Hearne awoke in a dimly lit room, the absence of company palpable in the stagnant air. His gaze soon fell upon an object before him: a lamp, whose design eerily resembled a fiery eye. For some inexplicable reason, he felt a pull toward the curious object, coaxing him to reach out to it, covet it, and claim it as his. However, when he extended his hand to claim this peculiar treasure, he immediately felt an icy chill on his wrists before unseen forces abruptly restrained him, his wrists bound to the wall by invisible chains, thwarting his attempt to approach the enigmatic lamp. After a while, a figure burst out of the lamp that stood in front of the chained god in a pillar of fire that illuminated the dark room, revealing itself to be a grand and spectacular throne room that seemed to exist only in a dream.

As they strode with unwavering confidence, the figure made their way to the imposing raised platform and ceremoniously took their seat upon the ornate, majestic throne. From this elevated vantage point, they looked down upon the deity, who was firmly restrained by invisible chains discernible only to the sovereign.

The king stood boldly in front of a fabricated sun, its golden glow casting an ethereal light that masked his features. Despite his obscured visage, his commanding voice reverberated with a horrific combination of Jonathan's voice and that of an otherworldly creature impersonating a human. Still, it resonated with an unmistakable tone of contempt as he addressed the captive deity. "I have restored your ability to speak, Hearne, son of Setanta. Use it for what it was made to do and speak," the king demanded.

"Who are you? And what have you done to Jonathan Joestar?" Hearne bellowed with a booming voice, which was further enhanced by his divine power, attempting to assert his authority as a god, but the king remained unfazed by the petty attempt.

"I am Balor of the Evil Eye." The King said as he dispelled the fabricated sun, revealing his features. He bore a striking resemblance to a younger, slimmer version of Jonathan, with chiseled features and a commanding presence. However, his decidedly inhuman appearance set him apart. His pallid, almost lifeless, grey skin seemed to reflect distant sorrow. His hair, a radiant white, glowed like freshly fallen snow. What was most striking were his three eyes—the first two a deep, piercing blue, while the third remained closed on his forehead. Even in its dormant state, an unspoken malevolence emanated from within, casting an unsettling aura around him."And the body of Jonathan Joestar shall soon become my new host, through which I will rule the world."

"So I shall wake you from this dream because you shall be my messenger, Hearne," Balor said solemnly as he rose from his imposing throne. In a swift and eerie transition, he materialized in front of Hearne's face, causing the chained deity to startle. Despite the suddenness of Balor's appearance, Hearne managed to conceal any sign of surprise or fear.

His voice echoed with seething fury, each word like a dagger cutting through the air. "Ensure that this message transcends every boundary of this accursed world. Let all bear witness to the imminent arrival of their new sovereign, and let them tremble at the mere mention of his name, Balor the Fomorian." He then opened his evil eye and Hearne woke up to Erina's face in a tent far away from the town that the two godbound had fought in.

"You were asleep for quite a while, but worry not; we are far away from the town, and we have done our best to care for Ahearn." Erina said while tending to him, not realizing Balor's sinister plan for her husband's body. Meanwhile, Hearne was hesitant to inform her about the plan, unsure if doing so would hasten its execution.

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"I truly hope that Ahearn has not troubled you."

"Oh no, nothing of the sort." Erina said after she finished tending to Hearne, "Although when you were unconscious, he was depressed but recently he has been happier but since you are awake now, he will be the happiest that he has been for days."

"I have been asleep for days?" Hearne questioned, taken aback because, in his dream, time went by much more quickly than two days.

"Yes, you have." Erina was about to say something more when her son started crying. She quickly went to tend to the baby, but Jonathan was already approaching her holding their son, and they bumped into each other, which made the baby cry even louder. Erina simply took a deep breath, picked up the baby from Jonathan's arms, and went out of the tent to nurse her child.

"Hey you, you are finally awake," Jonathan said in a gruff voice than usual to make Hearne laugh, and it seemed to work because Hearne just started laughing uncontrollably Jonathan laughed along, but soon the laughter died down.

"It seems that this is where we part ways, Hearne."

"Yes, it is, but before I go, I would like to give your son a gift."

"Really? I can give it to him for you"

"No, no, I would like to do it myself."

Jonathan led Hearne to where Erina was after they left the tent. Erina put the baby to sleep and then went to bed, wrapping herself in a blanket. Not wanting to disturb the sleeping mother, they had done their best to be as silent as possible. Hearne looked at the child for the first time. The babe had inherited his father's azure hair and though he could not see it, he could guess that the boy inherited his mother's blue eyes.

Hearne paused, thinking of the perfect animals for the young boy. It immediately came into his mind, a cat and a dog that would serve and grow up with him and his family. They would live for as long as any typically fit human would, and when they died, their descendants would take their place and loyally serve the Joestar Line, no matter what the currents of time had in store.

And so, through the use of his divine power, he called out to any puppy and any kitten that was alone or abandoned by their parents and he promised them a home, where they shall want for nothing, that they will be fed and taken care of for the rest of their lives and in exchange all they have to give is a solemn promise that they and their descendants that they shall loyally and faithfully serve the Joestar family lineage in whatever way they can and they shall only be free of this duty when the very last Joestar is dead.

It is quite understandable that the overwhelming majority of forsaken puppies and kittens roaming the forest did not conform to Hearne's desires and instead opted to go their separate ways, driven by their deep-rooted distrust of humans. Nevertheless, in this sea of defiance, two remarkable beings stood out - a puppy with striking black and white markings and a delightful ginger kitten.

"These two are my gifts to your family, Jojo, but one last thing before I continue my journey." Hearne said bringing out a dagger from one of his many sheathes and pricking Jonathan's finger, drawing a single drop of blood which fell on the puppy's forehead, tying the dog's bloodline to the male Joestars and he did the same for Erina although very quietly as to not awaken the sleeping mother, tying the cat's bloodline to the female Joestars.

"Very well Jojo, I am off to the next grand adventure." Hearne said, finding his Stallion Ahearn rather easily as his pitch black color stood out in the day, and as he got on his saddle, Jonathan called out.

"Please let me return this great favor in whatever way I can, Hearne."

"The one thing that I ask from you, Jojo, is that you and your family never forget me, and if your child wishes to worship me, please encourage it and build a small temple in my honor if that is within your means and never forget should you or family need my help, I am always one prayer away," Hearne rode off into the distance to find a way to rid Jonathan of Balor's influence.