There was a man lying on a bed, he was tired and ill from an unknown sickness that had hit him months ago; the symptoms were that of heart pain, swollen fingers, and a constant cough, he knew that without a doubt that he will die,maybe this was God's way of punishing him for his past ill deeds that he did to fuel his ever growing struggle with the demon in the bottle. He turned his head to see his son sitting down and reading a book "Dio." he called to him- no response "Dio!" he called out again, still no response. The man got frustrated and grabbed an empty bottle to throw it in his son's general direction "Dio are you deaf, come here you daft boy!" he coughed out. Dio closed his book before looking towards his father and walking up to him.
"What is it father, do you need medicine?" he asked
"No, no medicine- I don't trust those bastard doctors and their atlesion snake oil, if anything I want booze, but that is not the point at the moment." Dario said before reaching into his shirt for an envelope. "I've not long left in this world, I know that I'll be dead soon. You're my only concern once I pass on… please, listen Dio." Dario then pulled out the letter and handed Dio the envelope "Mail this letter to the location that is addressed on it, this man owes me a favor and I'm sure he'll look after you, make sure you have a good education. Once I have passed, I have only one request; never lose to anybody and become the richest of them all." Dario said before passing.
Before his passing, the man reflected on his encounter with how he was owe a debt.
It was a dark, stormy day all across the micronation of Britannia, in the countryside on a narrow dirt road mere metres away from a steep drop with a chance of being impaled by wreckage from previous travelers who were unfortunate. A couple saw the fresh wreckage and the man saw the opportunity to rob the courses and pawn their belongings off.
They carefully traversed down to the bottom of the cliff, they had to be quick though- the Grimm could come rushing in at any moment. Once they arrived, the woman of the couple heard the sobbing of a baby "There's a dead woman inside the carriage, but she's holding a baby that's alive. She must have been protecting it."
The man cringed and got a little angry "Some brat's in there?! Who cares!" he shouted as he began to pry the ring off one of the bodies laying on the cold ground, thinking of where he could store it he grabbed a suitcase, when opened he saw a spooky looking stone mask stone mask, the mask was discarded soon after. After prying it off he got a surprise when the ring's owner turned out to still be alive.
"Y… you… y… you're the one who saved me? I thank you." the ring's owner said, unaware that his "saviors" were actually just scavenging the dead for cash. "M… my wife…! My wife and son are they alright? Are they safe?" he asked in a sudden panic.
"Aw… your wife and driver have, uh, passed… but the baby is safe."
"It should have been me instead of her… but my son is safe. I suppose such is fate… I was going to repay you but someone came along and snatched both my wallet and rings before you got here… my name is Jeorge Joestar. I'd like to repay you for saving my life. Tell me your name before I lose consciousness again. A Joestar always repays his debts."
"I am but an unworthy peasant- my name is Dario Brando." the man said
Back in the present, Darip was buried not long after his death and Dio was looking over his father's grave, for 12 years he was stuck with that monster, in one final act of anger and disgust against his father, he spat on his grave. "Piece of Garbage!" he shouted before boarding the train to go to the Joestars.
⇐ to be continued