>>56650139“Triumph Requiem?” you ask, the Stand turning its head towards you.
“Ah, the father. Yes?” the Stand says, turning around. “You wish to ask me something?”
“I do. I know what you, or your previous form could do.” you say, looking from the Stand to your daughter and back. “And how you could protect her. But how will you do so now?”
“I... Do not know.” it replies, turning from you to your daughter, the Stand's expression growing rather concerned before turning back. It then looks over you all, gaze settling on King Cold. “You. Try and attack her, so I may activate my powers.”
“What?” you reply, jaw dropping a bit at how little apparent concern the Stand shows for her safety.
“Very well.” King Cold says without hesitation, raising his right hand and pointing a finger at your daughter. Then, before you can intervene, he fires. There is a flash of light, but once it fades, you can see that your daughter is fine. More than fine. “What?”
You see that the golden Stand is now gone, or rather, no longer in its body-like form. Instead, the Stand has joined with your daughter. But instead of turning them both into living flame, Caulifla is now encased in brilliantly shining golden armor. It even has her Stand's wings from her lower back, same as Triumph Requiem as she looks down at herself.
“Woah.” Caulifla says, looking at her gold-covered hands. “How did you...?”
“I was created by your desire for protection.” the Stand answers, its jaws around her head moving while it talks. “I do not yet know what all I can do.”
“Interesting.” King Cold says, looking your daughter and her Stand armor over. “Now, let's see how you can handle this. UNDER PRESSURE!”
His Stand emerges from behind him, slamming its fists together. Immediately the gravity in the room increases hundreds of times, slamming down onto you and nearly knocking you to the ground. But your worry isn't for yourself, but Okira! You see your youngest daughter slammed to the ground, the stone cracking as her head slams down to it. Eyes rolled back up in her head, clearly unconscious. Caulifla turns at the noise, and seeing her sister dropped snarls.
“Help her!” Caulifla calls out, pointing to her sister.
“I cannot.” Triumph Requiem replies, Caulifla turning a furious glare on the emperor's father.
“Hurt him for that.” she says through gritted teeth, her Stand's azure eyes flashing bright blue.
“Understood.” it replies, drawing both wings back and swinging them forward. Unleashing a massive wall of fire directly at King Cold.
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