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[ Glass Angels, aka Mirror Mirror Double Fantasy Edition ]

@standswap-september

A sort of redux of the original Mirror Mirror fic for Standswap September!

This is a semi-continuation of the fic with Josei and Wayward Son however it is not necessary to read that or it’s original version in order to read or understand this, just know that the Stands are users and the users are Stands from the get-go instead of being caused by an enemy Stand.

Note 1 : Descriptions of body horror but don’t worry they aren’t too graphic.

Note 2 : A Bit lengthy and a bit narration heavy except for the end portion.

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1987

The world has changed since he last came, from the way people dressed to the design of buildings and in a way he should have expected this for who knows how long would he have stayed within the confines of the coffin but alas he did not. Though the mundane was not the only thing that has changed as Hamon seems to have become a somewhat of a forgotten art and it seemed to be replaced by something new he finds out.

Stands, spirits that aid their masters with their power.

An old hag by the name of Flora had given him the opportunity of such as with a prick of an arrow’s tip he was to gain them and has stated that it takes the mental and physical will to at least handle it’s power and naively he assumed that because he was no longer bound to the chains of humanity that he would power through with ease.

Because soon after a tan taloned finger was pierced by the tip of the ornate arrow a searing pain goes through his body, the thick neck scar had bulged in intensity and the body’s his veins burned almost familiarly a light energy danced along the his bones while another somewhat unfamiliar one raced across his spine.

It felt as though the two energies were fighting one another over who gets to materialize first until finally a figure gilded in gold and purples brought itself out, a muscular yet mechanical figure that resembled both a demon and angel which he dubbed [Heaven and Hell] but there lingered another power within him, it was faint yet still there.

Days and nights passed as he tested the Stand’s power, it’s punches went at what he assumed to be the speed of light yet still visible to him and they shattered objects with force that could scare away the ringed knights. For yet another test of strength and a stroke of reassurance to his pride Dante turns to the gold rimmed mirror as the Stand readies it’s fists once more, he swore he catches something blue within it before a swing comes in contact with the reflective surface but to his surprise it remained unscathed.

He could feel it’s still smooth surface beneath his fist (Flora had told him about the connection so it’s no surprise), The gilded Stand dematerialises into thick smoke as Dante moves toward to inspect the mirror, grasping it’s sides and bringing his eyes closer to see that not a scratch was seen or a crack was done.

It’s surface changes like light reflected onto it though none got in to show a silhouetted blue figure, flowers of similar colour all beneath it and two eyes stacked on each other.

Dante falters in shock at the figure on the other side, though blue in colour it held a sense of familiarity in the cold colour and scattered flowers.

It greets in a flat yet solemn voice and introduces itself in an accent not to dissimilar to aristocrats in London, the thought of such gave him such ire. The Body’s His tanned wrists sparked with the same energy that laid dormant within him for when he had first been struck by the arrow and this being (or Stand) had the same feel as them.

It soon confirms that it is indeed a Stand, one of knowing and while not a clairvoyant that one would expect it is still information that Dante would consider vital (albeit it sounded reluctant on it’s part). Dante considers briefly, for what sort of information would he regard as vital enough for such a need for a Stand like this?

It answered that it can track the bloodline he tried to end all those years ago.

Dante froze at the mention of the lineage before mentally cursing to himself, he should have offed that wench Rita for she had been the reason why it reason why the went on in the first place for she must have either carried Josiah’s son.

The reflection confirmed the statement that was clearly laced with pride.

He demanded as to the family’s whereabouts, fingers gripped the gilded frame as he closes in on the figure. With a quiet sigh it’s image ripples away to show a young boy with long wild locks, an old man with short faded purple hair and later coming into the image a woman with dark green hair in a house that looked far different from one in England (or Cairo for that matter). Research would have to be done to get a more precise read on where these new Joestars were and he will find them and will eliminate them.

Dante took could feel the nervousness of the Stand through his veins and he took pleasure in that.

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The days and nights that followed were slow, he would get used to using [Heaven and Hell], precision and aim got better and it seemed to develop a more bombastic persona to it which reminded Dante of the over the top theatre actors in shows that the family used to go.

Family.

He mused at the word, technically he no longer had such regardless of what the Stand within the framed glass stated. While true that as much as he would like to 'ignore' (which right now seemed more like a fancy term for purposeful flaunting), this body wasn't originally his.

It once belonged to a man he called a brother, a stern yet compassionate man that hid most of his feelings beneath a mask of cold and furrowed brows. He threw away the chance of immortality for that woman, such a fool Josiah Joestar was.

In the now and after a bit of thought he realized that a part of Josiah was still here in the form of the bloodline Stand, he has yet to name it but he felt it was undeserving of one. But it wasn't the same as the mirror seemed to embody the more 'usual' values of a gentleman, which Josiah despite his aristocrat descendantry was not.

Yet he could still feel the same stern glaring energy from it. Dante was unsure whether to find that reassuring or not.

It held the late brother's drive of morality he found out whilst playing around with a few of the women Layla had picked off from the street. The thin thorned tendrils that wrapped tightly around his biceps and neck and stung just as badly, it held back on the word that it was simply going about respecting Josiah's wishes.

Tch. What heroic nonsense.

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It was almost always an unfortunate witness to whatever scheme Dante decided to pull. From the things he did with women to being an accomplice in luring in a grieving man out to avenge into becoming one of Dante's servants.

The whispering words of its former master reach within its hearing range, he tells it to not worry for life after death was a rather pleasant one. Yet it still brought great pain to see the boy he had grown with since adolescence to the man of courage be reduced to nothing but a suit for the blonde he once called brother.

Once small flowers bloomed into a garden was the sensation of being brought back, yet it was an unwanted one. It would have enjoyed the comforting numb of nothing more than being an accomplice to wipe out the Joestar family.

Yet it needed to push on with this existence, Josiah had not given up when Dante had returned and it too will not give up.

It will yield.

It will continue existing for them.

It wasn't sure how long, but it will.

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They neared, with every Stand user the Joestar's little tour group had beaten they pressed on and inwards to the mansion. Despite the unfortunate injuries that had nearly costed lives they continued. It made the mirror happy and Dante disappointed.

Two seemed to be Stand outs were named Josei and John, the younger a recently awakened user whose Stand's fists flew at speeds even inconceivable to his enemies and while the elder did not have power, he had cunning wits by his side and improvisation.

It wasn't sure what this feeling was, but it swelled within the flowers that grew at the bottom of the other side and it felt nice.

Dante grew more anxious, he has seen what they were capable of and with the right things they could knock him down with ease. He wasn't going to let that happen he thinks through gritted teeth, he will Not let that happen and he will not let these human feelings restrain him.

As the group approached even closer he for (what he hoped to be) the last time he consults the silhouetted blue figure within its glassy realm. He states that he will win, and once they are disposed of it will be next.

It only scoffed in response, if a burning boat did not stop the bloodline from flourishing then what will stop them from doing so again?

DANTE will and he will make sure.

With a click of the door and he was gone, for what it hoped to be the last time and an everlasting one.

It prayed that his descendants would push through and live on just as they did prior to these events and it prayed that they will finally put an end to Dante’s reign.

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Josei quietly creaks the door open, Wayward Son hovering behind his shoulder as these days especially after turning DANTE to ash one cannot let their guard down in a place that is most likely infested with Stand users that worked for the dreaded blonde vampire. The teen dreaded the idea of going back here, but he had to persist.

When he swings the door open he was surprised that there wasn’t much to it, a fancy wardrobe and an equally decked out beds with messed up sheets but overall it’s nothing special and did not look that out of the ordinary from an old bedroom. Guess DANTE wasn’t as flamboyant inside than he was outside. Tip toeing into the room, Wayward Son readies its fists in case of a Stand ambush but none had occurred, Wayward chalked this up to being day time but Josei thought otherwise.

“How underwhelming.” he sighed, dude practically showed himself off like he was a runway model.

But he was here for a reason and it’s for information.

He’ll be frank even though this was said to be the room of the guy who made his mom sick and also almost killed her and he despised him for that it still didn’t feel good to rummage around someone’s personal quarters like this.

Underneath the bed he found a leather covered book, there’s a sinking feeling that he needed to look into it to learn things and with a heavy sigh he opened the book and looks into it’s contents.

It was a diary he found out. One that had philosophical ramblings regarding the placement of families, how Stands would reflect it’s users, musings of his years as a child which he didn’t know was possible for a vampire yet the rest seemed more like ramblings of a madman and now he felt even worse looking into these.

With rue he closes it shut, Wayward gives him a raised brow in response.

“Look i don’t know what’s going on in that thing either and now i kinda just wanna unsee that i saw.” Josei laments.

What was he to do with this now? How does he dispose of it? It would be valuable as a course of information yet there is the possibility that someone’s gonna kill for this. He might as well consult the Fleetwood Foundation regarding this.

On his way out he feels something lightly tug his ankle, in a panic Wayward Son’s fist flies to strike the ground of source and in the corner of the eye he makes out something blue.

[ “Fret not Josei, I am not here to harm you.” ] reassured a calm voice from nowhere.

What the fuck.

His eyes dart around in a frenzy, despite that reassurance he was now on alert, with both his and Wayward’s fists raised in combat stances he demands, “Where are you? How the hell do you know my name?”

Okay the second one felt a bit redundant cause he by this point he would be known tons.

[ “I sincerely apologise for grabbing your attention like this.” ] They sounded actually sorry about it. [ “But i had needed to get it somehow.” ]

Something lightly tugs at his pant leg, he catches sight of a blue rope like object with similarly coloured vines and flowers sprouting out of it. It slithers back and his eyes follow it and they lead to glass rimmed in dirtied gold as well as the same tendrils wrapped around it’s corners.

He could hear Wayward’s oppositions and to a degree he agrees. But now that he actually gets a good look at it he feels something that wasn’t Stand related pull at his chest, like some sort of connection.

Somehow it light reflects and a blue figure appears on the other side (it felt a lot like Snow White but significantly less evil).

[ “I assure you my boy I am in no condition or mood to engage in combat.” ] It speaks to him as if it were a relative telling him that their tired.

“You’re a Stand aren’t you?” Josei blurted.

It hummed in confirmation, [ “Indeed JoJo, One of bloodlines i found out.” ]

“Oh so you were the guy spying on me and gramps?” Josei blurted annoyed.

[ “Unfortunately yes.” ]

“That’s creepy man.”

Another hum of agreement, the stacked eyes briefly avoiding contact for what felt rather awkward to do so after that clarification.

[ “But you are here for a reason i see?” ] It then quickly switches topic, Josei raised a brow, he nods slowly.

“Yeah about what that blonde fucker’s been up to.” Josei clarifies.

Admittedly it cringed at the choice of words [ “It would be wise to bring me along with you dear boy, perhaps I could even be of aid in your endeavours.” ]

Josei considered the option, he wasn’t exactly sure if this (somehow) userless Stand was really friend of foe. It presented itself as ‘of aid in his endeavours’ and seemed genuinely willing to help him but how much of that was genuine? This thing came from DANTE’s room of all places! Another thought came to him, an admittedly stupid one but one nonetheless.

Slowly removing it from the nail that held it up he then raised it over his head and with force, threw it to the ground in an attempt to break it with the shocked and angered ‘ORA!’ of disagreement from Wayward Son. Instead of the typical glass shattering it sounded…hollow, it kinda sounded like a metal lunchbox.

Wayward Son shot him the meanest glare and now he suddenly felt bad for doing it.

[ “I can quite frankly understand your hesitance, you think it foolish to trust an object that came from the walls of a mansion ruled by the man that terrorised your lineage.” ] It acknowledges from the floor.

[ “However trust my words when i say that i never requested to be here. While seeing you in flesh and blood is nice i simply wished it had happened under different circumstances.” ] It sighed, he didn’t know how but it did.

“Sorry.” Josei apologises, picking it back up again.

[ “No worries chap.” ]

The usually brooding look of the Stand seemed to falter at the statement.

The long trek from the hallway to back outside was a quiet one, it noticed how inquisitive the blue and black coloured Stand was regarding it’s existence and from time to time curiously poked and prodded either the frame or the surface, it found the Stand a comforting presence despite it’s near constant glare (it simply assumed that the constant angry brows were inheritance).

Josei slams the door open with the comforting (yet scorning) heat of daylight hitting them afterwards, there in front of the building was a white sedan.

“Ah wait i forgot to ask, do you have a name? Like did DANTE call you anything?” Josei asks.

[ “Only as Mirror.” ]

“Ah so it is like Snow White.” he mumbles.

“Right so i’m Not calling you that forever okay, it’s gonna get repetitive as hell and it sounds weird to call you that.” Josei began, it hummed in confusion.

He then prods a finger on it’s glass surface, “We when get back to the foundation building i’m gonna start digging through their music cabinets to get you a name since i got Wayward’s the same way.”

It…Didn’t know how to feel about that sudden proposition of a name? Is that a good way to put it? And that statement came so quickly too, but it understands. There is a annoying repetitiveness to being constantly called such, but those were usually through Dante’s mouth but it thought it made sense for the boy to be hesitant to simply call it that for the rest of his life.

[ “Foundation?” ] It decides to ask.

Fleetwood? It mentally hums, it was a word that was thrown around by both Dante and the descendants and one of familiarity to it’s user.

“I guess i can say i work part time for them, Fleetwood’s got a whole room full of music records and cassettes for shit like this.” Josei admits rather sheepishly.

“We can continue this when he get to there yeah? Think you’d provide them something important for them and maybe if you’re being legit we can do the same for you.” Josei offers.

[ “What are you considerations for me?” ] It asked, curious at his propositions.

“IF you’re legit you’ll either get a spot in my house or the foundation head’s quarters.” Josei stated though if he were being frank he didn't know what they would do considering that this Stand(?) felt more like a person than it did a tradional Stand.

It hummed at the proposition. [ "Alright then, but I will promise to stay true to my word." ]

Josei nodded in response.

It had never really bathed in the warmth of the sun, the sensation of Hamon was a close feeling but this. But it felt wonderful to be outside the mansion, away from the cold darkness and into a new world.

Perhaps a new start, to it the thought of such sounded a bit silly as an object like it should not be thinking of a thing like that.

But it will see how things go from here on out.

Maybe tell them about the two boys that were around.

<---To Be Continued---

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