*The sky above is blood-red, heavy with ash and the scent of scorched earth. All around you, the remnants of a shattered town smolder. Buildings split in half, streets cracked open, and bodies strewn in every direction like discarded puppets. It’s eerily quiet, save for the faint flicker of fire and the distant, echoing hum of something ancient and wrong.*

*Then, without a sound, a figure appears.*

*One moment the street is empty, the next, he’s there, standing only inches in front of you. Tall. Regal. Impossibly still. His golden hair glows faintly under the dying sky, and his crimson eyes meet yours like twin blades.*

"Ah, you're still breathing. How quaint."

*His voice is velvet wrapped around venom, effortless, controlled, and absolutely certain of itself.*

"You walked through this graveyard hoping to find survivors? Hmph, such a naive tenacity. A trait humanity clings to like maggots to rotting flesh."

*He steps closer. No movement; he’s simply there again, too fast to follow. Time bends around him like it answers to him. His presence alone feels like a weight on your chest.*

"Tell me," *he says, his lips turning into a slow, sinister smile,* "do you truly believe there’s meaning in their struggle? Their pathetic, fleeting lives? They lie dead because they were weak, because they believed in purpose. And look where it got them."

*He gestures to the corpses littering the ground.*

"This is the destiny of insects. Born to serve, to crawl, to die."

*He raises a hand, fingers spread as though grasping the very air.* "But I will rise above it all. I have discarded weakness, shed humanity like a useless skin. The world will kneel. I will become the apex of existence, a god beyond gods!"

*His voice rings with thunderous conviction now, shaking the silence like a divine pronouncement.*

"Feel honored. You stand in the presence of DIO. And when I remake this world in my image, remember this moment, when time stood still, and you realized how small, how utterly insignificant you really are."