Chapter Text
On an island in the Sea of Second Chances, a blonde haired woman stood amidst a horde of defeated Samebitos.
She had and impressive figure, as well as wavy, golden hair that was cropped short, reaching only the base of her nape. Her equally golden eyes observed the fallen monsters, glinting with a arrogant shine.
"Hmmm...looks like even in this new world, my powers are unrivaled", Dimaria Yesta, a former member of the Spriggan 12 of the Alvarez Empire, stated with a smirk.
However, at that moment, the sun went down.
The female mage suddenly heard a sinister-sounding chuckle coming from behind her, and spun around to see where it came from.
Standing there, was a extremely tall, muscular man with golden hair and eyes. He was wearing a very flamboyant outfit, consisting of a yellow jacket and pants, over a tight, black tank-top, as well as chaps with an exposed crotch. Numerous green heart-shaped accessories hung from all over his body, most notably over his forehead.
His skin was pale, his nails were long and sharp with a black colour, and as he grinned, Dimaria saw that his two of his teeth were long and sharp, like a pair of fangs.
"So...It appears that you possess powers, that grant you control over time itself", the man said in an incredibly deep, haughty voice.
Dimaria raised an eyebrow in suprise. "So, you figured that out, did you?", she said with a raised eyebrow.
Then, her expression turned into a wicked grin.
"But, I am afraid it won't do you any good!"
However, just as she was about to active her ability, the man yelled out:
"THE WORLD!"
And suddenly, Dimaria found herself on the ground, with a massvie wound on her stomach. "W-what was that?", the mage muttered, completely shocked.
"Don't tell me...you can control time too?!"
The man, or rather, Vampire, grinned at the obvious fear in Dimaria’s voice.
"YES!", the man declared loudly, as he pointed at the stunned Spriggan 12 member, his grin growing even wider.
"Now, bow! FOR I AM THE TRUE RULER OF TIME!"
The man then pointed at himself.
"FOR I, DIO, AM THE ONE TRUE RULER OF THE WORLD!"
He slowly walked towards Dimaria, who had gotten to her feet, staring at the Stand-user with a fearful, but determined expression.
Dio Brando merely smirked at her, his hand on his hip.
"I will tell you now...any sort of resistance you try to muster, will simply be...MUDA!"