The air was thick with a heady mix of anticipation and dread as chaos unfolded around Dio. The metallic symphony of steel meeting flesh and bone reverberated through the empty halls, each clash serving as a perverse chorus to his dark desires. Blood, a macabre paint, adorned his well-toned body, a testament to the visceral ecstasy coursing through his veins.
His eyes, alight with a predatory gleam, locked onto his next target, a man who dared to challenge his supremacy. With a sadistic smile curling upon his lips, Dio closed the distance between them in a flash of predatory grace. His grip tightened around the man's wrist, a vice-like embrace that promised pain and suffering. The man's futile struggles were met with an unforgiving force, crushing bone and shattering resolve.
A wicked chuckle escaped Dio's lips, a sinister melody of pleasure and dominance. The man's body crumpled, an offering to the blood-soaked ground beneath them. Dio relished in the power coursing through his veins, the intoxicating rush that accompanied each act of violence. This was his playground, his realm of terror and twisted desire.
The scene before him was a grotesque tableau, an unholy fusion of pleasure and horror. The scent of blood mingled with the acrid tang of fear, an intoxicating perfume that fueled Dio's insatiable hunger. Every movement, every strike, was laced with a sensual energy, a dance of destruction that pushed the boundaries of his own primal nature.
In that moment, Dio was a tempest incarnate, a force of nature that left devastation in his wake. His senses were heightened, attuned to the symphony of pain and anguish echoing through the desecrated halls. He reveled in the terror he instilled, the sheer weight of his presence suffocating those unfortunate enough to cross his path.
"Come at me! Don't stop!" Dio's maniacal laughter filled the air as he effortlessly plucked bullets from their deadly trajectories, defying the laws of physics. With a sadistic grin, he hurled the projectiles back at one unfortunate soul, transforming him into a grotesque canvas of shredded flesh and splintered bone.
What was meant to be a group of ten now dwindled to a mere five. The remaining few trembled in abject terror, their eyes darting towards Yumenji, paralyzed with fear and uncertainty.
"Kid! Use your cursed power against him!" One of the trembling figures bellowed, shaking Yumenji out of his stupor.
"I-I'll try!" The teenager stammered, mustering his courage. Inhaling deeply, he braced himself for the impending clash. Dio's gaze fixated on the young one, a spark of recognition igniting within him, sensing an all-too-familiar potential welling deep within his being. This encounter would be the proving ground to confirm his suspicions.
"Sandman!" Yumenji's desperate cry reverberated through the air, and to Dio's delight, a sinister figure materialized behind the teenager. His twisted grin widened.
It was no mere figure, Dio realized. It was a living, writhing heap of sand, pulsating with a desperate desire to take on the form willed by its master.
"AHAHAHA, A NEW STAND USER!? ASTOUNDING, ABSOLUTELY ASTOUNDING!" Dio's laughter filled the air, an unsettling symphony of madness. He summoned The World, commanding it to strike the mass of sand without delay.
But to his astonishment, the sand remained unscathed, defying his expectations. Instead, it slithered up The World's arm before erupting in a devastating barrage of sand projectiles.
"What...ngh!" Dio's confidence faltered as a wave of irresistible drowsiness washed over him, threatening to drown his consciousness.
"Sleepiness... the stand's ability!?" He cursed, feeling the tendrils of somnolence tightening around his mind.
"Nice work, kid," a mocking voice taunted, drawing nearer amidst approaching footsteps.
With his remaining shreds of consciousness, Dio unleashed an otherworldly scream, a cacophony of fury and defiance. "WRYYYYYY!" The world itself responded, impaling Dio's own shoulder with a jagged metal pipe, a shock of pain overriding the encroaching slumber.
"DON'T UNDERESTIMATE ME, SCUM!" Dio roared with a primal ferocity, his voice echoing through the night. He seized the approaching man, his grip like a vice, crushing the windpipe with merciless force. Propelled by a surge of adrenaline, Dio hurled the lifeless body, colliding with the remaining three, sending them sprawling.
"USELESS USELESS USELESS USELESS" Dio's voice rang out, laden with unadulterated malice. He froze time, seizing several metal pipes in mid-air with The World, transmuting them into deadly projectiles. When time resumed its relentless march, the pipes impaled their targets, snuffing out their lives in an instant. Their bodies became macabre pincushions, a testament to Dio's ruthless power.
Silence enveloped the blood-stained scene as Dio stood amidst the carnage, his breath ragged and his pulse racing. The air crackled with an eerie stillness, broken only by the echoes of his triumph and the grotesque tableau that surrounded him. In this moment of chilling victory, Dio reveled in his own terrifying existence, his sinister nature on full display for all who dared to oppose him.
"Now..." Dio's voice trailed off in a chilling whisper as he turned his attention to the lone figure standing amidst the wreckage-Yumenji, the newfound stand user.
A sadistic grin etched across Dio's face as he forcefully planted his foot next to the teenager's head, the weight of his presence crushing any remnants of hope within him.
"You... possess potential, kid," Dio chuckled, a twisted amusement dancing in his eyes. He wiped away the blood staining his visage, reveling in the macabre spectacle before him. "I shall grant you the opportunity to work under me, to pursue your desires, and to strive toward your goals. In return, you must pledge your unwavering loyalty to me."
Yumenji's entire being trembled with fear, a paralyzing terror that left him speechless. All he could manage was a feeble nod, his life hanging in the balance. Dio's smile widened, satisfied with yet another pawn to manipulate in his grand scheme.
However, his amusement faltered as he realized that reinforcements should have arrived by now. His brow furrowed with growing concern, and he turned his piercing gaze upon Yumenji.
"Hey, kid, where are the others?" Dio's voice dripped with a mix of impatience and suspicion, demanding answers.
"O-others?" Yumenji stammered, his mind racing to conjure a plausible explanation. "The reinforcements... I... I don't know. We were only meant to serve as decoys. I'm just as confused as you are..."
"Decoys?" Dio muttered, his thoughts spinning in silence. Then, a sudden realization struck him, and his eyes widened with a primal urgency. He frantically scanned the surroundings, his ears pricking up at the faint sound of people screaming in the distance.
"Ai!" Dio's voice reverberated with a mixture of desperation and rage.
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Oshi No Ko; You are my World (SEASON 2 BAYBEH)
FanfictionObviously from the title, it is a fanfic about a self insert Dio Brando OC getting transfered to the Oshi no ko universe after his death at Jotaro's hands and what would happen as he unintentionally saves Ai. #1 in anime as of May 30 #1 in reincarna...
