Hey JoJo, I hate you.
I knew it from the moment I saw you.
You were so disgustingly cheerful and friendly.
I kicked your dog as it ran up to me.
I hate dogs.
Hey JoJo, I hate you.
It's been a while since I arrived and I got to know you well.
Your table manners are atrocious, JoJo.
I fight you in the competition, and it's too easy to win.
I make sure to punch your pretty face with as much strength as possible.
I hope it will stay disfigured for the rest of your pathetic life.
I am going to take everything from you.
Hey JoJo, I hate you.
I was wondering why you were so cheerful lately, and then I found you with that woman.
I cannot begin to describe the cold fury that unfurled in my stomach when I saw you so happy together.
You still dare make that cheerful face?
You dare elope with a woman?
So I kiss her with force.
You haven't kissed her first. It was I, Dio.
I hope you feel the same fury now, eating away at your stomach painfully.
(Because it did nothing to settle mine.)
Hey JoJo, I hate you.
So you found out what I did to the woman.
You punch at me desperately.
You even dare hit me - it makes something in me snap.
You're lucky your father came.
That night, I finally do what I was planning on doing for a long time.
My father was a fool, but I managed to research enough to know what the stone I'm holding does. My mother had left me with her own research - it is a family heirloom but was never used. Fools, the lot of them - so afraid of becoming monsters that cannot die.
I plunge its core into my heart, but I don't die, how could I? I feed it my Soul until none of it is left in my body.
Even if I die, I will be in this shard with all my memories, and I will get a new body sooner or later.
Small shards of the stone are left, and those are purple instead of red like their core.
I keep them, because they still have a use.
Then, I throw your dog into the incenerator and lock it.
That will teach you to play around with women, JoJo.
Hey JoJo, I still hate you.
7 years have passed.
We are polite with each other now, but I can feel it.
You also hate me, don't you?
You don't feel any friendship for me, that's for certain.
And you despise yourself for it, too, don't you? It's delicious watching you struggle.
Hey JoJo, I hate you.
And now you found the letter from my father to yours.
You know now, don't you?
