The Last Pillar.

Chapter Seven: Revenants

Dio and (y/n) perched high above the battle below. The blond man watching the fight with glee as the girl was disgusted with the evil her mask was used for. This somehow felt familiar. The risen warriors reminded her of something she had seen long ago. Especially blueford and his long hair. What was it? What was it? Her red eyes gazed over the scene and looked to the two behind Jonathan. Speedwagon was looking between the Knights and her, as if begging the girl to assist Jonathan with her ancient power. Jonathan was able to free himself from being tangled in Blueford's hair by burning the hair away with hamon. Blueford seemed impressed and called up to Dio, "Lord Dio, I will take care of this boy myself. I sense skill in him."
Dio seemed to be pleased as the two began to fight. Blueford engaged Jonathan as Tarukus set his sights on Speedwagon and Baron Zeppeli. The blond vampire floated closer to the ancient girl, "My supervision is no longer needed here, I will depart to make more zombies and take over Wind Knight's Lot, then invade all of England like a plague. I'll let you think over my offer, dear (y/n). I know you can find me when you have your answer." He tapped the tip of her main horn and disappeared into the night.

He was not very sincere with his affectionate tone to her, he just wanted her to help him have more control over the world he wanted to make. He more than likely knew she had some power she was not aware of yet. The girl hissed in disgust and looked back to the battle below her. Jonathan and Blueford were underwater and fighting. A few minutes later, she saw Jonathan and the warrior shot out of the water. Jonathan had made a pretty good attempt to hit the warrior. But he only grazed the revenant with his fist. Blueford wrapped Jonathan up in his hair and threw him against a tree, the warrior had Jonathan's limbs pinned to his body, making Hamon use difficult. (Y/n) gasped and jumped down from her perch. The little girl saw the bigger warrior, Tarukus, standing over Speedwagon and Baron Zeppeli. She used her speed and strength to knock the warrior's arm back as he began to swing his blade at the two men in front of him. The little girl used that momentum to change direction quickly and attack Blueford, she grazed her hand on him to sever the revenant's arm as he swung his blade. The girl kicked him to fall forward, right into the hamon filled foot of Jonathan. The hair that bound Jonathan vanished as he filled his fists with Hamon. The little girl watched as her brother pummeled the warrior.

Blueford fell back on the ground and picked up his sword with his remaining arm, he was still determined to fight. The girl felt something change inside the warrior before her. "I am the black knight Blueford. This pain is nothing to me!," the revenant announced as he got up to attack Jonathan. The girl and Jonathan did nothing to stop him, the child looking up at the warrior standing above them as he stopped his sword at the last second. The sword cut Jonathan's cheek. The revenant looked like he was no longer monstrous, his soul had been restored by hamon. "Blueford, it's time for you to return to your rest.," the little girl spoke, "Your queen is waiting for you." "You are in pain. You feel pain.," Jonathan said. Blueford made a small smile and fell to his knees. He looked between the two before him. "I stopped fighting you because I knew you were not going to kill me. You felt pain.," Jonathan explained, "You felt. That is why you stopped your sword."
Up close, (y/n) could see Blueford's face very well. He made her see flashes of a warrior from her past. A warrior that seemed to be more important to her than the others. Blueford had a smile. He looked at peace with himself and what was happening. He seemed happy. "You believed that I would stop my attack, that is what kept you from counter-attacking. Is your trust in humans that strong?" (Y/n) knew that question, although directed at both of them, was inquiring for her answer more.

The warrior coughed and let go of his sword, "If I feel pain, then I can feel joy as well. This is humanity." (Y/n)'s red eyes turned away from this man before she looked back, "Your soul has been restored. Your humanity has come with it. And I apologize for the terrible power that disturbed your rest, good warrior." He was dying, but he was at peace with everything. He met a man of true compassion, he met Jonathan. "You two, tell me your names.," Blueford spoke, "Comapions to worlds so far different than mine." "I am Jonathan Joestar.," Jonathan spoke. "And I am (y/n).," the child added. The warrior held out his sword, "Jonathan, I grant you the word engraved into the sword given into the sword given to me by my Queen: luck." He sliced his finger on the blade and added a 'p' at the beginning of the word, "And for the future, I grant you this: Pluck." The knight placed the sword before Jonathan before holding his hand out to the child. "The future will hold great victory for you, but also great loss.," he spoke. The plum haired little girl took his bleeding hand as she felt him fade, "Say hello to our father, please." Blueford smiled and fell forward, turning into glowing dust that disappeared into the moonlight. All that was left of him was his armor. His queen was fortunate to have a good man like that, the girl wished him a safe trip into the afterlife and eternal rest and happiness with his queen that he loved.