Dio looked to Pucci poured him another glass of red wine. Before settling back into his seat resuming their game of chest.

Taking a sip of his wine, Dio noted that it must be at least thirty years old.

'So around the year of my greatest defeat.'

Reaching out Dio moved one of his pawns forward and Pucci looked to his side and return his gaze to his pieces.

It's all about planning ahead. So Pucci, his loyal companion, and follower made the grand suggestion of playing a game of chest every other evening to allow his brain to become better at strategizing. That reminded him how much of him is actually missing.

Dio didn't even have the luxury to have his own head. The only thing he had was from Jonathan's right hand, his index finger. The rest was made of his defeated bastard sons. They weren't even worth their stand abilities if they couldn't take on an inexperienced girl. The only use they had now was body parts.

Pucci was able to get the last thing he needed to return.

Fresh blood.

Of course, there was some trial and error. Pucci had tried reviving him before but something was just not working. It was only when the first of his bastards had been murdered did Pucci noticed it. After collecting the bodies, did he notice that indeed he was accepting them, merging with them.

Then it clicked. It had to be of his blood.

Dio blinked and grinned at the sky before him. The light blinded him for a second before looked upon the city that laid out in front of him.

"Paris, a place of modern fashion and revolution." He marveled at the sight and took note at the fact that the cars seem different. The tv screens he could seem different design also.

"Lord Dio, Welcome back."

The vampire grinned at the voice and turned. There kneeling before him was a man and not the teenager he met all those years ago.

"Pucci my friend, how have you been in your endeavors?" Pucci finally looked at him and he saw that the man was scarred on his left side. Likely blinded from a recent battle.

"I have failed in my mission but not in my mission to have you return." Dio grinned and laugh before a slight finally caught his sight. A man laid off to the side, breathing quite hard. Pucci watched as Dio approach the unconscious individual turning him over to see his face properly.

"Quite the face and who could this be?"

Pucci got up and answered," He was the key to your return Dio."

Looking down, Dio notices something peeking from under the blond's shirt. Moving the collar, Dio hissed in annoyance. Before lifting a hand, fully intending on killing this fool.

A hand grabs his hand and Dio looked to Pucci who shook his head.

Dio slowly lowered his hand, because Pucci knew his limits and wouldn't dare stop Dio unless he was doing something out of line.

"Pucci my friend, allowing a Joestar here and letting them breathe in the wake of my return is a mistake on your part." Pucci nodded but new piece of information presented itself.

"But my lord, he is the most promising of your sons."

"Pucci, excellent game." Pucci nodded his defeat and set the board for their next game.

Dio looked to the thunderstorm and smiled as lightning flashed.

His son, Giorno was his name, had potential. It was how to use that to their advantage was the problem.

As it would seem, that his son has gained a weakness.

In the form of his greatest defeat's how he wanted to strangle that blasted girl but she was the key to bring his son to their side.

It was an added bonus that she was also with child.

Dio grinned at the thought. He never wanted to be a father but the thought of him teaching a child of his blood how to bring the world to its knees was interesting to say the least.

Oh, he can't wait to see the look on anyone of the Joestar's faces.

Jotaro at his age, probably thought since the war was over, he could hang up his greatest weapon and never practice again.

Oh, he can't wait to break the poor fool. His daughter, a confirm stand user, was going to be interesting to crush.

This indeed was going to be a truly interesting adventure for him.

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Giorno kissed Jolyne on the temple of her head and finally sat at the table. Jotaro lowered his newspaper and Trish was currently crashing on the sofa, scrolling through her phone.

"Now, . What can we do you for?" Jotaro took a sip of his coffee and gave Giorno a set of files. Jolyne looked at the files as Giorno flipped through them.

Each had a picture and a report saying death by blood loss.

Jolyne unfazed by the blood but was a bit disturbed by the fact some were very capable people. There was an even spread of people from men and women. Some had occupations that made them ready for action. Like a soldier, killed just a week before, age 22. Nothing that she could think of from the file made her believe a perfectly capable soldier could easily be killed.

That's if this was fair play.

"We may have ourselves a problem," Jotaro stated as Giorno set the files down.

"Do any of them have anything in common?" Giorno asked as Jotaro fixed his hat as he leaned back as far as his chair allowed it.

"It's not a confirmed case but some were registered in the Speedwagon foundation database as stand users."

Jolyne now was worried. Stand users weren't that easily defeated unless-"We suspect that a powerful stand user is in the area."

Giorno had a bit of sweat going down the side of his face. Could he be the stand user that is drawing them in? It would make sense as stand users drawn in each other. But that wouldn't explain anything.

Jotaro leaned back in.

"Now, like I said nothing is confirmed. I just felt like you needed to know." Jotaro looked to Jolyne."Because I know keeping things from you isn't ever a good idea."

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Jotaro bid them good night and when the time came for bed did Giorno get a hug from Jolyne.

"Sorry about my dad."

Giorno shrugged the encounter off. Definitely much warmer than his first interaction with hi.

When they were settled in bed did Jolyne speak her final word about it.

"He likes you enough not to scare you off."

Giorno was glad for that.