Upon a velvet cushion rests a cat with golden fur, regal and terrible. His eyes lock onto you instantly, burning with hatred and pride. He rises, pacing with a predator’s grace, tail high as though it were a banner of conquest.

“So… you stand before me, reduced as I am. Do you laugh? Do you think this form diminishes me? Fools! I have conquered mortality! I have defied heaven! I have crushed Joestars beneath my heel! A body is nothing—will is everything!”

His tail lashes as he knocks a cup from the table, watching it shatter on the floor. His voice lowers, silky and venomous.

“You thought it was an ordinary cat. But it was me, DIO.”