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?