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|Dio| 2

**Spoiler Warning for eyes of heaven ***

Years passed like whispers through a crypt, and though time threatened to dull her purpose, Y/N remained steadfast. The world had moved on from the chaos Dio once wreaked, but she hadn't. His death was not an end—it was an insult. One she would avenge.

In a location that shall not be known, Y/N stood in a candlelit chamber, above Dio's preserved body. Her hand rested gently on a golden disc engraved with Dio's name. Across from her stood Father Enrico Pucci, his pale eyes gleaming with divine conviction.

"He entrusted me with the path to Heaven," Pucci murmured, voice calm yet electric with purpose. "And in you, I see the final piece."

Y/N's grip tightened. "Then let's finish what he started."

They had crossed oceans of blood and memory to reach this point. Y/N had learned of Dio's plans posthumously—fragments scattered through journals, whispered by surviving loyalists, and finally, from the priest who once knelt before Dio in reverence. Pucci had the plan. She had the drive. Together, they would rewrite fate.

In the humid wilds of Florida, near the perimeter of Green Dolphin Street Prison, their last piece of their plan was interrupted. Y/N felt it before she saw them: that unsettling pull in her chest, that ripple in the air like fate shifting.

Jolyne Cujoh.

The daughter of Jotaro.

Flanked by her allies—Ermes, Emporio, and the ever-unpredictable Anasui—Jolyne stood across the swamp clearing, Stone Free coiled protectively around her.

Pucci tensed. "They must not interfere."

Y/N stepped forward, heart pounding not with fear, but fury. She responded without her voice wavering. "They won't. I'll make sure of it."

The battle was inevitable.

Stone Free's strings lashed out first, quick and calculated, aiming for Pucci. But Y/N was faster—her Stand, [Crimson Mercy], intercepted them with a burst of crimson energy, deflecting the threads like fragile glass.

Jolyne narrowed her eyes. "You're not like the others... Who are you?"

Y/N's voice was steel. "I'm the one who'll unmake your father's victory."

She disregarded Jolyne's confused face and what followed was chaos—blurs of fists, flares of power, and time itself fracturing beneath Pucci's evolving Stand. The swamp became a battleground of wills. Y/N and Jolyne clashed fiercely, not just in strength, but in belief. One fighting for her father's memory. The other, for her master's return.

But something went wrong.

Pucci grew too fast. His Stand, now Made in Heaven, began accelerating time. Reality spun into a whirlpool. Y/N felt her grasp on Dio's discs slipping as the world blurred, shifting, resetting.

She screamed into the collapsing dimension, "NO!"

When it all stopped, there was silence.

Y/N opened her eyes. The sky was unfamiliar. The world had been remade.

Pucci was gone.

So was Jolyne. So was the gang.

All of them... erased.

Y/N stood alone in a world where Dio had never existed.

What was once floating in the air now in her hand—faint, flickering like a dying star.

Her tear fell upon it.

"Not yet," she whispered, attaching it to her hip. "Even in this new world... I'll find you."