Rome, Italy. April 10th, 2001.
"Shit!! How come the arrow is no longer in my hands?! I refuse to admit it... EVER!!! I will not lose without doing anything!!!"
Diavolo got up, slowly, with difficulty. He didn't seem to notice they were there. Right behind him, appearing through the fog.
"I'm going to ask you once, and not once more... So listen to me, Diavolo: Shut up."
Diavolo turned, finally setting his eyes on the enemy. (Y/N) stood proudly in front of him, her head held high and her gaze glaring. At her side, Giorno was holding the arrow in his hands, a defiant look on his face and one knee on the ground. Rage seized Diavolo. And after a moment of hesitation, he rushed towards them, ready to settle this matter once and for all. A desperate move, no doubt.
"Last Judgement.
- Gold Experience!"
Their Stands immediately appeared. And without waiting a single second, Gold Experience struck his chest with the arrow, creating a gaping wound in Giorno's chest, who fell backwards. But nothing happened. The arrow fell to the ground, stained with blood. (Y/N) caught her protege without a second of hesitation. While approaching dangerously, Diavolo began to sneer at this failure.
"I saw that the arrow was going to fall!" he chanted. "Poor incompetent newbies. The arrow doesn't want you, Giorno Giovanna. As good old Polnareff used to say, the arrow chooses someone worthy of controlling it. I did well not to flee. The arrow didn't choose you-
- Didn't I order you to shut your mouth, Diavolo?!"
The weather was suddenly covered with black clouds. By reflex, Diavolo took a step back, his eyes turned to the sky.
"What the-"
Against all odds, Gold Experience stood up, Last Judgement's scythe in hand. The Gates of Purgatory were wide open. And the usual purple smoke was turning dark. There was a clap of thunder. And the arrow lodged Gold Experience's arm, right against Last Judgement's majestic scythe.
"I-Impossible!!"
But the impossible was more than possible, it was reality. Giorno floated proudly above their heads. Gold Experience Requiem by his side. It was beyond the arrow's powers. It was a combination of Stands. Stands so opposite, yet complementary. And that, no prediction could have guessed.
"Only reality persists in this world," Giorno announced in a calm voice. "Anything that comes from reality cannot sink. My comrades are dead, but not their deeds or their will. They gave me the arrow. Death gave me the arrow. As for you, we will quickly find out if your actions are the result of reality, or if they come from apparent cruelty.
- In other words, Diavolo. After examining the extent of your sins, we condemn you... to eternal and endless death. We'll see if you succumb. Boss."
Thunder. The wind intensified. Gritting his teeth, Diavolo summoned his King Crimson.
"Don't get too confident!! Let time disappear for everyone except me!!
- It's lost on you, Diavolo.
- King Crimson!!
- The World!!"
Time stopped. To tell the truth, it disappeared. Diavolo approached Gold Experience Requiem, ready to attack. But there was something he had forgotten to plan for. It was that Giorno was not the only one in contact with the arrow. And that King Crimson wasn't the only one manipulating time. As he was about to strike, Diavolo was shivering from head to toe. Because close to his ear, (Y/N) whispered,
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〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement
FanfictionBorn of a French mother and an Italian father, (Y/N) is a very ordinary young girl. At least that's what she would like to claim. Because the truth, here it is, (Y/N) can see ghosts. Would this just be a simple paranormal ability? Or would that powe...
