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Prologue: Stand above them, defiant boy!

London, England, 2007

While Father Enrico Pucci would have preferred to have stayed back in Italy for the sake of keeping the Church he had bestowed to Dio untarnished by the vultures hovering quite near to it, the priest had long decided to not tempt fate with the thugs of the Joestar family this close to him.

He was happy that young Giorno had managed to unleash the full potential of his Stand, a praise-worthy day was the one when the news of his victory over Diavolo had reached his ears. HIS son had succeeded against the heretic traitor, showing him the true mercy of the Heavens by attaining the Requiem.

But to think that this joyous revelation had to be tainted by the ill-decision of the youth to join forces with the Speedwagon Foundation? Pucci was not pleased and, after several hours of prayers to find a way to solve the rebellious steps of the young man, he decided to spare him.

Of course the priest was now certain that Giorno was far from what DIO required from a proper heir and, coupled with the fact that the Diary was still incomplete and that his research to find HIS other sons was relatively new, he needed to find a solution to resurrect his [Friend] without muddying it during his attempt to 'Achieve Heaven'.

DIO was to be resurrected in a unique situation, before the operations to reach for their [Dream] could begin. And that is why Pucci had decided to venture the possibility of making use of one of the rituals present in the journal of the late Enya. While the hag had been loyal to the very end, the true potential and worth was the knowledge she had accumulated after years of studying the world.

He could remember HIM as he described disappointingly about his drunk father, a stain to the family that took the lovely angel that was HIS mother away from the world. The cruelty of the sinful world, a tragedy that was not warranted nor forgivable.

The blood of the family, albeit from a source far from normally acceptable, would be needed to use the true power of the Arrow.

The powerful instrument that allowed to the strong-willed to develop Stands and unlock further evolutions had the capacity to be used to pull through the afterlife the soul of a specific individual. It was theorized by the Hag that by using a still-existing Stand with those elements, a ritual could bring forth the soul of its user back to the real world, binding it to a body that would surpass any of the previous bodies DIO had used, vampiric and Jonathan Joestar's.

A divine body for a divine soul.

It was a doable proposal, one that Pucci would personally oversee for its perfect completion. Duty and effort was required to the utmost, things that only he as the closest being to DIO could give to the right demand. After all, he was a patient but faithful man. Loyal to the ones that had reached his core, giving new meaning to life itself.

And DIO was the sole God his love and devotion felt rightfully given to.

This school was supposed to be a normal one. At least that was what his mother had told him two months earlier, when he had to accept changing to another institutions because of his only parent's ever-changing jobs.

It was quite the bore the moments he would have to deal with

Jonathon 'Jon' Joyce was just the average 15 years old. Not many friends, but not marginalized enough to warrant the attention of the bullies in his class. Well-versed in Football and interest in a career as a professional pianist, one of the passions that kept him from snapping at the never-ending school-hopping.

But today Jon discovered that this school, which had looked pretty common-ish until now, was now different from the norm. It was the man standing by the desk, a Roman Catholic priest that had accepted the 'kind' request of help from the headmaster to fill up the role of teaching Religion in class.

"And that is why Mr. Pucci shall replace Mr. Silk for the rest of the year, please be respectful of him as he has yet to learn much of the customs in here and-"

His eyes were…

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Terrifying!

It didn't help that for some reason he was looking right at him! Why would he-

"Now that I've finished introducing you, Mr. Pucci, I hope you will commence your first lesson as smoothly as possible."

"I will, headmaster." The tanned teacher replied with some accent. It wasn't thick nor horrifying to the ear for Jon to actually make out some possible ideas about the man's home country, but it was easy to say that he came from a nation in Europe.

The door closed and the entire class room kept quiet as the new teacher scanned around the rest of the students, a minimal task that ended with Jon. A single blink ceased the silence as the priest took a glance at the list with the names of the teens in the classroom.

His mouth opened and he pronounced a name.

"Fiddle, Abigail."

"Here." A pretty girl with gold, twin-tailed hair replied meekly. She was trying to smile but her mouth was twisted in an uneasy line. The man was scary and this very thought was shared by the entire class.

He continued to roll call, pausing short enough for people to quickly reply to his words. Soon it was Jon's turn and something strange happened.

"Joy, Jonathon." It was a minimal change, his eyes widening just a minuscule fraction as his sight darted to the youth. Jon felt paler than before.

"Here." He gulped down nervously as the stare intensified, as if he was trying to steal his soul.

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Mr. Pucci paused longer on him than the others, but then he resumed with the rest of the list. Stealing some glances on his direction, something felt weird about this substitute teacher and… it was scaring him to the bone.

Something chilling, something he wasn't truly responsible of he reckoned as he had never seen this man before in his entire life. Maybe he recognized him by his father? Mother had told him that his estranged dad was hardly someone to approach, way too dangerous and insane to even consider to redeem.

But his father had never gone out of England, being hauled in some Mental Institute after trying to murder some colleagues back at his desk-job. His sudden bout of insanity was never explained, the doctor surprised at the sudden mind-break the man had experienced and-

"Mr. Joy." His eyes returned to focus on the teacher as the stern tone brought him back from his little musing over his missing father. "I assume you are thinking of something more… 'endearing' compared to the further introduction to the subject I was just addressing."

Jon panicked a little. He had been distracted and... he got caught.

The entire room was silent, no one was reacting to the scene beyond some sympathetic looks, and the teen had expected to be brought out of the classroom or be forced to write something in the black-board to punish the interruption he was prolonging.

But Pucci had other plans. "Please take your chair and take a seat near me."

The demand was surprising, never it had happened that a teacher would try anything like this- They were in high school, why would he need to use this kindergarten's punishment?!

But there was no room for protest – or better – Jon knew that escalating this situation even more would guarantee a far worse aftermath. So he picked his chair and moved through the lines of the smaller desk, settling right by the side of the teacher's desk.

The tanned priest blinked at him, staring at him for a good while and then… he returned to the lesson, as if nothing had happened and leaving the classroom awed and shocked at his strange behavior.

Evening came quickly as the rest of the day at his cover job passed uneventful. Still Pucci was unsure of truly considering this an acceptable role, finding the experience of dealing with so many sinful beings to be quite irking as much as dulling.

After having settled his temporary hideout in an unused cottage just outside the English capital, the priest decided it was time to prepare the place where the ritual was supposed to happen. DIO had been quite descriptive of the long-destroyed Joestar Manor, once the home of the noble family that had been destroyed by the fire his [Friend] had started.

Gone was the entire second floor, only pieces of the ceiling of the first roof kept the barely-lit sun to access at the ruins. The priest had also been quite attentive to see if there could have been anyone that could have disrupted the event in any possible way.

The results of his research let him have some curious background of this broken building after DIO's transformation to become a Vampire. Several established members of the local government had tried to have it seized or confiscated to the family, but George Joestar had been careful in storing the proper documents that rendered useless any attempt of external figures of obtaining the lands and the building itself.

A request to have the building restored was forwarded to the great-grandson, Joseph, but the young man in 1940 stated that he was 'too busy building his own house to truly mind over the old residence of his ancestors'. A blessing in the form of blatant laziness, one that allowed Pucci to bring a nostalgic element for HIS resurrection.

The large open space that once was the impressive entrance room of the aristocratic family was to be used as the place where HE will be born once more. The priest paused a moment as he crouched on the ground near the central spot of the room, bringing out from his bag the elements that would be required for the ritual: The bottle containing the liquified arm bone of Dario Brando, the cloth that allowed him to handle the Arrow DIO had given to him before departing for Cairo and… the disk.

It had been a very curious idea, one that had been possible only thanks to Jotaro Kujo's inexperienced capacity to fully destroy the remains of a vampire like DIO. Some bits of his [Friend]'s shoulder had been properly sent to Italy after a greedy member of the Speedwagon Foundation had decided to keep part of the deceased body to be sold to any of HIS followers.

｢White Snake｣'s ability had then produced a Disk out of the partial limb, confirming his theory that Stands survived beyond their users' lifespan. ｢The World｣ had survived through the last moments of DIO, persisting within his remains as he was being recovered.

Now it was time to restore HIM as it was properly demanded by the Heavens!

Pucci opened the bottle and let the slimy, white liquid fall onto the disk of HIS Stand and, after the object had fully absorbed the DNA, he proceeded to stab it with the Arrow. A holy light erupted from the Disk, lifting the soul of Enrico Pucci to the highest dimension possible-

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The tanned priest turned to look behind, his ears perceiving an unexpected sound. The figure was bent, his hands massaging the hurt leg and soon he looked up. The man felt his whole being boiling in anger, his attention completely drawn to the stupid boy he had felt wrong about.

The name, the appearance and… the strange dreadful sensation he was bringing to him. So many coincidences- TOO MANY OF THEM!

He was shaking in fury, such an annoying pest had to come and mess with the glorious resurrection of DIO?!

"｢White Snake｣!" The strong Stand launched in a quick burst of power, its arms stretching ready to show the true meaning of pain to the tainting being and start the new reign of the Heavens with the death of someone this much despicable-looking!

The boy's jaws dropped in fear- a possible Stand User?! - but it was now too late for him to dodge the rightful judgment. His fate was sealed in the name of God-!

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A golden blur, faster than his Stand, beat him to the boy, fiercely stabbing him on his neck. A cold sweat rolled off the priest neck, realizing that the object was the Arrow. The light had ended and as he glanced back to fully accept this development, he noticed that the disk with the ｢The World｣ was missing too!

It was when his Stand pierced through the renewed light sparking out from the youth's body that he finally perceived it. Fate was cruel, fate didn't accept DIO's truest claim and… fate had decided to produce a new enemy for his crusade. Not a Joestar, but someone that painfully resembled one in appearance.

And the cruel irony of it all?

"MUDA!"

White Snake was propelled away by a powerful punch, the origin of such unexpected attack was evident the moment Pucci recoiled from the sudden attack, his eyes widened in pure shock at what he was staring at.

It was not a new Stand, nor something weaker than it- No, it was- ｢The World｣!

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The bulky Stand stared at him with cold determination, his new user wobbling as he tried to balance his body after the Arrow's decision. In his hands blood and the instrument he needed for-

"RETURN IT BACK, YOU BRAT!"｢White Snake｣ tried to return to the assault, but its opponent had other plans. Rushing to the side of the boy, the former Stand of DIO picked the weakened teen and rushed away from the ruins of the manor. Pucci stared in fury as the two retreated, his plan backfiring and further worsening his ambition.

Jonathon Joy must die for DIO to return! Jonathon Joy shall be butchered for tainting DIO's very Stand!

AN

I admit I am leaving lots of questions with this chapter but… this is the prologue? Also yes, English in not my main language and I might have left some mistakes here and there but… I don't think it's that bad.

This is my first attempt to JJBA fanfiction and I will be honest regarding some of my decisions early on. The reason why The World is the MC's Stand is because I don't feel much about creating a new Stand without Overpowering it to insane levels.

Sure, The World is OP… because DIO is its user, but with a young human as its new user its ability is strongly reduced. I would say that our new JoJo is slightly weaker than EarlyPart3!Jotaro as he is physically incapable of keeping up with someone like Jotaro or DIO.

Why 2007? Dio Brando was born in 1867-1868, thus it would have been the 140th birthday of the charismatic vampire.

Lastly, while I would love to continue this I find myself buried by… everything. I will decide if this continues only by the response it gets. So… give me some feedback, will you?! JK, be awesome, you biutiful bistards!