well, don't you remembered I shot DIO's left wing? Besides being a thing only a courageos one like me would do, didn't you perceived that wound took that long to heal itself? Even until now, that wound in his left arm didn't fully healed... If you want then you should destroy the left side of the body with Star Platinum! That's a wise thing to do.

— And why should I trust you, coward? I still won't forgive what you did with Avdol...

— Jotaro, please... No more resentments, okay? Guard your 'ORAORAS' for later. Look, it wasn't me who shot Avdol. I had no reason to do it so. This DIO... He had dominance over him, unlike this gun. 'Guns' don't kill people, Jojo. 'People' kill people, because 'People' made those guns to be hang around. A sensation of power, the touch of death in the press of your fingers. With a gun, you can change your life, for better or for worse. It's such a thing a teenager like you would never understand. Or maybe you could, Jojo. The Emperor and Star Paltinum... they both share offense and defense enough to kill people. Heh... my mom were one of the lucky ones that survived the Armenian genocide. This, because she carried a gun in her arm and shooted every turkish bastard in her way out of that wretched country.

— (Good grief).

— How ironic things ended for her... to think I'm also half-british as well. The blood running throught my veins doesn't even belong to decent people, unlike you, Jojo...

— I don't think so. I may be a Joestar in blood, but this doesn't mean I'm better than yours. Your blood is indeed inherited of ungraceful people, but still has a bit of someone worth of living this world. He may be dead, but his soul still remains a bit in you. But still, this doesn't mean we're friends. Let's say I'm about to punch you, but DIO already did it before me. And I, even with or without Star Platinum, would feel bad if I punched someone hurt, defenseless, like you, and Polnareff... DIO, that bastard... toying with our lives like a cat enjoys to play with a dead rat. He'll pay for what he had done, then and now!

— Good, good. I'm on the same side as you too! If Avdol was vulnerable, I wouldn't shoot him either. But you know he was such a skillful one Stand user. You see, I'm not as DIO. I'm like you! But, of course, you're number one, so I'm number two, alright?

— (Oh, what a pain).

— What's that... thing up there, Jojo?

— Huh?...

Jotaro looked at where Hol Horse pointed with his finger. Both saw a shining metallic object floating above the urban skies of Cairo, dreamlike as Giorgo de Chirico's world showed in Mystery and Melancholy of a Street. A fearful atmosphere, where nothing is to be trusted, and everything is plausible of happening. Jotaro then summoned Star Platinum, his Stand, to focuse his eyes, gifted of an optic enhancement vision and quick reflexes, to see that object clearly. In seconds, that object became larger and larger, like a shark approaching from a seal. That couldn't be... wheels? And DIO? With his eyes wide open, like the ones belonging to a child who wants to see the world for the first time... skin so white and pale as it seemed transparent to show the full moon behind him... and a bewitched sensuality, impressive of belonging to a man instead of a woman. His blonde har, waving like the heads belonging to the mythical Hydra, resembling the raised arms of the civilian in white belonging to Goya's imagery of what happened on May 3, 1808; Indeed, it was DIO.

— DIO!

— Heretics! said DIO, heard for a moment by Jotaro and Hol Horse. The dangerous sweetness of his voice could be heard, not so far away, but up in the skies, like the angel sent for Joan Of Arc, before his tone changed, to a menacing one, almost belonging to Chronos before he ate one of his sons — Here... AN OIL TANKER, FOR YOU!

— AAH! A TRUCK! Shouted Hol Horse, unable to run from that thing, that spoke 'CERTAIN DEATH' to his ears.

— STAR PLATINUM!

Carrying both Polnareff and Hol Horse at his shoulders, Jotaro fled the alley before the oil tanker turned him into fried mincemeat. The ATP produced by the tiny mithocondrias inside his muscular cells gave Jojo a chance to avoid DIO's attack, by propelling himself into thin air faster than a surface-to-air missile released from a battery. The oil tanker dismantled with the explosion, as Jotaro and Hol Horse landed on an empty street a miles away from where DIO was.

— Whew! That was unnexpected! Don't you think, Jotaro?

— Whatever... the priority is still Polnareff. At this rate, he'll become as much as DIO...

Jotaro took a look at Polnareff. He was on his shoulder, like a soldier ressembling the one rescued from a mission of such a war movie Jotaro saw once at class. Was it Platoon, Apocalypse Now or Rambo... those were all the same for him. Movies... american movies, made for people enjoy the destruction of morality in name of a nation that doesn't exist. Countries do exists, but nations are fictional places, like the mind of Frank Herbert who once wrote about a desolate planet know to be filled by sand and heroine, or the world created by Lewis Caroll that doesn't make a sense for those who have sense. Even the national anthem is nothing but a symbol of how people dare to die for their imaginations. Like if an assassin were to be given the Nobel Prize of Peace, all war movies seems to won at least an Oscar. People acting so silly, so unreal, and yet, they receive praise, unlike the children of any place, who truly suffer each day, week, year it passes. Somehow, this is what Jotaro felt about Polnareff. His humanity, slowly passing away, like another life of a child born at the Third World, or the Middle East... it's all the same for Jotaro, just like the war movies.

— We need to get him into a hospital, somehow... but how, Jotaro? How!?

— There's only one way, said Jotaro, looking at Hol Horse with a certain look of a harsh decision taken.

— Wait... what are you doin-AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!...

Jotaro hovered in the air, carrying both Polnareff and Hol Horse over his shoulder. From there, he released both of them, like a baseball that went to home run, into the nearest hospital window, with Hol Horse being used as a matress to secure Polnareff, who had the worse condition. Jotaro had deduced a blood transfusion would be required if those machines could detect an anomaly, a foreign body, like when someone is infected by sepsis; Hol Horse would be alright as well, if he struggled to not die as much as Polnareff. His thoughts ceased when he felt a calm breeze, from his back. It was The World, the Stand of DIO!

— How do you feel, DIO? Did you felt my... anger... y-yet!... d-damn you...

Before Jotaro completed his sentence, and punch The World with a straight fist of Star Platinum, time stood still, and the silence of a short second was break by the sound of a skull being drilled by a pointy nail, belonging to DIO, hovering in the thin air like Mikhail's Flying Demon, in front of Jotaro, sharing of a fiendish laugh and the frown of a discountent teacher, about to punish his student in order for him to learn a lesson from the harshest way possible.

— ...The World. Heh! I felt nothing but such an ecstasy, Jotaro! I feel HIGH! HIGH! Take a look at these hands... TAKE A LOOK AT THESE HANDS! My head is about to explode, like dynamite! Ha ha ha ha! Hmph. Nine seconds is my current limit, as it seems. I admit by using of Polnareff as a bait was kinda useless, but not as useless as your current efforts to defeat me, DIO! He he he he he... Do you feel pain, Jotaro? Your grandma must have felt, thought he died that quick as the light that shines throught this blade IN YO NECK!

DIO raised with his hand the last of his knife, carefully secured from a later upcoming opportunity; Instead of launching it against his target's organs – like the heart, the lungs, the stomach –, DIO decided to cut Jotaro's throat on his own, like he pretended to do before with a stop sign, but something unnexpected happened.

— (Guh! He grabbed the knife with his own hand! What a fool you are, Jotaro! If I could pull it out...)

— ORA!

Jotaro reluctantly delivered another single straight blow over DIO's skull, this time stronger than the one from before. But DIO hasn't decided to give up from the threats coming from that savage pheasant he was about kill with his pride over his nails, so he promptly regenerated of his wounds, planning a counterattack as stronger and quick as Star Platinum's fist.

— G-Guh! (Knives, DIO? KNIVES!? What were you thinking? Don't be cocky, or else... To defeat Jotaro, it'll take more than sharp blades to cross his skin. If those knives from before were at least rusty, it would be easier to take care of Jotaro, since tetanus would spread within him, and Jotaro, unable to move or stand in his feet, would be easily defeated, like a pig on a dinner's table! Maybe if I could use of some dirty vampire tricks...) Take this, Jotaro! That's the same vampire techique I used to defeat your great-grandfather, Jonathan Joestar! How about a dosage of my Space Ripper Stingy Eye!

*BZZZT!*

...Dio...

— ...What!?

DIO felt his head dazed for a while. The last time he felt such heartache was 100 years ago; for some reason, he heard a faint voice, calling his name. Was it Jotaro? No, it couldn't. As Jotaro quickly almost avoided DIO's fluid ray coming from those gazing eyes – a small portion cutting the minor part of his neck skin, nearly piercing throught his aorta –, when time once again moved forward, DIO, unwilling to not lose, thought to himself.

— (Jotaro... even until the bitter end, he still doesn't give up! However! I, DIO, shall live on, no matter what I have to do!) This despicable human speciment gets weaker and weaker over the years. Birth rates decreasing over the country means nothing, Jotaro! I am a Stand user! The greatest of them all! To think, believe you can stand upon me, DIO! A son of this world of cardboard we live... HUMANS made of cardboard! You, of all humans... feeble humans, still dependants of machines to do the work even after a century of hostilities between yourselves for MY sake! It's time to finally open the curtains and play the second act. I, DIO, am truly powerful! Screw you, Jotaro! I'll twist your spine and wrap your fingers and toes like a toilet pinion! Behold! The weight of THE WORLD!

Jotaro and DIO fought each other, as The World and Star Platinum alternated fists between offense and defense stances, and their legs propelled their uses over the skies. Like knights from different nations on a mortal joust, Crusaders and Moors, Celtics and Rangers send by their leaders in order to conquer a territory as sacred; to reclaim such frozen domain belonging to his, DIO must have to eliminate the only one who was able to penetrate inside his gates so far. For DIO, Jotaro wasn't a foe. Instead, he was the last remaining shard of a broken mirror with the shape of Joestar legacy. For Jotaro, DIO was the burglar who stole Jonathan's body because of such inner selfish beyond the one belonging to the rat who first spread the plague; he is the heart of darkness from the eternal dim of such night concerning the Joestars, his descendants and their allies families. With the balance of right and wrong hang on the aftermath of such everlasting battle, The anger and mistreat felt by Jotaro had already taken his body, his lungs, even thought his grandfather advised him on the last moment to not be upset. Sweating bullests, Jotaro remained calm as possible, keeping his breath, one of many human features deemed as useless to an immortal like DIO, plain as the water flowing throught a hose; still he wanted to give DIO what he deserved, but he needed to wait for the moment to play with the Queen and the Bishops to take out the King.

From a distance, Jotaro saw Kakyoin's body in a matter of seconds. That body... to think it was released against that water box, and blood was still smudging the green of his uniform, dripping with the tears of water flowing above the concrete, like the red floor of what seem to be petals belonging to the album cover of Tangerine Dream's Stratosfear. What truly shocked Jotaro more than Kakyoin's closed eyes that will never open again was a hole on his abdomen, exposing of his damaged organs about to spoil. To stand there quietly, like Prometheus who once was chained in a rock for his crimes, to have his liver being devoured by an eagle, as each night that same organ regenerated to his torment; Jotaro had no words to say. Sure, he wished he could do something, like Hercules did, but what could he do to a body whose soul was already gone? Even thought Jotaro had forced his heart to stop with the arm of his Stand before, to ressurect people with a fighting spirit was something even more impossible to him.

— (Kakyoin... Kakyoin had done what he was supposed to do. If he was still alive, then everything would change. No... I must forget those who lay for a while. If only he knew what DIO truly did with him... does he still needed a will, a reason to live? Ever since his eyes were cut by N'Doul, I knew he changed. Those sunglasses wore to hide his shame from everyone fooled the rest of us, but not me. When D'Arby the Player seemingly won the racing game, Kakyoin's heart admitted defeat instead of words. That scoundrel cockroach eater from Singapore, not even Kakyoin could prevail and protect himself of its attack as well. But does that mean he surrended himself on all these moments? I don't think so. He was just like Seiko, I admit. But this time... I won't let DIO take one of you.)

After seeing that beautiful, yet more saddening image of a fallen man as the leaves of autumn trees, not responding to the nature like the lungs of Byron after a romantic life filled by fumes. Jotaro felt a breeze on his body, once warm from the sweat of the battle, who in an instant, became cold, as Kakyoin's body drowning into The Sea of Ice. For Jotaro, it took a small fracture of second to his skin perceive he had been caught by a Stand in midair, who embraced and wrapped himself into his body as a whole, as the solitude felt by Christina lying down in the colorless meadows. The reminiscense felt of the tight tentacles of a octopus reminded Jotaro of his grandma's Stand, Hermit Purple, but it was DIO who stood there instead. Tall as Giacometti's statue, stood still above the roofs, DIO tied Jotaro as a whole into the limbs raised from his right arm, like a carnovorous plant awaiting to devour a fly, and the shocking resemblance of the hand of God touching the one hand belonging to his creation, the image of himself, Adam; and above his left arm, the wheel of Fate, taken from an automobile, turning from the left to right to right to left, raised by the index finger of The World, pointing at the empty sky behind his user.

— Cold, isn't it? This Stand, the Hermit Purple, ain't my Stand. What? You may recall the ''one Stand per user rule'', don't you, Jotaro? But, there's a major flaw on it: Of course, me, DIO! You can have two stands if you share of two bodies LIKE ME! The mind is what handles the body, and now that I got self control on my side once again after a hundred of years, I can freeze you to death with one of my arms, whose moisture is about to be vaporized, taking the heat with it, or I can suck your blood with this Stand, instead of breaking cameras with it, like that fart you used to call by grandma! And I can say for sure the maximum lenght of his so far is of 5 meter radius, just like that pitiful last effort of foil me called by sensory web from that foolishy friend of yours, You decide! He he he... you'll die anyway, Jotaro.

— Is that all you can think about, DIO? The world, on his own, spinning at you like you're his sun, to give manking the ablazing setting of your reign of eternal darkness? Like the fish painted by Klee, perhaps? If I am a threat to you, then why it took so long to realize you could kill me by a single stroke? I'm a human, after all. So kill me at once, damnit! What you're awaiting for?

— Heh, you're funny, yet tragic. Young is the night, Jotaro, like the maiden who raised you as the man you are. It feels so nice to comtemplate your inner state deteriorating like this way. Isn't incredible what does humans live for? To bluff each other, to lie for the other, to live with the other... I am your other now, Jotaro. Star Platinum, The World, they're the same side of the coin. Both are strong enough to live in the same space, the same world. Two materias can't share of the same physical existence, that's what divide you, human, from god. That's a mistake of yours as you live without further extending your abilities, like I did. A mistake is enough for the many ones of his from before, and by his, I mean to call your ancestor. Jonathan must be afraid to leave the mankind who raised him, and Joseph must be causing a rebellion to help his ally, so the conflict between me and they extends further beyond the comprehension of the reality. The fact of his body be my body does explain this kind of sudden attitude of mine, but as soon as I fully merge with his flesh, and this star is gone, this won't be such a worry anymore. To feel this kind of calm... I'm not the kind to be merciful to even the highest ranked of my own man, but you, Jotaro, your breath is something I and my future men never care to live for. So why don't you breathe, before you, and your speciment lose this hability? After all, whatever the author intended, characters in a novel don't always do what the author intends. I've ever tried to write one, but he act so reckless, like a teenager as you, Jotaro. What will you do next, then? You will disobey Fate? That's utterly impossible even for me, DIO!...

— ...Is that... the peak of your truly developed character, or, can't you find your own bridge to cross the river? For you, it seems is more easy to talk than do something. That's what we humans do most of the time. But are you human, you ain't. Jonathan was a human, better than yours, and for some reason, I know he could act and think with such dexterity and skill above those from his time, while you remaining with your ass sit on the chair and whimpering like a crybaby for anything who went wrong with your sick plans of taking over my and his family. And so I, Jotaro Kujo... am more than just a buffy and tall student wearing a ripped 20,000 yen pants! Not only I am a Joestar, but I am... ORRAAA! A Stand user worthy of bringing you to the path to your descent!

— You forgot that I had a third option, Jotaro? Had you took time to figure out my earlier plant once described? Or was my speech loaded enough of details in order to muffle the hint of your defeat clearly related to your Fate!? This wheel ain't just for decoration, know that! WRRYYY!

When Jotaro tought he had been freed from the tentacles of Jonathan's Stand, falling alike the dry vines of grapes onto the ground, DIO threw that wheel over Jotaro's face, delivering a nice blow on his skull, launching him against the wall. DIO looked so confident, yet lucky; he then jumped from the top to stand below the street, and ''AHHHHHH!''; HE froze his own raised arms and broke both into small shards, tiny slivers that penetrated into Jotaro's skin, alike cold knives. With the help of his Stand, Jotaro raised from the pavement and released Star Platinum like a rock threw by a catapult into DIO, who retaliated without his own arms, still regenerating of the freezing technique. As The World and Star Platinum crashed into a battle of legs, kicking each other like a set of muay thai movements. Not even Star Platinum's rigid fists couldn't defend Jotaro from the 'MUDAMUDA' cried by The World, sang by DIO, addicted of Joseph's blood flowing throught his vessels. DIO, whose left arm wasn't fully regenerated yet, summoned of his secondary Stand, the Hermit Purple, to envelop around Jotaro like a red message, as they proppeled into the air and glided at the skies of Cairo. From there, DIO had the joy to sent Jotaro's over the buildings, spinning him as quick as the RPM's of a helix belonging to a war plane, until he got tired of such boredom. It was then Jotaro had been launched into the ground, landing over a moving tram, whose impact made a hole over the tin surface of the common transport way for the poorest ones, belonging to the lowest social spots, occupied by some egyptian workers, hobos on their majority, alongside their familiar ones, who shouted over the stranger, recumbent along the debris, without anyone knowing what was about to going on next.

ゴゴゴゴゴ ゴゴ ゴゴゴゴゴ ゴゴゴゴ

— أمي؟

ゴゴゴゴゴ ゴゴゴゴゴ ゴゴゴゴ

— No! Get away from this, kid! Don't-

ゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴ ゴゴゴゴゴ

— ...الأم؟ ... الأم!

*SPLASH!*

As time stood still, the tram was overcome of blood, pouring down of throats cut, and everything filled in reddish alike the walls of a slaughter where the lambs had been sent. The scenario was familiar to a house being overtaken from outside by a Red Virginia Creeper, as Munch's once decipted into a portrait; and alike Matisse's Red Studio from inside. DIO found himself licking the blood dripping like cherry syrup in his left hand, while holding of the element he was searching upon where it felt with his Hermit Purple. DIO would do all creepy things for the purpouse of imcommodate Jotaro's sake and his sense of humanity; to even drink the blood of the skull of an infant, and break it with the hand, if needed.

— To dirty my hand with the scent of these Zabbaleen... How dare you, Jotaro! HOW DARE YOU!

...Dio!...

— (What the hell! This voice... straight from my head, I heard it before. Was it...) What? What did you said, Jotaro!? are you again hiding something as stupid as a magnet again?

— Grrr... DIO...

...This thumb is going straight into your eye!...

— ...the eye!?

— キリストのために... あなたは雌犬の息子! STAAAR FINGEER!

Powered by the anger deep as the wound left on his soul, the extended finger of Jotaro's Star Platinum reached DIO's face. Throught his nose, his left eye went damaged by that finger, ripped and cut apart like that scene with the woman from Un Chien Andalou, but with colors.

— AARGH! (My eye! How dare you, Jotaro! Hmph, this eye was already damaged, wasn't it? That Space Ripper Stingy Eye kinda of harmed my left eye before. The right side of my body has been taken over by me, DIO, but the left one still persists. It still lacks regeneration and response, as it seems. No matter! I must take care of Jotaro, with or without a limb!) THE WOR-

— Do you think I only rely on my Stand powers!? ORAAA!

Before DIO, covering with his hand the red eye, could say the magical words, Star Platinum was activated by Jotaro and kicked DIO on his chest, launching him out of the tram of the deceased ones. A fierciful kick, from a leg DIO had the pleasure to freeze; as he stood in the air, with a ephemeral smile of 'I did it' on his right eye that vanished about his body disrupted the electrical cables conducting the tram, DIO burned like a kebab as he touched one of them.

— KWAAAAAAAAA...

*SPLASH!*

"...That was gasoline. Now I can smell your awful scent wherever you go. All I want is to throw this lighter of mine and watch you burn in a sea of flames, DIO, but it pains me to kick your pale ass while down in your knees..."

— (Damn it, Jotaro! Was he ahead of me all this long!? To await for this long for an opportunity to burn me alive? What a tepid resolve of yours! But, even this invulnerable body of mine may not be able to take these enduring blazes for so long...) I, DIO, have surpassed mankind and proven that humans don't stand a chance against an immortal as me, DIO! All thanks to the power Jonathan gave me! It would be appropiated if you played a little fanfare on my honour, Jotaro! Now, why don't you go cry tears of joy, as you die next to your great-grandfather's corpse!

Soon after hearing those menacing words cutting the slices of the spirit as a single knife divides the breads, Jotaro went to the same street his grandpa had died. He wondered what DIO was about to do next, something so ill he didn't wanted to know. It didn't take too long to see his cadaver, for an interval of a minute; had Jotaro been attent to listen besides DIO's words, he wouldn't been caught by his booby trap. The World, as a phoenix who rised from the ashes scattered on the floor, caught him on the atmosphere by a single kick on his back, as DIO awaited Jotaro's fall from a roof. His skin seemed burned, but he still was willing to not stop for the hunt of Cerinia's deer. Throw away by the force of The World, Jotaro grabbed with his hand on the window of a minaret, as he dropped down, his back hurted, but not as much as his desperation act to use Star Platinum's strenght to rip that giant piece of architeture and release it against DIO, who jumped so high that his finger seemed to touch the clouds. As the entirety of the minaret was destroyed by DIO's bare hands, their Stands moved as fast and dynamic as The Flight of the Swallows, a grin on their faces devoid of anything else except the expression of anger, that freeze onto Jotaro and Star Platinum's face as soon time stopped, longer than before as they perceived DIO, with a sinister laughter as he floated backwards, due of the last blow delivered by Jotaro's Stand in his right hand, dissolving into crumbles like the bricks of the minaret, like the ice melting from above Jotaro's skin.

— Heh heh heh heh... Nine seconds, Jotaro! I can stop time for about nine seconds! To think your Stand could move in about three seconds of stopped time to harm my hand... Impressive, but not that much. Your current record will fade away as you DIIIE!

— (KNIVES!?)

— WRRYAAA!

As the knives collected by DIO on a nearby store within 10 meters away from the field of battle pierced below Jotaro's skin, like the ones that reach a man inside a circus barrel, The World came to punch them, immerse deeper into the organs and entrails. The sound of bones breaking rang on Jotaro's ear, now falling down like a shooting star, a comet losing blood instead of ice and dust, before he hit an outdoor and landed above the Qasr al-Nil Bridge. Fortunately, Star Platinum protected him in time of the ground friction, alike a feet standing above the ski board going down the mountain.

— And here comes the killing blow! The moment I, DIO, had been awaiting for throught this long lasting night! This, Jotaro, will be the last time I'll stop time, for sure! In the next nine seconds, while time stands still... YOU DIE LIKE A DOG! THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD!

DIO shouted, as if he wanted the entirety of the world to hear his voice emanating deep from the throat. And time, once again, never failed to accomplish what DIO ordered, and everything lying under and below time stopped. The people walking, the birds flying, the clouds surrouding the sky, the dogs taking a shit next to the hydrant... everything had to stop. Only the light from the city didn't stop, still traveling on the gap of time and space. And Jotaro, struggled to move, freely like the light, as DIO landed at the bridge, smirked briefly, and jumped so high, tall like the Empire State building to its bottom to the tip, and vanished on the darkness of that night. The only thing, besides light, that didn't stop as well, was the sound. Jotaro only heard the sound of his own breathes, the veins crossing his body and a hasty heartbeat, provoked by the sudden production of adrenalin from the two adrenal glans located above his kidneys, as the silence from anything else was brought into the whispering words and brief giggles he listened, belonging to the macabre yet dangerously seducing voice of DIO, who's now slowly counting down the time remaining until Jotaro's death, like Sting singing the first verse of Invisible Sun.

— One...

Jotaro knew hs life would be over in less than nine seconds. Star Platinum carefully took out some knives, fearing if, by a single carelessness, he could die due of blood loss, turning into a livid being like his old man. For an instant, Jotaro's past memories passed throught his eyes so slowly, as if the time of his own had stopped...

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

"Jotaro, throw the ball! That is it! That's it, my big boy!"

"Good luck with the track meet tomorrow, Jotaro!"

"What do you want to eat for lunch, Jotaro?"

"Jotaro... Jotaro..."

SHUT UP, BITCH! YOU'RE PISSING ME OFF!

"Sniff... I'm sorry, officer. But he's not the kind to do such a thing..."

"Jotaro... my father Joseph has mysterious powers as well"

"Jotaro, it's your grandpa. Just come out and let him help you!"

GET LOST, GRAMPS.

W-WHAT! IS THAT AN EVIL SPIRIT?

"Papa! don't hurt him!"

"Papa, what are you going to do, Papa?"

"Papa?"

SHUT UP.

"Jotaro! You're finally coming out!"

SHUT UP. YOU'RE PISSING ME OFF

Seiko. Echoed that single word on his mind. Holly Kujo, Mother... slowly withering away, harmed by a fever caused by a Stand acting against her good will... She once had a life full of joy, no matter how awful and strange the relationship between her and his son, Kujo Jotaro.

— Two...

— (How strange. Mom's not here to humiliate me...)

"...And don't forget the goodbye kiss, Jotaro!";

DAMNIT, BITCH! I'M NOT A KID ANYMORE

*SMOOCH!*

"Tee-hee!"

— (Is that... the end? No. It can't be. She's so kind to pass away...)

"Oh my!"

"Just now, my dear boy Jotaro must be thinking about me at the school!";

"It feels like our hearts are speaking to another! What a delightful moment to share-"

NO, IT'S NOT.

"EEEEK! J-JOTARO? W-What about school? And w-who's that covered in blood? If I could-"

IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. WHERE'S GRAMPS?

"Well, he's at the tea room."

"..."

HEY!

"Y-YES?"

BY THE WAY, MOM... YOU LOOK A LITTE PALE. ARE YOU FINE?

"You bet! I am fine as always! Thank you!"

— Three...

— (I won't fail with you, Seiko. Not you. This ain't the final chapter of yours, yet... If I could bring a miracle to happen...)

— Four...

If Jotaro knew about Polnareff's three options, he would never choose option three. Instead, he had a plan to save his mother, but he couldn't trasnfer the idea of his into the reality. Like a blank paper, and a pen of yours that doesn't have an ink; that's what Jotaro felt, as his doubts increased beyond his mind and world he lived. Why the Joestars had been affected by DIO? Why DIO ressurected? Why so many had to die at the hands of DIO? Could a Joestar live without a DIO? Why DIO means GOD in italian? It all became clear to Jotaro, when he concluded that there was an author hiding somewhere, writing a story about him as the third main character of a novel called Jojo's Bizarre Adventure.

— Five...

Then come on and save me! Pledged Jotaro. But no one could hear of his voice emanating from his mind. Think, think... Stories had plots, plots are sustained by secondary plots, each plot had it's own narrative flow, and you couldn't have things that didn't make sense or just showed up out of your buttocks. It didn't flow. Like the goddess of intelligence Athena, an idea was born from the head. Rivers had a flow, Jotaro thought. A stream that leads water to a waterfall, to the ocean. Life had such stream alike a river. That is something linear, meaning that such linearity exists to be followed. More examples included into growing from a child to an adult, to fall from the tree and perish with the vermins, to fall in love with someone and both disperse the fragments of his into their future son...

— Six...

All Jotaro 'planted' on his mind since his mother became ill was the will to kill DIO, so he could 'pay' for his crimes. To create a consistent flow, Jotaro must use of the plant he inserted throught somewhere in one of his quotes, or descriptions, in order to give it a payoff. Was it something obvious, something you could only find in the text, or something that if you readed the manga you already figured it out, not even I do know. Or maybe I do know enough to not tell you. Although, that doesn't guarantee it'll lead him a happy ending, perhaps. Oh yeah, sure, Hol Horse is going to pop out of nowhere, and bang! DIO dies. The end. Ha! Fair enough, for a guy beaten up to DIO. Keep guessing... There's only Jotaro, and no one can save him, except for a character called as 'Jotaro Kujo', or Kujo Jotaro'.

— Seven.

— (... This shadow... what is it that's caus- WHAT THE...)

*KA!-*

— A STEAMROLLER! For you...

*BOOM!*

At the peak of the battle, DIO brought a steamroller, presumably found on a nearby construction site, to defeat Jotaro for good. Below the pressure of that wheel, Jotaro felt his own guts bleeding. He felt like a victim of a collapsing building, with giant and heavy pieces of debris scattered around the body. He had nothing else to do, in order to ensure his victory, the Joestar victory, except... instinctively... activate his Stand, and let the faint sound of his rang at DIO's ears, let them say ''I'm alive''. The same dirt that penetrated into Jotaro and DIO's eyelashes were the raised by the struggle of both to exist in this world.

*Thud! Thud! Thud thud! Thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud...*

— ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!...

— It's useless. This is your grave, Jotaro! Here is my gentleman speech... EIGHT! MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA!...

— ...ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!...

*...thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud...*

— NINE! MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA!...

— ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAO-

*...thud thud thud thud!*

— TEN! And now it comes the comfort time! WRYYYY! You're mimcemeat now, JOTARO! MUDAADAAA!

*CRASH!*

*BOOOM!*

As the World delivered his last blow, Jotaro had already sweated, like he never sweat before. In an instant, his struggle to live... his hopes... faded away. Only silence remained at the bridge, as DIO stood triumphantly above the steamroller, essential to his victory.

— Well done! Ha ha ha ha ha... Fwha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! ELEVEN SECONDS HAD PASSED! I, DIO, had by far surpassed all the living things, including all Stand Users! Now I can stop time more than nine seconds, and day by day that time grows longer! And longer! And even more longer!

JOTARO KUJO

STAND: STAR PLATINUM XVII

STATUS: DECEASED. MIMCEMEAT.

Was it... the end?...

After all struggle, suffering?...

A demise left as raw like the miracles that never happened...

No one was able to stop DIO...

In this dim world,

Abstolute fear rules everyone and everything from above the throne...

Humanity lost enough throught war and deception.

Before the sun rises again from the horizon,

To fullfill the ambition of his...

He'll catch you.

As you scream in agony, he'll emit of the last shriek ever heard by the man...

WRRRYYYYYY!

...

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 3: Stardust Crusaders

DIO's Last Stand

The End

...

Well, that's what DIO had thought for a second, at least...

Now, back to the real conclusion.

...

For an instant of glory, DIO couldn't move. Petrified. How could he not move while time stood still? He had been dominating this power for all this long, so why couldn't he move a finger? Does DIO dominated Time, or was it Time who caused a rebellion against DIO? Doubts even more came to his mind, when suddenly, the shadow of a familiar figure rises from his back, moving as the Nude Descending a Staircase. Fate dicted him as winner, but not for too long.

ゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴ

— How does it feel, DIO? Surprised? To feel someone behind you while you can't move an inch? It won't take a second to kill you.

ゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴ

— J-Jo... Jotaro! You!?

ゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴ

— Imagine a guy swimming deep in the sea. The deeper the sea, the highest the pressure, capable of crushing your bones. When you run out of air, the first thing an animal like you instinctively do is go to the surface. Due to the pressure lowering as soon as you're about to emerge, the air kept in your lungs expand, and you must be careful to not let it escape. If you hold your breath for too long, you die suffocated. But if you can't wait to reach the surface, bubbles will emerge into your blood, like when you open a soda can instantly, liberating the gas, and you die on such a careless way as a kid, who let a crumble of his cracker fall under the table, and when he is able to return and sit on his chair, his head hits the table instead.

— G-Guh... Jotaro!...

ゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴ

— Isn't exactly how do you feel, DIO? Powerful enough to stand still for the first time into your own frozen domain? Surprised, I say. I just needed to wait for this same opportunity, DIO, when overconfidence filled you like water filling a leaky boat of a pioneer. After all, you were the one who taught myself how to move freely under when all things stood still. You, the simple fact you, the element known as 'DIO', is alive once again... you are the catalyst needed for me to own Star Platinum, don't you remember? Did I needed such a observer as 'DIO' to produce this ability, or was the singlest mention of the word 'DIO' who made me produce it? Maybe I've been exposed to Hawthorne effect, but who knows? Spartans grew violent since children because of their father's way of teaching. Star Platinum is quite fast, like a Spartan who avoided the Persian arrows during the Peloponnese War. Maybe he's even faster than it was. I'm also as fast as Star Platinum. Is Jotaro Kujo Star Platinum? Or is Star Platinum Jotaro Kujo? It was me, STAR PLATINUM, who deduced your location by seeing a Tse-Tse fly speciment found at Nile River from the picture old man took of yours! It was me, JOTARO KUJO, who had been walking, flying, navigating with old man and the party until I got my fist into your stupid face, DIO!

— J-J-J... Jotaro... J-Jotaro!...

ゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴ

— Is that all you have to say, isn't it, D-I-O? You're so filled in of a selfish nature you didn't even bothered to look if I was crushed or not. There was enough room for me to lie in the asphault, a cavity my Stand managed to do while you... This arrogance of yours... Think how many people had the right to live as longer as you. For centuries, people had been suffocated for their beliefs in order to make this world a better place to live. Good people, unlikely you, deserved to be alive once again. Ill people, like mother, with the cost of their precious lives at your hands. But you... Why you, of all people, had to live? Awaiting for this long, like a still unrest german barbarian, seeking such bloodlust beyond my family? Because you feared being overthrown as a king, sitting at the throne atop the food chain, for such a being found at the lowest part of this society of yours, an invasor of the world you created? Face the truth at once. Forget this daydreaming visions of yours. In just a few generations, the name 'DIO' will be forgotten. All his struggles... all his influence... the goals he accomplished. Even the greatest warlord, prince, emperor... they can't contend, resist against Time... and Death.

ゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴ

*CRACK!*

— KWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!...

— The time who once struggled to move while still is now moving freely again.

DIO felt on the bridge's floor, as Jotaro stood upon the steamroller. With his left leg broken by Star Platinum, as blood poured down in the pavement... To stand still in the time he once moved, to lay down before his prey, like a servant bending over his leader, a slave whose scars carries the pharaoh's legacy...

...Until... YOU... CRY!... Dio!...

DIO felt humiliated, like he never had felt for a long time. An unpleasant memory of his came to his mind. To think he felt like the worthless human he once was... Jotaro stood in his feet before DIO, glaring at him with eyes as cold as the tip of a dagger, belonging to another memento of DIO...

...I quit being human!...

...I reject my humanity, Jojo!...

— Look at you. Just look at you. You're so pathetic, DIO... if this was a wild west gun duel, that's the part where they would say 'Draw, partner'; if William 'Billy The Kid' Bonney was still alive, you would be his ninth victim. You know, when I heard about you from old man, and what you did with mom, I was actually afraid of you. But now that I see your fears, your doubts, the same uncertainty I felt before I went throught this journey... I pity you. How long will it take for 'your' leg to heal, DIO? Three seconds? Four seconds? Nine seconds, perhaps? As soons as 'your' damn leg heal, I'll fight you, but if don't and I decid to kill you now while you're helpless, that'll leave a bad aftertaste. Unlike you, even the cruelest of the medieval knights had their own code of honour, DIO. If I killed you in this state of ours, worse than Polnareff's, then I would assimilate this same foul image of a slag you carried over this 100 years.

— (First, Hol Horse, and now yours, J-Jotaro? H-How dare you mock me... mock me!... DIO!?) Damn you, Jotaro! You think I am some kind of laughing stock for your pettle ideals? Bad aftertaste!? Heh heh he heh... Don't make me laugh, Jotaro! For you to say that, at this pitiful moment of mine... you bless mortality belonging to a being like yourself, with a short time to live on this planet, as a thing that makes me, DIO, better than yours!? You sure regret taking me away from this world, someone with a good reason for you to kill? Or do you regret to take away Jonathan's with me? Your foolish honour and reasoning, both stinks as the rotten corpse of Joseph! You're so unfunny when it comes to admit your failure as a human being, Jotaro! That man, Kakyoin, was way more honest than you when it came to admit defeat under my feet!

— Kakyoin... never admitted defeat. If he, indeed, gave up as a whole, his efforts would be in vain. To err is human, they say; Kakyoin erred, but unlike you, he learned from his mistakes in order to become better than before. Stronger, as well. Maybe he did, or didn't, but he had the grip needed to elevate its potential, to adapt in the environment, to duplicate, triplicate his cells... This is what we learn on school called by evolutionary process, DIO. Unlike you, we humans evolve, and so does me. To think we share of this same world, yet, you're worthless enough to bare the sunlight I can and Kakyoin could. After all, you're the one who truly admitted all along, DIO! From when you gave up from your humanity to reveal this monster you are until you found yourself in the same ship as Jonathan, to kill him and betray his trust on you, in order to take his body, the body that defeated you... Or was his soul that was able to do it? You can take the body of anyone you want, but the soul of yours will remain the same putrid thing from the day your father's cells assimilated with your mother's.

...Dio!...

— ...My head feels dazzled when I look at you... your actions are YOU.

...this thumb is going straight into your eye!...

...Why's he doing this to me?...

...My eye is bleeding...

— ...I can spot evil, but your kind of EVIL is beyond using people as I always thought.

...Have you... kissed Jojo yet?...

...You didn't kissed Jojo, did you?...

...Because it was me, Dio!...

...Dio!...

— ...To hide like a Stand for your crimes, the law, the consequences, the human society... Because I am the only fool worthy of JUDGE you! And my verdict is... YOU ARE G-U-I-L-T-Y! SO HEAL NOW, SON OF A BITCH!

— (I... can't... heal... my leg. My... head... it hurts... so nice... damn you... Jo-ta-roo... rat... It doesn't matter! Doesn't matter! How... do... I... DIO... win... it's over... Jonathan... Joseph... Jotaro...) TAKE THIS, JOTARO! Do you like to be blinded? Your own face is dirty with one of your relatives!...

With the pool of blood coming from the damaged leg of his smudged over Jotaro's face, unable to see a thing, seeking of that unique opportunity, DIO grabbed Jotaro with the tentacles belonging to Hermit Purple, as he pushed Jotaro, like a cat drags a mice's tail out of the hole, from the top of the yellow steamroller to the same floor he was lying, breaking Jotaro's spine as a consequence. With his fingernails from the right arm, DIO found a way to penetrate into Jotaro... and flinch his thick aorta.

— ...Now you're one of night servants! WRRYYYYY! Such a nice carotid you got there, Jotaro. So warm, like a living one. Look how it fills up to reach your brain. Care if I prick it, to exchange the flow of life of yours to more of my vampiric extract, so my leg is able to heal and you can defeat me with honour? Or, what if I, blow by the wind, sever it and you rest in peace with Joseph, or Holly, maybe? Heh heh heh heh heh... HA HA HA HA HA! What about the 'bad aftertaste left' now, Jotaro? Would you refute it in order to kill me, DIO! You have a reason to do it! So do it, weakling! Weakling! WEAKLING! MONKEEY!

— DIO... Jotaro paused, as he gazed at DIO, lying on the same place as his. I've never thought that you would be such an iDIOt...

— W-What!? Jotaro.. Your body... is warm. No... it can't be... IMPOSSIBLE!

With The World upon his flesh, DIO saw something unmaginable for Jotaro to do. From owning a Stand with the same attributes as his, able to mastering the ability of stop time, and... heal his wounds! The cuts above Jotaro's skin dissapeared with the heat flowing throught the organ, like a thunder in contact with a metallic object, as the knives from before were squeezed out of his body, as the small amount of vampiric essence injected on his veins found a way to exit throught the hole carved by DIO's fingers! DIO once saw the same phenomenon to happen on his past life. Could it be?...

— ...These ripples... long time no see it... the Hamon technique! That's why the ice slivers from before have melted!

— Yes... as you can see. The Ripple... it healed my wounds.

— How, Jotaro! How did you kept this hidden from me!? I would know if Joseph taught it to yours! Our Stands were connected when he was alive!

— Poor lonely DIO... It's time to learn something about Love and Lust. They both have four letters, althought they are different words with different meanings and different sounds, as much as two bodies with contrary natures can't live together as well. Face it at once, DIO. While you suck the blood of others to maintain your power, as a hookworm eats the food of its host, I, on the other hand, an able to create my own power from my own blood! That's what the ancients called by Hamon, the way of the Hermit! But do you know exactly how Jonathan acquired his Hamon? Well, let me tell you. A certain man met with him, and pierced his finger on my great-grandfather's diaphragm, so he could breathe on a special way, and heal his arm; the same did Joseph, but he thought I wasn't able to do it, but I was able to create the flow of Hamon, so I keep it as a secret of mine, knowing that you just could enhance your ability, as you did with every night I felt you stop time, from discovering besides your location, to invade our conversations. Think about it. You defeated yourself by allowing my breath to not go awry, DIO! To move the blood around your body, you need a pair of lungs to collect oxygen from the air and transfer it to the bloodstream cells. When you breathe, you create your inner ripples, but when you breathe on a special way, you can use these ripples, the force created by yourself. But this doesn't count to yours, since you, DIO, are not a living one as me, Jotaro Kujo. You're just a cavity of what a being is supposed to be...

— Grrr... Heh. Did you said... 'cavity'?

DIO looked at Jotaro. He grinned and frowned, frustated at him at first, when his expressions abruptly changed to a brief smirk, saw by Jotaro when DIO was released in the air by The World, that quickly kicked his own user and vanished from the existence, as DIO's body went three meters away from Jotaro. What an unusual escape route... Was he planning something else, Jotaro thought. What was he supposed to do, on that state of defeat? His answer came with the sound of two arms grabbing a large object. Like a single ant raising a leaf with a thousand heights heavier than her body, Behind him, Jotaro saw The World, standing besides him, formidably inert yet in motion as Boccioni's Unique Forms of Continuity in Space, while raising of the same steamroller DIO brought from somewhere on Cairo on his own arms. That was the true strenght of The World, the pinnacle of the desperation of DIO's fears.

— HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! Jotaro! I don't care if you know how to manipulate the Hamon! You're still as weak as Joseph! No Hamon shall harm me, because I can attack you without touching you! Thanks for you, I'm able to rise the steamroller to finally crush you at once! Don't you remember, you weakling? There was enough room for me to lie in the asphault, a cavity YOUR Stand managed to do for me!

— (Damnit!... A Stand without the ability of passing throught solid objects can't cross throught walls, but if there's a room, a space you know it exists and your Stand is able to lie inside it... I'm screwed. There's only one alternative...) COOOOO!...

A breath efreshing like the fresh taste of spearmint, the blood pumping like water flowing at the fountain's on a spring breeze; Shining as the light of the sun, the ripples sent over Jotaro's body, similar as the bright lightning crossing the clouds of a rainy night, connected the cells of his nerves located at the spine to the whole of his nervous system, as a tissue being sewed by the tailor, allowing him to be able to stand erect once again, and face The World, about to throw the steamroller as a judge declares his verdict by hitting his gavel. But Jotaro had the advantage to deliver his own with Star Platinum, that fiercifully punched The World's left leg, the same DIO used to defend himself, as he smashed the front of the steamroller at Jotaro's, who grabbed it with only a hand, the other stuck at DIO's leg, now cracking and freezing after the sweat had been vaporized. The Hamon of his didn't connect. DIO stood quiet, sure of the victory awaiting for him if he remained without a word to say, because he already said something before and was out of ways to humiliate Jotaro. He just wanted to contemplate it in silence, his all remaining stamina, strenght filled in his Stand, The World, as Jotaro took out that hand left out of the steamroller, and... grab something out of his pocket. DIO didn't cared, and instead, prepared to at once crush the skull of his foe, and live forever away from the fear caused by his. A fear, that striked him back, with the light of a lighter, and the heat of a fist caught in fire.

— ...WHAT!? He found a way to counter my freezing technique! (Just like... Jonathan Joestar!)

That act took finally out the words of DIO's. The lighter, the same Jotaro threatened to burn DIO with, was used on Jotaro himself. his right hand, the same fist of Star Platinum, stuck on The World's leg, could move once again, like the flow of blood on that arm. With the Ripple sent, crumbling like brans on wind, The World started to fall apart, due to a rupture found into one of his pillars. With the blink of the eye, DIO carefully and nimbly avoided to be found underneath the massive weight of that steamroller, althought he had no time to avoid with another weight: the burden of Jotaro's deep within his tore shivering heart, the anger from the deep of his soul, the burning heat running throught that fist of his!

— Star Platinum... can move... on still time... Star Platinum! the Ripple... he can... transfer Hamon... into his Stand!? (Just like... JOSEPH JOESTAR!) ...aaaaAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I... have.. t-to move m-m-my arm... before t-the Hamon... reaches... my... hea.. my h-head... no... i'll TaKe JoTaro wiTh me iNstEad... I jUst... need.. anOthEr.. sPace!... RipPer!... StinGy!... EYEEE!

*BZZT*

As DIO used of his last strenght to dissipate a ray composed by the fluid of his own eye, he thought Jotaro was done. How wrong he was. Utterly wrong.

— ...Is that the last throes of a demon not long to rest in this world? So be it as well the last ripple of old man... his cut finely, beat of his blood... it's now flowing throught 'your' body and boiling 'your' organs. Tonight, I won't beat you. But the dead will do instead, DIO! I'll watch your brain turn into molasses!

Instead, he avoided the ray, that pierced throught the steamroller instead, as his breath fuels the Hamon boiling the blood of Joseph inside the veins taken by DIO. After such a long journey, the ripple sent by Jotaro throught Star Platinum's fist finally reached DIO's vampire brain, melting in seconds, like a silkworm being boiled. As the clocks of Dali's Persistence of Memory ticked the last seconds of DIO, and The World of his collapsed as a whole structure, what he sees in his death reverie are visions. Visions of his Past... Ghosts from the Future.

— (The defensive stance... his steadfast breath... the lighter from before!... Damn you, Jotaro... DAMN YOU TO HELL!) HOW DARE YOU USE THAT VILE HAMON ON ME! NOOO! I DON'T WANT THE LAST THING I SEE TO BE THIS SUNRISE! ...AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHH! It can't be! It can't be! IT CAN'T BE! I am DIO! I am DIO! I am DIO! IAMDIO! IAMDIO! IAMDIO! IAMDIO! IAMDIO! IAMDIO! IAMDIO! IAMDIO! IAMDIO! IAMDIO! IAMDIO! IAMDIO! IAMDIO! IAMDIO! IAMDIO!IAMDIO!IAMDIO!IAMDIO!IAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!... JOTARO! JO-TA-ROOO! WEAKLING, WEAKLING, WEALKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!... KWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERGH!...

...

...All I want is to throw this lighter of mine and watch you burn...

...watch you burn...

...burn...

...an opportunity to burn me alive...

...burn...

...even this invulnerable body of mine may not be able to take these enduring blazes for so long...

..burn...

...My head... it hurts...

...burn...

...this invulnerable body...

...body...

...burn...

...

...Will you truly control The World?...

...He can't breath...

...control The World?...

...He can't breath...

...The World?...

...can't breath...

...Mommy...

...W-What... in the hell... is happenning?...

...Danny!...

...I hate dogs...

...This thumb is going straight into your eye!...

...Why's he doing this to me?...

...My eye is bleeding...

...I just wanted to be friends...

...Baby, don't you cry...

...Have you kissed Jojo yet ?... The first one you kissed... It was I, Dio!...

...I'll sing you a lullaby...

...little China girl...

...I'll beat you... Until you cry!... Dio!...

...don't you cry...

...cry...

...I hate dogs...

...DANNY!...

...DIE LIKE A DOG!...

...My God!... That's master Jojo's pet...

...DANNY!...

...don't... cry...

...Somebody trapped him in the furnace...

...DANNY!... bleeding...

...I just wanted to be friends...

...Danny...

...cry... cry... cry...

...Dio!...

...Is... that... me?

...The harder you hit, the stronger it gets...

...Dio! Dio!...

...Swear on your father's name if you're innocent!...

...Dio! Dio! Dio!...

...Halleluhwah...

...You think that piece of crap had an ounce of honour!?...

...Halleluhwah...

...How could a scum like you do this to me, DIO!...

...a scum like you...

...Damnit!...

...Halleluhwah... Halleluhwah...

...I don't want the last thing I see to be this sunrise!...

...I quit being human!...

...human... human...

...Dio!...

...I reject my humanity, Jojo!...

...DIO! DIO! DIO!...

...HALLELUHWAH! HALLELUHWAH! HALLELUHWAH!...

...I have complete control over my body...

...This pain is nothing for me...

...pain...

...This pain...

...You feel pain...

...I'm back from hell, DIO...

...Halleluhwah...

...I feel no guilty in putting an end to you...

...It pains me to say as a gentleman, but I...

...I am going to kill you... for revenge!...

...control...

...If I die, my ghost will haunt you from beyond the grave!...

...control... control...

...How dare you use that vile Hamon... how dare you!?

...HOW DARE YOU!...

...There it its... this is who he really his!...

...You stink... Worse than puke...

...There, Jojo... Let me turn you into one of my night servants!...

...Tooth marks on his neck?...

...If I die...

I REFUSE

...control...

...Halleluhwah...

...That lighting... Shining like the bright sun...

...Master DIO!...

...If he had another body...

...another body... another body...

...I have complete control over my body...

...over my body...

...my body... another body...

...body...

...truly control...

ANOTHER BODY

HALLELUHWAH

...No! Stop!...

...the sunrise...

...I reject my humanity, Jojo!...

...I quit being human!...

...being human...

...human...

...you've got green eyes...

...you've got blue eyes...

...I REJECT MY BODY, JOJO!...

MY BODY

HUMAN BODY

GENTLEMAN BODY

...The harder you hit...

...Ooh ooh ooh ooh...

...Argh... please, stop!...

...My final gesture!... To live as one with you!...

...you've got blue eyes...

...another body...

...human body...

...You can live forever! Your wounds will heal!...

...you feel pain...

...cry...

...human...

...another body...

...you've got green eyes...

...You think that piece of body had an ounce of honour!?...

...If I die, my ghost will haunt you from beyond the grave!...

...The harder you hit...

..deteriorating...

...beyond the grave... beyond the grave...

...The harder you hit... ...The harder you hit...

...beyond the grave... beyond the grave...

...The harder you hit... ...The harder you hit... ...The harder you hit...

..deteriorating...

...deteriorating...

...beyond the grave...

...beyond THE GRAVE...

...THE GRAVE...

THE GRAVE

THE BODY

...The harder you hit...

...you've got grey eyes...

...Ooh ooh ooh ooh...

HERE LIES ERINA JOESTAR

ERINA GRAVE

ERINA BODY

HUMAN BODY

JOESTAR BODY

HALLELUHWAH

...ooh ooh ooh ooh...

...STOP!...

...'Guns' don't kill people. 'People' kill people...

...you feel pain...

...deteriorating...

...kill people...

...control...

...deteriorating...

...friends...

...you feel pain...

...Swear on your father's name if you're innocent!...

...your father...

...Dario...

...human...

...piece of shit...

...control...

...deteriorating...

...George...

...human...

...friend...

...so kind...

...that piece of crap had an ounce of honour!?...

...George... poisoned...

...his own son...

...poisoned...

...Dario...

...Dio...

...kill people...

...that's your modus operandi...

...modus operandi...

...kill people...

...Charisma...

...rape...

...cry...

...kill people...

...I quit being human...

...deteriorating...

...I quit... human... control...

...I am...

...Stand User...

...quit... human...

...live forever...

...another body...

...deteriorating...

...rape...

...your modus operandi...

...Ooh ooh ooh ooh...

...kill people...

...ooh ooh ooh ooh...

...feel pain...

...your mom... feel pain...

...being human...

...deteriorating...

...virgin... so careless...

...cry...

...my China girl...

...Little catholic girl is fallin' in love...

...Ooh ooh ooh ooh...

...ARGH! IT HURTS!...

...why is he doing this to me...

...Baby you're so clean...

...I'm bleeding...

BLEEDING

...deteriorating...

...don't cry...

...This is... Mother's dress...

...Mommy...

...that whore...

...piece of shit...

...human...

...lullaby...

...don't you cry...

...deteriorating...

...How could a scum like you do this to me...

...a scum like you...

...human...

...kissed... Erina...

...a scum...

...deteriorating...

...Worse than puke...

...Erina... catholic girl...

...virgin...

...ARGH! MY HEAD!...

...dog... I hate dogs...

...I hate...

...hate...

...sunrise...

...hate...

...my body...

...deteriorating...

...sunrise...

...sun... rise...

...rise...

RISE

JOESTAR BODY

LIVE FOREVER

HALLELUHWAH

...control over my body...

...another body...

...deteriorating...

...sunrise...

...this pain is nothing...

...sun...

...you feel pain...

...rise...

...you feel... deteriorating...

...rape... my body...

...so clean...

...innocent... no guilty...

...Dario...

...His blood flowing throught my veins...

...my body...

...deteriorating...

...I reject my body...

...deteriorating...

...I reject my body, Jojo!...

...control...

...deteriorating...

...I feel pain...

...I feel.. sunrise...

...I quit being human!...

...control...

...I am a Stand User...

...I...

...I am...

...deteriorating...

...I...

...truly control...

...Stand...

I REFUSE

STAND

I REFUSE

LIVE FOREVER

...being human...

...control...

...truly control...

...deteriorating...

...If I die, my ghost will haunt you from beyond the grave!...

...my ghost... beyond the grave...

...deteriorating...

...I am a Stand User...

...I reject...

...control...

...beyond the grave...

...I am...

...deteriorating...

...Stand...

...I am...

...Stand...

...beyond THE GRAVE...

...beyond THE HUMAN...

...beyond THE BODY...

...beyond DETERIORATING...

...I am THE STAND...

THE BODY

MY BODY

HUMAN BODY

...NO! NO!...

RAPE

MY BODY

BLEEDING

ERINA JOESTAR

ERINA

JOESTAR

ERINA

HUMAN

VIRGIN

RAPE

ERINA

CRY

GRAVE

NO GUILTY

I REFUSE

CONTROL

MY BODY

I REFUSE

ANOTHER BODY

HUMAN BODY

MY GHOST

THE STAND

THE STAR

SUNRISE

BURN

HALLELUHWAH

...STOP! I CAN'T TAKE IT!...

DIO

GUILTY

DIE LIKE A DOG

DIE

UNTIL

YOU

CRY

FOREVER

DIE

DIO

BURN

DIO BRANDO

HALLELUHWAH

...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...

— ...JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!... WRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

His body melted like a slowly burning candle. The reaction between Jotaro's Hamon and Joseph's bloodcells boiling inside DIO's body and the ablaze fist of Star Platinum resulted in an instant combustion. The heat of fire engulfed DIO like a locked coffin for a cadaver, in a sea of flames deeper as the one he rested over a century. With Jonathan's shared vessels burning and Joseph's cells blended in his body boiling like a silkworm given to sericulture, DIO found himself defeated, on agony, as painful as the unholy Head VI painting, to later dissolve into something alike the portrait decipting Velázquez's Pope Innocent X in grief, emmiting of his last shriek as the last of him deteriorate into the abstract equality of Cabaret Voltaire's Red Mecca. His head exploded, on a way like water sprouting from Charybdis mouth. Jotaro only stood there, like the Goddess of Victory, Nike. He achieved his goal, worthy of this journey of 45 days spent in search of a hope, a miracle that happened thanks to a good boy, deep down the heart.

— I don't know that much of Hamon like old man knew... But I know why you lose tonight, DIO. There's only one reason why you lost at this century, Just one...

You pissed us off.

...Now you're finally able to sleep soundly tonight, Erina.

...

DIO

STAND: THE WORLD XXI

STATUS: COMPLETELY ANNIHILATED. DECEASED. DEAD (FOR GOOD).

...

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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 3: Stardust Crusaders

DIO's Last Stand

Fin

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