The double leaned down as if speaking to a bewildered child. He could sense the other Dio standing over him. He landed by slamming his shoulder against a strange and glassy expanse. Despite the pain, he turned his head to glimpse outside.
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Dio shrieked and the bright rays fell upon his skin as if they were molten metal. He moved forward with supernatural speed, not stopping time but instead merely using vampiric instinct as he attempted to gouge out his copy’s throat. “Take a guess.”ĭio had no desire to play armchair psychologist with himself. The other Dio tilted his head and his golden hair shifted against his shoulder. “What is this.” It was more statement than question. The other Dio merely smiled wide enough to bare teeth. Dio narrowed his eyes and put his hands on his hips, expecting his double to mirror him. Yellow Temperance would not dare to do such a sacrilegious impersonation, and besides, the stand user had been humiliated by the Joestars long before their arrival at the mansion. He scanned the room further, searching for Vanilla Ice or one of his other confidants, but he froze when he saw himself at the other end of the chamber. He spotted a thin sliver of sunlight streaming through the blackout curtains and scowled. He skulked upstairs, unsure and suspicious, but the mansion was the same as it had been before the damnable Joestars had arrived. Because his sleeping quarters were in the basement, he had no knowledge as to the time of day. He threw the coffin lid aside and looked around. He had been willing to accept waiting for Heaven in a repeat of his underwater purgatory, but the reverberations of stale air with sound pricked at his awareness. His vision went neither white nor black, but empty.ĭio spent over an hour in his closed coffin thinking that it was the afterlife before realizing he could hear faint noises outside. He desperately wanted to hold on to life, but his efforts were in vain. The Stand tore him apart from a distance, practically atom by atom-he could sense the ancient base instincts of his stolen spinal cord sending klaxons of alarm that never reached the ends of his dead and dissipating nerves. Years, no, over a century of careful planning, all destroyed on the whims of some moody teenager. His patience was wearing thin, but if he did this right-if he did the next few years of careful planning correctly-then he could claw his way to the top of these weakly-minded and softer-willed upper-class wastes of skin and then- and then-ĭio wondered this as Star Platinum crumpled The World under its fists like paper. Not at the fact that he wasn’t included, never that, but that his efforts at making the young man outside into a wretch too miserable to ever even consider standing in the sunlight were failing. The only word for what Jonathan and his mutt were doing in the fields was frolicking, and the sight of it simply filled him with a sense of dissatisfaction. His countenance was that of carefully trained disdain as he looked outside. The phrase ‘dog days of summer,’ he thought, had never been so obnoxious.ĭio stared out the window, his book resting forgotten on the sill. Kira Yoshikage (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable).
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