Author's Note: Here's what I want to explain. Uniscope is my own superhero universe that I created, like Marvel and DC. For years, I have been creating heroes and villains to add in my story. Unfortunately, I am no comic book artist. Less than a handful of people know about this, and I want to expand it. That's why I am putting them in this story. I hope you all like it. I will have more stories with Uniscope characters in the future. This story will feature one my most powerful heroes in the Uniscope universe: Spirit Man. Any and all comments are welcome.

Like most stories, it was a dark and stormy night. The Joestar family estate was dreched on the outside with a heavy rainstorm that stretched out for miles. Jonathan Joestar was investigating the effects of the mysterious stone mask that belonged to his mother while his father was in his bed suffering from his mysterious illness. Dio Brando was taking his time mischievously switching George Joestar's medicine with a poison from the orient. No one expected anything else, especially a knock from the outside.

Jonathan was the first to the door. When he opened it, there stood a man with brown hair and a heavy trenchcoat. His bright yellow eyes lit up in the dark of the night. Standing behind the man was a very large crate even bigger than JoJo's body.

"Hello." The man said. "Nice to meet you."

"What brings you here?" JoJo asked. "In the middle of a storm?"

"Funny thing really." The man answered. "My carriage broke down down the street and I needed a place to crash—Er, I mean, spend the night. It's quite a walk from London and I've got this enormous crate. Would it be all right if…"

"Worry not, good sir." JoJo said. "So long as you don't try anything, I'll be more than happy to aide a stranger."

"You're a good kid." The man said as he got behind his crate. He got JoJo to help him push it into the lobby. "Sweet pad. I wouldn't be imposing, would I?"

"Not at all." JoJo said. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jonathan Joestar. But everyone calls me JoJo. And you are…"

"Comic relief, mainly." The man laughed. "Just kidding. Call me Lusong."

"Odd name." JoJo said. "You from a foreign land?"

"You might say that." Lusong said.

"So what brings you to England?" JoJo asked.

"Well, I travel a lot and I have to bring this cargo with me." Lusong placed his hand on the wooden crate. "I got a good deal on a temporary living space in London until I figure out what to do next."

"What is in the crate anyway?" JoJo asked.

"I shouldn't." Lusong said. "It's something really old. It would bore you."

"I'm something of an archaeologist myself. Whatever it is, I'm sure I'll be interested."

"As you wish." Lusong said.

Lusong went to the metal latches on th crate and unlocked it. He then pushed the side of the crate open revealing its contents. JoJo was amazed at the sight of a large statue of a man and a woman kissing. The man had long, flowing hair and a muscular build similar to JoJo's. The woman was tall and athletic looking also with flowing hair. Their eyes were closed for their lips to embrace.

"Beautiful." He commented. "Tell me, Lusong, what is the story of this statue?"

"The history of these two is older than most of known history," Lusong said, "During a time called the Spirit Age. Back during humanity's early days, the Spirits acted as their guides. They'd come to humans, interact, and help any way they can. The Spirits had their own council made up of the three most powerful Spirits in the world. There was Ulfrice the Spirit of Power who was meant to maintain order to humans and spirits alike, Gnumonikho the Spirit of Mortals who cares fo the wellbeing of those unfortunate enough to not live as long as Spirits, and Spirall the Spirit Allfather who was chosen as the fair overseer of all Spirits. With those three keeping up with their duties, all was right with the world."

"What happened?" JoJo asked.

"Ulfrice." Lusong growled in anger. "His ambition and arrogance led him to believe that he alone could command the Spirits and humans. So he set up a coup to destroy Gnumonikho's body and change Spirall into a more powerless form. He then proceeded to rule the Spirit Age with an iron fist with no one standing in his way… until one day, when he was confronted by a resistance led by Spirall's son Clafilius and his love, Sisis the Spirit of Nature. Together, they defeated Ulfrice and cast his body to the darkness below. But before he was destroyed he casted a curse on Clafilius. He was slowly becoming petrified and turning to stone. Unable to accept her love's fate, Sisis shared his curse by kissing him mid-petrification. Thus, they have been stuck in the same embrace for an endless number of centuries. How's that for a campfire story?"

"…How beautiful." JoJo admired. "Such a passionate story. I assume this statue was carved as a testimony to that myth."

"…Sure, let's go with that." Lusong said.

"Utter nonsense if you ask me."

A new voice sent a chill down Lusong's spine. Both he and JoJo looked up to see another giant man standing there with blonde hair.

"This family's on steroids." Lusong commented under his breath.

"Dio, don't be rude." JoJo said. "I'm sorry about him, Mr. Lusong. My brother can be a bit… him."

Dio scoffed and walked back up the stairs.

"Brother?" Lusong asked. "Not exactly a family resemblance if you ask me."

"Well, he's not actually by blood brother." JoJo confessed. "His father saved mine's life after a carriage crash. After Dio's father died, my father took him in as a way to repay the favor. Though, I admit, he can be a bit cruel."

"Got it. No saying his name three times." Lusong chuckled. "Anyway, is there someplace where I can study the London landscape?"

"Oh, sure." JoJo replied. "The study's just upstairs, third door to the right."

"Thanks, Double-Jo." Lusong said. "It was nice to…" Suddenly, his eyes were locked on something hanging on the wall… something that petrified him solid. It was an ancient mask made of stone. He was speechless for a moment.

"Mr. Lusong." JoJo said. "Are you all right?"

Lusong was brought back to his senses. "Sorry. I… couldn't help but admire that mask over there. Where'd you get it?"

"That old thing?" JoJo asked. "That belonged to my mother. I've been studying it lately. I learned it grows spikes when exposed to blood."

"NO ONE'S WORN IT, RIGHT?!" Lusong asked in a panic startling JoJo.

"No. No one has. I mean, who would wear a mask with spikes there. Their heads would be impaled. Why?"

"…No reason." Lusong said. "Just a random question. I do that a lot. Glad you understand."

"What?" JoJo asked.

Before any other words could be said, Lusong quickly ran up the stairs to enter a room full of books on shelves. He took a deep breath before regaining his composure.

"Didn't think I'd see one of those here." He said to himself. "Calm down, Lusong. These guys here are clearly not stupid enough to put it on. I'll just spend the night until the rain clears, then I'll get Clafilius and Sisis to London in no time. Hopefully there, I can find a way to break the curse. Now, for a map of London." Lusong looked up and found an atlas book sitting on the top shelf. He reached his hand up… and it extended further than it should until it was next to the book. He grabbed it and let it fall. In just a second, while he opened the book with his other hand, his extended arm laid out around him like a pile of rope. "Should be simple, especially for Lusong, the Spirit of Humor."