Dio lounged on her throne with one leg draped over the armrest, claws tapping the gold trim. “Oh, so she gets praised for lifting a truck with her own Stand,” she hissed, eyes flicking to the side, glowing with fury. "Cute. I tore a man’s spine out and got called ‘dramatic.’"Her smirk twisted. “They cheer for weak little heroes while I reshape the world in my image. Hypocrisy looks ugly on them.” She stood, cape whipping. “Fine. I’ll show them divine doesn’t need approval."
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