Lone the Faith

The Found of a Disc

"It was a felony... A righteous mistake. A circumstance made by my immature, youthful mind."

DIO stated as he threw himself languidly onto the bed, careless about the tatty blanket that stabbed his skin. He sat up, his slanted smirk of smugness on his face vaporizing away. The words were boorish, uncouth, with no sense of remorse about a crime. The choice of words to downgrade oneself yet elevate the misdeed intrigued Pucci as he averted his eyes to DIO.

"What are you talking about? What was the felony?"

Pucci couldn't retain the paradox DIO was suggesting. His shrewd mind committed to logic could never guess DIO's thoughts. The fastened irises of Pucci were immobile as they rested on DIO's chiseled face, one that enticed innocence into the depths of torture. DIO gave a measly smile that seemed nothing but a mere expression of dismay.

"The Catholic propaganda that I've heard about since the birth from my mother, the divine man you churchmen adore, they must manipulate the chronology of this world."

Pucci couldn't help but cock up an eyebrow at the statement, trying to figure out what DIO was maneuvering this conversation into. Why was he speaking about the chronology of the globe? The creation, the history of evolution, and the religious notion of the revolutionary birth of organisms were well told. Then why was DIO attempting to discuss it?

"Chronology, eschatology, theories, all those complexities that stir one's mind. Those elements fully correlate with religions, elevating deities to an unapproachable pedestal. This is a mechanism that comprises our lives."

DIO paused as he showed a tinge of a frown, his mouth curling up into a foul smile.

"I've desired and still do desire to be in the deities' stead or perhaps even surpass them. I will amply earn power. The power that could stretch to being the authority of every mortal."

It was now Pucci's turn to be upset about DIO's want to seize an insurmountable power that he had no chance of earning. He had never imagined acquiring such horrendous force to outclass God. He couldn't catch the capability within DIO either, especially not with his snobby demeanor. Supremity had to be able to lower itself at times.

"...There is a clear reason why no one was able to be the demiurge. It is simply impossible for someone to be one step ahead of God."

Surprisingly, DIO was not offended one bit. Pucci had expected to see some sort of annoyance at his disagreement. His eyes shimmered in the light of the room in silence as he gazed at Pucci, having no aggression in his behavior.

DIO rose sluggishly, taking a wide step over to Pucci. The penetrating pair of eyes scorching through Pucci made the seminarian close the textbook he held in his hand, placing it down on the ligneous desk. DIO reached out and grappled the forearm of Pucci, competent in discerning fear and surprise in Pucci's eyes.

"You do not have the will to excel in anything. Are you satisfied? With the ability you've attained through the arrowhead, you can dominate mankind. You could be the chief, the highest of all. So why do you not yearn to be beyond the limit?"

Words were beckoning Pucci to be in tow with DIO's path. Pucci didn't take the arm back to himself nor budge to struggle against the grip until he spoke again.

"That mal will you have, it's an entropy. A state of disorder with arbitrary aspirations. This pious path has to decline your offer to accompany your drive to an endless effort."

DIO was silent. The silence was the remnant of Pucci's reprimand. Pucci studied the motionless face, wondering if DIO felt insulted with his rebuke. Instead of expressing whether he was wounded or not, DIO slid his grapple down to the pointer finger of Pucci.

He pressed the tip of the finger against his forehead, making Pucci's face distort in astonishment and apprehension. A horizontal gap was formed just amid the pale forehead of DIO, resembling an aperture of a dense rock. What paralyzed him was an apparition of a disc becoming more and more clear before jutting out of the head, as if waiting for Pucci to take it out. The disc had DIO's face, the formidable gaze implanted tidily into the picture.

Caring less about Pucci's shock, DIO spoke merrily, the grim tone that Pucci had remembered in the first encounter folded away into a distant shelf.

"This is your power. Not mine, not anyone else's. The disc contains everything implanted in my mind, my memories to my esse. If you take it... I'm nothing but a breathing shell."

Pucci had never seen such horrendous ability in all accounts. Not only has he never heard of one being this appalling, but the last part of DIO's explication gave a cascade of new horror.

"If you acknowledge how to use it to its full quota, you'll be two steps in advance. Exceedingly closer to the utmost grail of humanity."

Was anything going to be futile with this ability? Pucci recognized his path becoming far more direct to the ultimate objective of life, unconsciously comprehending DIO's yearning to be the first to stand and be the last to be standing.

"DIO, I'm clueless about it, unfortunately. I'll never be able to ascertain myself if I know the full use of this."

Pucci muttered as he forcefully withdrew his finger away from DIO's forehead. The disc retracted back into the head as if it were a disc drive, and the thin fissure on the head disappeared as well. DIO simpered, the tips of his mouth rising vaguely.

"I'll nurture your growth, my friend."

The seminarian was fully convinced as DIO took a step away, whipping back to the bed.