The Past Always Comes Back to Haunt You

Strength the Monkey

Somewhere Hidden in Egypt...

Darkness hid the face of a man who could only be described physically as a God like figure, three candles being the only sources of light in the dark room. Night was his domain, darkness his friend, something he had grown used to over the past hundred years. The blonde Stand user, the man known as Dio, stared at himself in the mirror, though he wasn't admiring himself. He was deep in thought, and only one person could he confide in his thoughts.

"Enyaba, that's something I'd like to ask you," Dio mused in his calm, alluring voice. "What does it mean to live?" 

Dio turned to look down at a short woman with long grey hair, a cane in her hand as she held it with her two right hands. 

"To obtain what one desires," Enyaba answered without hesitation. "To put it simply, that is all it means to live. People want money, they want fame, they want food, they want love, they want a lover..." 

Enyaba let out an almost amused laugh, as if she was laughing at the thought of love.

"But when they attempt to obtain what they desire, there is always a battle, is there not, Enyaba?" Dio mused, having turned back to the mirror. 

"Indeed." 

Dio turned and started to walk towards a flight of stairs at a slow pace, still in the conversation as he walked. 

"If they lose the battle and fail to obtain what they desire, they feel frustration and a sense of failure. They are hurt... And they feel fear when faced with the next battle. I believe that conquering fear is what it means to live. The one who will stand on top of the world is the one that feels no fear whatsoever. Do you understand, Enyaba?" 

There was barely a pause before Enyaba spoke her truth. 

"I was the one who told you about the existence of your Stand and how to use it. And you have an immortal body. Is there anything that you fear?"

"Perhaps," Dio replied without hesitation, catching the interest of Enyaba. 

"What concerns you?" Enyaba asked, knowing that it wasn't like her Lord, Dio, to be afraid or feel emotions such as torment and despair. 

"The Joestar bloodline," Dio stated. 

"Joestar?" Enyaba questioned in slight surprise. "Those two? They are mere trash. They are no match for your Stand!"

"Yes... But when the lives of those trash are so deeply entangled with my own, I cannot help but feel it is destiny. To be more specific... It is not the Joestars that I fear. It is the fact that I cannot underestimate the Joestar bloodline. I feel that I must rid the Joestars from my wheel of fortune."

"You thought to eliminate them yourself simply because you feel that they cannot be underestimated?" 

"Yes. And to ensure that my bride is safe." 

"Foolishness! You should never engage in such foolishness! We already have seven Stand users- Empress, The Hanged Man, Strength, The Wheel of Fortune, Temperance, The Emperor, and The Devil- on the move, all with strict orders about your bride's ensured safety. You need not worry about taking action yourself, Lord Dio." 

Dio hummed in agreement and started to walk up the stairs. 

"Though, Lord Dio, if the Joestars happen to continue to overtake the users, Eleanor will continue to grow stronger," Enyaba mused. "Her Stand, once called Power Thief, will continue to grow in power. I fear, the longer she stays with the Joestars, the more her loyalty truly lies with them, and the harder it will be to sway her over."