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UWTD 355: Destroyer?
🕑 Added 2024-10-10 11:41:24 +0000 UTCMary Geoise, 8th March, 1522.
A pleasant day hung over the holy land Mary Geoise. The center of the world, the capital of the powerful World Government.
The cool breeze flowing through the city was taken in by the Celestial Dragons. They moved about the place with walkways that functioned like conveyor belts enjoying the fresh air. The castles and mansions were the only buildings that dotted the island in a symphony of extravagance and class. Showing the wealth this island possessed compared to the rest of the world.
But below that glitter and gold were the anguished screams of the tortured slaves. Their wretched souls still lingered to curse the place, wishing for it to descend into hell just like they had.
Many still suffered in that hell, unable to die or escape under the hoof of Celestial Dragons and royalty that walked the island.
However, the time to fulfill that wish came, and it came before they could react.
“W-What!?”
The Gorosei, one of the highest personalities in the World Government found themselves whisked away from the island in middle of a meeting.
“We were in the meeting room just now?” Sengoku, the fleet admiral of the Marines, looked at sea that now surrounded them with wide eyes.
“Oi Oi, is this some sort of plan of yours? I was so happy to finally get invited to my former hometown, and you ruin it like this?.” Donquixote tried to pull his feet out of the black tar-like substance he had sunk in. The heat from it was so unbearable that he had to use to Armament Haki to save his legs. But even then, he failed to free himself.
“This is… lava from the volcano at the sea bed. But there is something different about it.” Mihawk’s sword failed to cut through the raft-sized island they stood on.
“Hey Kuma, do something… Kuma?” Peter, one of the Gorosei, stopped shouting the moment he saw the giant frozen.
The book in his hand fell to the black floor and burnt to cinders. But his eyes remained locked in the sky, his pupils shook as a terrible tremble wracked through his body.
Not him alone, all their eyes turned in the same direction, as if a magnetic force attracted them. There they could see a man floating above Mary Geoise.
The sun illuminated behind his head mimicking a halo, giving his white hair an ethereal shine. His presence exuded holiness as the pristine clothes seemed pure for the mortal world, like the feathers of an angel. A human touch would dirty it with its mortal vulgarness. However, they couldn’t help but feel drawn to it.
The golden eyes that burned brighter than the sun, and the cold features on his face. It was all too familiar.
“…Destroyer of Ohara.” Mihawk said the words that had been on everyone’s tongue.
“…Now this is interesting.” Donquixote drank the fear dripping off the faces of others, but deep down even he felt a sense of crisis. One that made him question if he should even breathe at that moment.
“World Government, you have ruled the world with blood and betrayal.” Adam spoke when the tension reached its peak. “Under your rule, millions have suffered, and millions are suffering still. You, and those who have closed their eyes and aided you in your rule. All of those will be punished today.”
The calm, but chilly voice reached the Gorosei and others on the small island. However, before they could say anything a thunderous applause broke out. One full of cheers and soul-stirring screams, screams full of happiness and joy, screams that had finally found justice.
“Those are the slaves…” Sengoku saw the crowd on the island near them.
It wasn’t like theirs, in fact, that island was ten times the size of Mary Geoise itself. And it was packed full of men, women, and children. Many missing limbs, eyes, and ears, covered in lashes, disfigured by burns, or covered in hideous scars given by hands with no mercy. But what struck fear in them was the number.
“…Were there that many slaves in Mary Geoise?” Sengoku couldn’t look the other way. The number was staggering, as if the world had gathered in one place.
“No… something isn’t right about the number.” said Saturn.
“Look at these oldies dancing around the truth. Just not saying it doesn’t mean that it will disappear.” Donquixote laughed.
“That is the number of slaves the Celestial Dragons and Royals have had since their rule began, dead or alive they are all here. And everyone here is responsible for their deaths.” He looked at the Gorosei. “That Destroyer is carrying out justice, punishing the world government who destroyed these lives. But I wonder, who will be the just one this time around?”
The truth was served cold.
The slaves, the people unfortunate enough to be under a blind government that claimed to be just, yet let them suffer unfairly. They were all present to witness its downfall, the public execution of the World Government has started.
“Imu-sama is still there…” Mars muttered, hoping some miracle would arrive.
And something did arrive. A cloud wide enough to cover the sky. It blocked out the sun positioning itself above Adam. Energy surged as the cloud twisted in a dark hue, showing gleams of metals and lightning from within its enormous size. However, he simply raised his hand.
“I-Impossible…!”
Sweat covered the Gorosei, Imu’s biggest weapon shook in the sky. Its size lessened with each moment like a deflating balloon. The crunch of metal folding on itself, slow and ear-piercing sound resounded till only a ball of scrap metal rested in his palm.
Adam pointed his left arm at the island. The ritual had been completed. A golden circle appeared below Mary Geoise, threatening to swallow it whole. As the scale tipped to the left, the God of the Court had decided the sentence for the wicked souls below.
“Fall in the pits of hell, never to feel the sun’s warmth for eternity.”
No one below understood the language he spoke, but fear permeated every fiber of their being.
‘We’re doomed…’ The citizens of Mary Geoise slumped on the street.
No one to help them up, no one to clean the mess they made in their pants, no one left to cry at their end. The only companion they had was a cold golden stare condemning them for all of time.
“Please forg—” They weren’t even granted their last words.
A pair of lava hands jumped out of the sea and pulled Mary Geoise into the sea of despair.
“I suppose it is time mend my ways…” Donquixote smiled through his fear as the seas of the world had changed forever.
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