A/N: So I just started watching Jojo's Bizzare Adventure today for the first time š. Don't flame me, I just wasn't interested in it before.
Ive still only watched one episode. Tell me why this guy Dio is hating on Jojo for absolutely no reason. Jojo did nothing to this guy, but he is dead set on making Jojo's life a living hell šš„. Like why!??????
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Deep within the space between worlds.
A crack of white light spread across the darkness.
Then widened.
Then broke completely.
A woman stepped through.
Long white hair.
A smile so beautiful it would have looked gentleā
If not for the madness simmering just beneath it.
Blanc.
The White Primordial had finally reached the Cardinal World.
Her heels touched solid ground.
And for one brief moment, she simply stood there.
Still.
Silent.
Feeling it.
The air.
The density of magicules.
The shape of the world.
The weight of reality pressing around a manifested body that had not existed here a moment before.
Then her smile widened.
"So this is it."
Her voice was soft.
Almost trembling.
"Cardinal Worldā¦"
She lifted one hand and looked at it.
Flexed her fingers.
A flush of excitement touched her cheeks.
"My little brotherā¦"
The words came out almost like a sigh.
Then she laughed.
A light, delighted laugh that echoed far too sweetly for the emotion behind it.
"I'm here."
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she focused her senses outward.
There were too many presences.
But among themā
One stood apart.
A familiar one.
One she had felt from the Underworld.
One that had grown monstrously strong in a very short time.
Her smile sharpened.
"There you are."
And without another word, Blanc vanished.
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Back at the Goblin Village, things had becomeā¦ strange.
Because inside one of the larger huts, a crowd had formed.
Hobgoblins lined the walls, standing stiffly, backs straight, eyes fixed ahead with the kind of terrified discipline usually only seen when a very powerful person was in a very bad mood.
And at the front of the roomā
Seated casually on a wooden chair that had somehow become a throne purely because of how he occupied itā
Was Loki.
One leg crossed over the other.
Ragnir resting beside him.
He looked completely at ease.
Which only made everyone else more nervous.
Rigur stood to one side, trying very hard to look composed.
Gobta was sweating.
Rigurd had somehow managed to maintain dignity, though only just.
No one really understood why Loki was there again.
No one wanted to ask.
And thenā
The curtain at the back of the hut shifted.
Everyone turned.
A figure stepped out.
Short blue hair.
A slim body dressed in clothes that still looked slightly new on it, as if they had not yet fully become natural.
Rimuru smiled awkwardly.
"Soā¦"
He lifted a hand slightly.
"This is how it looks."
Loki looked him over from head to toe.
Then gave a small nod.
"Good."
That was all he said.
Justā
Good.
The Hobgoblins looked at Rimuru.
Then at Loki.
Then back at Rimuru again.
For a second, nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
They clearly wanted to react.
Wanted to say something.
But Loki's mere presence was enough to make every positive thought feel dangerous to express.
Then Gobta broke first.
"R-Rimuru-sama!"
That shattered the hesitation.
"He looks amazing!"
"It suits him!"
"It really does!"
"Rimuru-sama looks incredible!"
One by one, the Hobgoblins found their voices.
The fear didn't disappear.
Not even a little.
But their affection for Rimuru finally overpowered it.
Rimuru blinked.
Then smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Ahahaā¦"
"Thanks."
A faint blush rose to his cheeks.
He still wasn't used to this.
Not the body.
Not the praise.
Not the fact that he was somehow standing in front of his people while a Demon Lord sat nearby like some terrifying fashion critic.
Rimuru glanced toward Loki.
"Butā¦"
He looked down at himself.
"The body kind of looks like a girl."
Loki shrugged.
"Well."
He rested one elbow against the armrest.
"Slimes don't have gender, do they?"
Rimuru paused.
Then nodded.
"ā¦Fair point."
That was difficult to argue with.
The truth was, Loki had modeled the body after Rimuru's original form from the anime.
At least mostly.
He had no intention of saying that aloud, of course.
But as far as he was concerned, changing Rimuru too much would have been weird.
Better to give him something close to what he was supposed to look like anyway.
Rimuru looked down at himself again.
Then up at Loki.
"Stillā¦"
He smiled faintly.
"Thank you."
Loki gave a lazy wave, as if saying obviously.
That only made Rimuru more certain that he had somehow ended up under the protection of the strangest Demon Lord in the world.
Which was both comforting and horrifying.
Mostly horrifying.
The Hobgoblins slowly relaxed now that Rimuru had not, in fact, exploded after using the body.
The atmosphere inside the hut became a little less suffocating.
Rimuru stepped a little closer.
Then asked the question that had been hanging in the back of his mind ever since Loki had forced that "subordinate" arrangement on him.
"Soā¦"
He tried to sound casual.
"What's next for me?"
Loki tilted his head.
Rimuru continued quickly.
"As your subordinate, I mean."
Loki answered without hesitation.
"We're going to go overtake a country."
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Rimuru stared.
The Hobgoblins stared.
Even Gobta had enough sense to stay quiet for that one.
Inside Rimuru's head, however, chaos erupted instantly.
'What?'
'WHAT?'
'That's not a small follow-up task!'
'That's not "go patrol the woods" or "collect resources" or even "go kill some bandits"!'
'That's a whole country!'
His smile twitched.
He tried repeating it, mostly because his brain refused to accept that he had heard it correctly.
"ā¦A country?"
Loki nodded.
"Yes."
Rimuru's internal panic intensified.
'So Demon Lords really do destroy countries for fun.'
'What have I gotten myself into?'
He looked at Loki again.
The horned helmet.
The fur mantle.
The giant hammer.
The throne posture.
'No, actually, in hindsight, the signs were all there.'
Outwardly, he laughed weakly.
"Hahaā¦"
"ā¦You mean that literally?"
Loki opened his mouth to answer.
Then stopped.
His eyes contracted.
The shift was immediate.
So immediate that every Hobgoblin in the room felt it.
The atmosphere changed.
Not because Loki released power.
Because something had entered his awareness that made even him go still.
Slowlyā
Very slowlyā
He turned his head.
Everyone in the hut followed the motion instinctively.
Outside.
Beyond the walls.
A pressure had appeared in the sky over the village.
Cold.
Elegant.
Ancient.
And terribly oppressive.
Above the village, floating calmly in the air as if she had every right to be there, was a woman clothed in white.
Long white hair drifted around her like silk in water.
Eyes shone with delighted intensity.
And the smile on her faceā
That smile was wrong.
Beautiful.
Warm.
Loving, even.
But wrong.
Because it carried the sort of devotion that could become violence without changing expression.
She looked straight at Loki.
And saidā
"Oh, little brother."
Her voice was sweet.
Far too sweet.
"You have some explaining to do."
The words landed like a blade wrapped in velvet.
Loki stared at her.
For one rare momentā
He looked completely stunned.
No grin.
No joke.
No smugness.
Just disbelief.
Then he said, quietly,
"ā¦Sister?"
Rimuru, standing several steps behind him, blinked.
'What?'
He looked from Loki to the woman in the sky and then back again.
'What do you mean sister?'
But Rimuru's confusion barely mattered in that moment.
Because Loki's expression had changed in a way none of them had seen before.
Fear.
Real fear.
Not caution.
Not excitement.
Not the thrill of battle.
Fear.
Disbelief followed it.
Then denial.
As if part of him was still refusing to accept what his eyes were clearly telling him.
Blanc's smile widened.
That only made it worse.
The truth was simple.
Loki feared his elder sister.
Not because she was stronger.
She wasn't.
Especially not now.
After becoming a Demon Lord, after evolving further, after all the impossible things he had becomeā
He was stronger than her.
That didn't matter.
The fear was older than power.
Older than reason.
And very, very real.
In all the worldā
There was probably only one person Loki truly feared.
And she was floating above the Goblin Village, smiling at him like she had finally found a lost treasure.
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