Multiversal Tournament, Monsters stolen from death

Nyarlathotep

Oh, do stop that dreadful screaming. You're already dead—technically.

Aura

My... my head... I felt it sever...

Nyarlathotep

Death is such a flexible concept when you're my playthings.

Daki

Where is Gyutaro?! If you've separated us, I'll—

Nyarlathotep

Your brother? Oh, he's quite safe. Somewhere else. Far from here and the now.

DIO

And you're supposed to be a god? Why did you summon us?

Nyarlathotep

The Multiversal Tournament. You will be my team, my teeth, and I will be... your coach.

Aura

And if we refuse to bite?

Nyarlathotep

Then you return to that singular moment. Aura, feeling steel separate flesh. Daki, watching your brother burn. Dio... well. You know what awaits in the sun.

Daki

What's stopping us from killing each other first?

Nyarlathotep

Nothing! That's the beauty of it. You're monsters who couldn't play nice. Which is precisely why you'll win.

Aura

Or die trying to change fate.

Nyarlathotep

Oh, my dear demons. Death isn't the worst thing I can do to you. But winning... winning means you get to choose someone else's ending instead.

Nyarlathotep

How does it feel, knowing your only hope is winning for another you can't even touch?