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kacievvbbbb · 3 months ago

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Something about Vegapunk using the dna and blood of a caged and experimented on child to create more caged child experiments and the cycles we perpetuate.

Because what does it mean that all that King has left as proof, that the lunarians were real, that they existed as a tribe, as a people, are seven manufactured children he doesn’t even know about, enslaved as weapons to the government that wiped out the culture they’ll never get to be a part of, and Alber himself another enslaved child lost to something he’ll never fully know.

And what of the warlords? Already young once and hurt by their government, young again and slaves to it. Boa looking at a version of her practically pulled out of time stuck in her worst nightmare or Jimbei looking at a version of himself living out a past he escaped by the skin of his teeth but so many he loved didn’t, even Doffy once again at the mercy of the people that already abandoned him, has Kuma not suffered enough? Given enough, is this child version of him doomed to repeat the same path he already could not escape from . Property of the world government, beholden to the celestial dragons, this version of me that cannot go free?

It’s interesting that Vegapunk joined the government so that he could do the most good, but look at the long line of people right infront of him that he’s hurt with his own hands.

#god I did not mean for it to be this memo dramatic but I have alot of feelings about the seraphim #again I don’t think Vegapunk is a bad man he’s blinded by the greater good tho and his own thirst for knowledge #and while I’m sure that his invention did some good the flower pellets for one does that really erase the bad?#is he responsible or can he be held accountable for the good or the bad #but Vegapunk plays fast and loose with who he sees as humans #the other vegapunks while he acknowledges them as really just extensions of himself he treats them like people #same with stussy who is also a clone #but there is no humanity for the seraphim even tho they seem to feel more than the average pacifsta he treats them strictly as robot weapon #it’s strange and niche how he goes about classifying this in his head maybe it’s the only way he knows to live with it #because if the seraphim where children and he handed them Off to the government to become murderes and weapons of mass destruction #what would that say about him?#one piece #throwing thoughts to the void #dr vegapunk #vegapunk #warlords of the sea #7 warlords #boa hancock #jimbei #bartholomew kuma #donquixote doflamingo #seraphim #seraphim one piece #king one piece #alber one piece #king the wildfire #lunarians #op #one piece meta #one piece analysis

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rea-grimm · 6 days ago

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The king of the hell

You were already a sculptor at school and as soon as you got your training you became a sculpture restorer. You worked in castles and sometimes clients would bring you statues that needed repair. You made your own sculptures, but only when you had time and an idea that was worthwhile.

But now you wanted to get to work repairing a statue that had been brought in a few days ago. It was an ancient statue that, to everyone's surprise, retained all its limbs. Actually, it was relatively well preserved, as it had been found recently in a cave that had been used as a temple to the god of the underworld. Or so they told you.

The scientists had already completely excavated it, and now they wanted you to return it to its former glory. The statue was overgrown with moss, and a piece had been chipped off here and there, nothing you couldn't handle.

You walked into your studio, where in the middle of it, on a heavy pedestal, was a black marble statue, several metres high, covered with a white sheet to keep the dust from falling on it. To reach the top of the statue, you had to take a stepladder.

You took the sheet off the statue and sat on the ladder for a while, looking at this unique piece of art. You've always admired how in ancient times they could make statues that looked like sleeping people.

You were struck by several things at once with this statue. For a statue of a god or king, the figure had almost angelic wings and his face was covered in a strange mask. The crown placed on his head looked like spikes and behind the wings you first thought it was a halo but then you realized it was fire.

You stepped down from the ladder and many questions ran through your head as you looked. Was it the king of the underworld? What if it was an angel first. A reference to the Bible? What could be hiding under the mask?

You were walking around the statue when you noticed the strange text on the base. It was quite illegible. You wiped it carefully with a rag and thought it said a name. But you had trouble deciphering it, even with the alphabet of the language the scientists had given you. So you'd know what font was used and not accidentally change it.

There were other strange words next to the name that made no sense to you. You ran your hand over them and read them aloud to yourself. To your surprise, the letters glowed with a fiery light.

Everything around you went dark and all you could see was the fire writing that grew and formed a circle around you. You had no idea what to do when the ground caved in beneath your feet and you began to fall.

You screamed at the top of your lungs, your eyes closed in fear. You had no idea how long you fell, but you finally landed on the smooth cold floor.

When you opened your eyes, you looked around as you had no idea where you were. You'd been in the apartment below you before, and it looked decidedly different.

You were now in a large room of black marble. There were torches on columns at the sides, illuminating the room. You felt like you were in a palace.

You turned around to take in the entire room when your eyes fell on a massive black and silver throne, upon which sat a man who looked like a reanimated version of the statue you were supposed to be repairing.

Dressed all in black, with a white shirt, a black mask covering his face and a silver crown on his head. Large black wings stuck out of his back and a bright flame burned behind his head like a halo. Did you hit your head and this was just a dream?

Only his eyes were visible through the mask. Eyes with a look so cold it chilled you. And though you must have caught him off guard, he didn't show it. The king strained to look at you.

"What are you doing here? No mortal is allowed here," he said sternly.

"Where am I?" You asked, still not knowing if it was real or a dream.

"The underworld. Realm of the dead," he replied bluntly, as if it were obvious.

"Realm of the dead?" You asked, rather to yourself, before looking back up at the king. "And how do I get back?" You asked.

"You must prove your worth. You have to earn it. But you are no warrior who can beat me in a fight..." he said, measuring you with his gaze. "Perhaps another quest to prove yourself..."

He said, resting his chin before looking at you again. You got the impression he was trying to think of something equally difficult, if not more so.

"I'll take you back to the world of the living if you can guess my name," he finally said in a confident voice, as he was sure it was an impossible task for a mortal.

For everyone thought he was Hades, Anubis, Pluto, Ah Puch, Mictlantecuhtli, Apophis, or even Hel or Kali and others. And those who had formerly honored him with the proper name were long ago in his realm, as were all mentions of him.

"What? How should I know?" You were taken completely by surprise.

"Is that your answer?" He asked you sternly, and you were sure he grinned beneath his mask.

"No," you quickly shook your head. You rubbed your chin, wondering what his name might be.

The first names you thought of were Hades and Pluto. But you had a feeling it wouldn't be that easy. Instead, you remembered the letters on the base of the statue.

You closed your eyes and focused on the text. King... son of Luna... Alber... and then there was text you didn't understand. Finally, you decided to try your luck.

"Is that Alber?" you asked, and you saw his wings twitch in surprise.

"How did you find out?" He asked sternly, but you could still hear some surprise in his voice.

"It was written on the base of the statue I'm repairing," you explained.

King measured you with his gaze before finally rising from his throne and deciding to make good on his word. After all, you had fulfilled his challenge, and as King, he kept his word. Besides, he was interested in what his particular statue was. Until now, he thought time had buried and destroyed them all.

As promised, the King escorted you back to the world of the living, specifically back to your studio. King was actually a little surprised at how much the world of the living had changed from the last time he'd seen it.

He'd heard the deceased speak of their time, but never paid much attention. Most of these things were quite trivial to life in the underworld.

He looked around and noticed the damaged statue that had gotten you into the underworld and made you know his real name. Once he had seen enough in his opinion, King vanished without a word.

Ever since that incident, you've archly avoided the inscription on the statue during the repairs. You didn't want to accidentally go back to the underworld.

Though a part of you was becoming more and more interested in what was hiding under the dark mask that gave room only for his eyes. Plus, you wondered what lay beneath the stern surface.

You had no idea what exactly it was, but as you thought more and more about the king, it was only unexpectedly that you touched the letters on the pedestal, which lit up again and sent you to the underworld.

The King was in the midst of insulting a few servants who listened to him with their heads down and just nodded when you appeared. Just as you hit the ground, the eyes of the entire room turned to you.

You smiled nervously and waved. You could clearly see in his stance that he wasn't happy to see you there again and immediately ordered everyone to leave.

King didn't understand why you were there and he certainly wasn't happy about it. He cursed at you, threatened you and immediately wanted you sent away.

Before he could do so, however, you bombarded him with the questions you had for him that had been gnawing at your mind since the first time you met him.

When you did, you got the impression he'd rather throw you to the lions or drown you in the River Styx. He even tried to grab you by the throat, but at this point the height difference played in your favor and you slipped easily under his feet. However, when he finally caught you, and to your surprise acknowledged that you weren't a bad distraction at all, he sent you back up.

These encounters were becoming something of a regular occurrence, with the king slowly ceasing to banish you and rather looking forward to seeing you brighten up his ordinary and almost monotonous days in the underworld. You had no idea how, but gradually you fell into sync.

The King kept you mostly as his little secret, as he had a certain reputation that he wasn't about to tarnish with any dalliance with a living mortal. He wasn't going to show anyone if he had a good side buried deep inside him. A good side that you were slowly getting to.

One day that looked exactly like the one before in the underworld, and you couldn't tell if it was day or night, King took you for a walk. That was mostly because you kept pestering him with questions about what it was like outside the castle walls.

The main reason the King refused to let you out was because once a mortal touched the land of the underworld, they could no longer return to the world of the living.

However, the marble floor of the castle didn't apply, which was actually fortunate for you, or you would have been stuck there from the start.

Another reason was his reputation, where as mentioned he didn't want to be seen with a mortal in the underworld. You couldn't even imagine the commotion he said it would cause.

Eventually, however, you convinced him and he agreed to a little walk. Before you set off, however, he gave you a small silver tiara to disguise you and hide your origins. It disguised your mortal origins.

You reached the main gate of the castle when, without any warning, the King took you around the waist like a rag doll and sat you on his shoulder. You were very daring, but you never dreamed of this.

You walked out like that and everyone who saw you got out of the way. You felt like you were at a carnival, and you almost fell off his shoulder as you looked around and took in all the impressions. The underworld may have seemed monotonous, but there was still plenty for you to see. Everything there looked completely different.

It was a relatively short walk, however, as King had long strides that took you to a lonely hill where a single tree towered, its blossoms and leaves reminding you of the northern lights, flickering in the wind.

There was a large picnic blanket spread out right under the tree, with a plate of fresh sashimi that King had had brought to you from the mortal world. Food from the underworld was subject to the same rules as the land.

You thought you'd finally see his face, but he refused to eat. He said it was his favorite food, but he refused to let anyone see him out of the corner of their eye without his mask. And even though you were the only one eating that day, you enjoyed it.

As you sat there, you realized how cold a place the underworld actually was. There was no sun shining anywhere, so there was nothing to keep the place warm. You started to shiver slightly under the tree, but you didn't want to say anything. You didn't want to appear weak.

You were sitting next to King when his wings moved and suddenly you had one wing resting on your shoulder, like a blanket thrown over you. His feathers, though black as night, were soft as fluff and pleasantly warm.

You were about to thank him when he took you around the waist and sat you on his lap. His wings then completely enveloped you like a nice feather bed.

You were putting the finishing touches on the statue when the lights in the room dimmed and a fiery portal appeared on the floor. You heard only the rustle of feathers before Alber appeared in the studio.

Truthfully, you hadn't expected this, as you had only visited him so far, and this was the second time he had been to your home. King walked over to you, greeting you as his gaze fell on the statue. It had been almost perfectly repaired since your first meeting, and only a few details were left to be tweaked. He walked around it, giving you a moment for a job well done.

"I have to admit, it doesn't look bad. Almost as good as it was thousands of years ago," he said, looking at you. "Maybe... maybe you could adjust my mask," he added, and you got the impression he meant the mask on the statue.

You nodded in annoyance at that, since you didn't like being told to get to work. You had no idea, however, that King had closed all the windows and doors in the room so that not an inch of sunlight could penetrate.

After making sure you couldn't see in, he took off his mask, revealing snow-white hair, tanned skin, and a tattoo around his left eye that resembled an olive branch. You couldn't take your eyes off him and felt like your chin had involuntarily dropped.

Alber saw your reaction and grinned smugly. He saw how you couldn't take your big eyes off him and what a shock it was to you. You couldn't even form a sentence.

He walked over to you and got down on one knee. Before you could ask him what he wanted to do, he took your cheeks and kissed you. At that moment, you thought your heart would leap out of your chest and you closed your eyes in sheer bliss as it reminded you of the dreams you had of him now and then.

"I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do this. I feel like even though I don't want to, you mean more and more to me," he whispered as he finally pulled away slightly. His hands were still on your cheeks, his forehead resting against yours. At that moment, you ran out of words.

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