"You sicken me!" Dio yelled; knocking over his table. "Now get out and do your job before I do it for you!" Dio pointed to the newly created portal. Wu Chang did as he was told and scurried through it. Dragging Enya with him.
The two left Dio alone in his white void of nothing. His realm between worlds; dimensions. He was a god now. So much power, so many possibilities. He sat on his newly formed throne of gold. Of course, it was made of nothing short of the best he could ask for.
Yet it was hollow. Not even a real object, just a manifestation of what he wanted. He hadn't slept for what had been years nor had he dreamed since his star gazing in a lonely field. He'd been too busy for that nonsense. Why bother dreaming about what you want when you should just go and take it? Make it a reality?
But now he was a god. A self-proclaimed god of everything, conquering universes and the like with ease. He was still short of happiness. The Jotaro of this other realm was nothing like the Jotaro he fought. The Jotaro from his time was a weak shell of a boy. Not knowing how to use his stand, even seeming to not care on the outcome of their battle.
But this other Jotaro. Dio shook his head. He never wanted to hear that name again. Not wanting to deal with this thorn in his side.
Those dreams; flashes coming back through his memory as he closed his eyes for a mere moment. He could do anything. Go anywhere in time. So, he went back. Back to a time he knew well.
He'd taken a portal back to his time. He lay on the grass. In a field. Under a sea of stars.
"Back again?" Jojo knelt before him.
"I became a god."
"I can see that."
"I can do anything. What do you want? I could give you anything."
"There isn't a catch is there?"
"No. Not this time."
Jojo lay next to him. "I don't really want anything else."
"I could give you Danny back? Make you meet Erina sooner? Make the stone mask disappear?"
"No. Just being here with you is enough. I know what I have to go through but wouldn't really change anything."
"Even though you know how you die?"
"Yeah."
The silence came.
"What's it like? To be a god?"
"Imagine the world, many, at your fingertips."
"Isn't it lonely?"
"Lonely? Lonely." Dio stared dead up to the sky. "I never told you, did I? About those dreams?"
"No you did already tell me. Twice."
"How would you deal with Joatro? If you had to fight him?"
"I wouldn't fight him. I'd try and talk to him first. He's not evil so I wouldn't want to kill him. But you already knew that."
Dio hated how right Jojo was. He'd had this conversation multiple times. Replaying time, erasing the world around them. Only letting him and Jonathan keep their memories of what had happened every time.
"Why don't you just leave him be? You've already conquered our world. Why try and conquer theirs? Isn't one world enough?"
"I want a world where you still exist 100 years later. Every world I've come across has never had that possibility. Each time I find a version of Joataro!"
"Maybe the sea will clear your head?"
Dio rose to his feet, dragging Jonathan with him through a portal. They landed on a beach.
"This is where this world will reset."
"I thought the sea air would do you good." Jojo muttered, concerned at Dio's restlessness.
"And I want you here with me when it happens. Do you want see that? This world resetting? Maybe that would-"
"I don't mind."
"Really? You wouldn't try to stop it from happening?"
"No."
"You know-"
"I don't need to know. Dio please just stop. Stop all of this. You got what you wanted. Stop dragging me to places I don't belong."
"You should know it'll take more than-"
But Dio could only feel the weight of his body going under the waves that rolled up in the shore. Jojo had pushed him in.
He floated in the clear blue. Stunned at Jojo's sudden urge.
Floating in the blue. Like his dream. The water didn't bother him. He couldn't drown. Death couldn't take him. For a moment he lingered there. For a moment he didn't know why.
He floated out of the water and stood on the surface. "Why the sudden push?"
"I thought the salt water would help!" Jonathan stormed from the edge of the beach through the portal behind him. Leaving Dio alone again.
Dio went back to his own time again. Back to his void between worlds.
Dio sat up in his coffin. Was that a dream? Or reality? He couldn't tell. He'd had a taste of what he could do as a god. How he would behave. What he would do.
And maybe being a god wouldn't be as good as he thought it'd be? He'd e able to go anywhere n time. See Jojo whenever he wanted. But because of his ego, his pride, he'd still treat Jojo the same. And Jojo would get sick of it.
He didn't want to have to deal with alternate versions of enemies and incompetent followers. He didn't know if he'd win against his world's Jotaro.
Dio grasped the edges of the coffin. Stopping his shaking hands.
He knew he'd see Jojo soon. He knew somehow, he would always fail. And becoming a god would never happen.