[One Piece] Dionysus’ third-rate script

The roar of the explosion crushed the eardrums, and the shrill cries impacted the remaining sanity of the people, intertwined into the fugue of Saint Anne in E flat major played by the organ.

Anyone who listens to it will sigh, what a tribute song to hell.

The church that used to baptize countless believers from disasters has now become a wise and protective clay bodhisattva. The solemn church door is locked tightly, as if by doing so, the real purgatory will turn into an illusion.

After a long time, when the whole street, or rather the whole town, fell into silence, the door of the church slowly opened, and someone walked out of the only refuge.

The man in a tuxedo looked at the burned-out streets with an indifferent expression. To him, this was just a break for some air during the concert.

So he turned around and stopped in front of the hall door to report the news to the people inside.

"Ma'am, the cleaning is complete."

There was only a woman in a dark gray suit sitting on the first row of benches next to the altar in the church. After hearing this, she changed her sitting position. Her pure gold heels made crisp sounds on the spotless floor tiles of the church. There was a loud noise, and when exposed to a little sunlight, it shone with the unique cold light of metal.

The wide cross-pattern suit supports her impressive aura, and the soft pure white silk shirt is layered with a high-necked black cashmere sweater. She refuses to give even a little bit of her spring to others.

She looked a little uninterested, raised her right hand to fiddle with her wine-like red hair, and lazily raised her eyes to look at the large stained glass window with the sun on the dome.

Someone was looking at her.

"Fufufufufufu, ordinary mafia can't do this. You really have a lot of secrets."

In such a huge and empty church, any sound would hit the walls and continuously reverberate and amplify. However, the words spoken by this man had no diffusion effect at all, which was so sudden that it was surprising.

"Don't you have too many stories to tell, sir? The elusive gentleman."

A pink feather fell on her red hair. Before she could handle it, the man who easily jumped down from the sky took it away and stuffed it into his pocket naturally.

If you were to guess the season based on your clothes alone, these two people with completely different clothing styles will definitely cause confusion in you. One is as solemn and dignified as an aristocratic audience sitting in an opera house, while the other is as fancy and pretty as a tourist on vacation on a tropical island.

He sat down next to the woman, his feather coat casually pressed under him, and the bench let out an unbearable wail.

"It's not difficult to exchange secrets with me. How about we have a glass of wine and talk about it?"

The woman with long burgundy hair pushed his hand away and rejected him with a smile.

"I'm honored, but I'm afraid you don't have much time."

His arrogant smile faltered, and he continued with an unattractive expression.

"You won't be so lucky next time, Ilaria."

"When did I rely on luck to walk in the world? If I say it, it will ruin my reputation."

Her bright and affectionate face, but with a majestic aura, only needed a slight smile to be as dazzling as the sun. The woman smiled and took his hand that was pinching her neck, with an unconcealed teasing tone in her tone. meaning.

"Good night, Mr. Doflamingo."

"You guy"

The unspoken words disappeared together with the man. She leaned back lazily on the back of the chair, resting her chin on one hand and continued to listen to someone playing the organ. With the other hand, she held a pipe that she had taken away from him at some point. Feathers swirl.

For whom does this mass sing? The deep meaning is probably only known to her, who planned this "big purge".

Doflamingo woke up from his dream with a sullen expression.

The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to jump out of the window with his pockets in his hand and the moon in his hand.

The pink feathered coat that was inseparable from him was still left alone on the floor of the palace, lying next to a pile of empty wine bottles. A pendant silver chain leaked out of the coat, which was spread out facing the ceiling, flowing with brilliance in the dimly lit room.

Under the moonlight, the golden short hair still shone as he moved, and the golden belt followed him to a deep forest far away from the palace.

There was a tall, unguarded tower here, its top soaring into the clouds, barely visible from above. The only entrance was reinforced by chains, and it was impossible to untie these fatal troubles and slip in without permission.

Doflamingo has a special skill for entering doors.

He leapt up and jumped up the outer wall without any pause. With the dual blessing of fruit ability and human transcendence technique, climbing this tower that was difficult for others to reach the sky was easy for him.

As usual, you go through the window. Doors are reserved for outsiders who can't come in.

The furnishings in the room at the top of the tower are jaw-droppingly complex. There are a dazzling array of jewels and jade of various colors piled on the ground. They compete to show off their worth if there is any light. If it weren't for the coffin placed in the center of the room, it would make people think that this was a specially built building. The treasure house.

However, after seeing the appearance of the man lying in the crystal coffin, it was not too late to withdraw the idea of ​​"this is not a treasure house".

Surprisingly, there were no valuable burial objects in her coffin, only a few scattered roses.

The extremely high-quality Taif roses are still in full bloom. It can be seen that they are often replaced. The most delicate one is placed next to the ear of the deceased, making her look like she is tired from playing among the flowers. It's as if he just fell asleep.

Doflamingo said nothing after he came in through the window. He looked silently at the coffin surrounded by jewelry with his back to the light. His expression was hidden in the dark night and no one knew it.

What is he waiting for? Waiting for someone to sit up in the coffin and tell him that this was just a long-running joke?

After a while, he shuffled to the coffin and reached out to touch her face.

The cold touch that was different from the living shattered the last bit of his sleepiness. It was as if he had just woken up from a dream, and he actually laughed wildly.

"Furfur-fur-fur."

The laughter squeezed out of his throat was so suppressed that it made people feel sad. He was still laughing indifferently at the coffin, without any thought of disturbing the deceased's rest.

As for why Doflamingo did such a condemned thing, it will be clear if you look at his paranoid attitude towards her who is already a corpse. He didn't know how long it had been since she passed away, and he didn't know what preservation method he had used, but he was able to keep her body intact, with her voice and smile just like she was before she was alive.

It's a bit scary to say "sound", but her appearance is definitely her original appearance, still the same heavenly appearance that made her famous all over the world.

No one in the family dared to mention her. At first, Diamanti and Trebol dared to use their status to persuade Doflamingo that since he was gone, they might as well give her a clean slate.

Later, it got to the point where he would get angry indiscriminately whenever he heard the words "people are dead" or "dead", and no one dared to mention the matter of burying this woman anymore.

Doflamingo was still smiling crazily, his hands covering his sunglasses. He didn't know what he was covering up in the middle of the night.

When he stopped laughing, the room felt suffocatingly deserted.

"I dreamed about you again, which ruined my good mood while sleeping."

He began to laugh at himself.

"Why didn't you say that you are still a religious liar? That's right, after all, you dare to lie to me."

Unable to hide his tiredness, he sat down cross-legged while holding the coffin, put his arms on the edge, and talked to himself into the dark night.

The night was still very long, just like every such lonely and difficult night, those past events appeared in front of him one by one.

"Those two brats ran over there!" A group of men yelled as they shuttled through the alleys. Their eyes were turned blood red by the torches they held, which made them look less like a group of human beings and more like It is a group of hounds that go crazy for their master's orders. After smelling the bloody smell of prey, they chase it excitedly, eager to be the first to get the prey.

"Run quickly, Rosie, don't slow down!"

"But brother, I can't run anymore."

Both prey boys had blond hair, and the moonlight treated everyone equally, but when it shone so prominently on the boys, it was obviously not a good thing. The blond hair that used to symbolize their noble bloodline was a bright target in the dark, not to mention that as they ran, the blond hair showed a flowing luster in the reflection of the moon, looking like a shimmering night pearl. .

The boy who was slightly behind was at a disadvantage in the chase. The lack of physical strength made him feel like his throat was about to cough up blood. He spoke to the boy in front of him at the top of his lungs, his voice trembling and hoarse, as if a piece of wood was about to break. of glass. His legs began to tremble uncontrollably, a mist gradually filled his eyes, and the sound of his heartbeat was like a drum. This made the voices of the men behind him yelling and cursing getting smaller and smaller in his ears. It was obvious that he had arrived. It's the limit.

The boy in front turned around in a hurry after hearing this, and grabbed his brother's left sleeve randomly in the dark. The process only slowed down slightly, but this short gap was enough for the strong men to catch up. The boy in front was still wearing a pair of sunglasses in the dark, which probably didn't affect his running, because after a brief pause, he dragged his brother and gradually distanced himself from the hunting dogs and men behind him.

This is just a fluke, the boy wearing sunglasses thought, this alley leads in all directions, and the pursuers are likely to appear at the next intersection. But he felt that the arm he was holding was getting heavier and heavier. Not only that, his legs also began to tremble unconsciously, and he almost tripped several times.

This group of untouchables, this group of stupid, ugly low-class people. If it were normal times, he would definitely stand on the street and curse them fiercely. But earlier, this group of people would not even give him a chance to be a slave. But now he couldn't stop. The medicine he and Rosie had finally stolen must be brought to their mother as soon as possible.

It must be said that his premonition was surprisingly accurate, because when he turned at the next intersection, he bumped into someone.

An eight-year-old child's full sprint impact would not knock over an adult, but it would undoubtedly have a huge impact on other humans of the same size. Both he and the other person fell backwards because of the unprepared impact. To make matters worse, he fell backwards and hit another boy who was following him, causing all three of them to sit on the ground for a moment. He was not allowed to see clearly who had knocked him down. The pursuers were already here. He stood up with his backhand on the ground, and hurriedly pulled his brother and ran deeper into the alley.

In his peripheral vision, he vaguely saw the red wine that was still burning like fire in the dark night.

"Where did those two Celestial Dragon brats go?"

"Aren't you the one leading the way? You can't even keep up with a kid, so you ask me?"

"That's really weird. He can run faster than a fucking rabbit."

The men who were lost in the alley glanced at the girl who was knocked down on the ground. She was covering her forehead in a daze and was frozen in place. The two leading men looked at each other and gave up the idea of ​​asking the girl about the whereabouts of the two boys. After a brief discussion, they dispersed into different teams and dispersed, swearing.

The girl rested on the ground for a long time, muttering a few words in a low voice. She could vaguely hear words such as "fate" and "weakness", and left in a somewhat dejected manner in the direction in which the boys had just escaped.

The only light source in this dilapidated seaside hut was a half-burned candle on the table. After the boys made sure that there were no pursuers around, they carefully opened the door and got into the house.

"Mom, Rosie and I got the medicine." The boy with sunglasses untied the medicine tightly tied to his body and put it on the table, while the other boy poured some water from a broken porcelain bowl on the table.

The woman on the bed looked at the two children in such a mess, and took the water from the younger son with trembling hands. She tried to make her voice calmer: "Dover, Rosie, my good children." It was extremely difficult for her to speak, and every word seemed to take all her energy.

"Mom, where is father?" The boy with his hair covering his eyes lay beside the bed and asked his mother, but she just coughed a few times, slowly leaned over and took the two boys into her arms, without answering his question. question.

The boys knew that their father must have gone out to beg for food again. He insisted on his damn character and would never do anything like robbery or theft. He could only occasionally go out in the dark at night to beg for some leftovers from pubs and restaurants that were about to close. Every time You have to endure ridicule and ridicule before you can come back.

The slightly older boy snorted angrily, frowned tightly, and broke away from his mother's arms angrily. Although he broke free, he was actually just squeezing out of his mother's arms. He was afraid that his actions would further aggravate his frail mother's condition.

"Dover, Rosie, you have to understand your father." The woman on the bed smiled, but the candlelight in the room was too dim, and the smile seemed too far-fetched. The boy named "Rosie" snuggled quietly in his mother's arms without saying anything, while the boy wearing sunglasses slowly moved to the corner of the house and lay down on the only carpet in the house. superior.

He slowly closed his eyes, thinking about what happened tonight, because Rosie and he stole medicine from the drug store, but the men on the street chased them, and they treated the two children with such force. , just want to take this opportunity to take revenge on the two of them. The boy's face looked gloomy and terrifying in the darkness, and the room was so quiet that you could hear the sound of his teeth clenching.

These untouchables, one day, one day he, Donquixote Doflamingo, will return all this humiliation to them, he will send everyone to hell. Extreme anger and exhaustion stretched the eight-year-old boy's mind. When his body functions were exhausted due to sleepiness, for some reason, a burgundy color appeared in front of his eyes.

It was like the color of the wine offered by humans when he was still in Mariejoia. This was his last thought before falling asleep.

The child named Rosie also silently left his mother's arms and dragged his body to nestle next to his brother. The sleeping faces of the two children were peaceful and comfortable under the moonlight, and their childish faces finally gave others the sense that they were indeed just children.

Of course, if you tell Doflamingo this sentence, he will definitely curse in anger. This young man who believes in his noble birth forced himself to leave the hut before dawn. Rossi was exhausted from running away last night. Seeing him still holding on to the corners of his clothes tightly in his sleep, Doflamingo couldn't bring himself to wake him up. In the end, he could only put on his clothes and loosen them. He slowly took it out of his brother's hand and embarked on the road to find food alone.

The dew condensing in the air made his clothes damp, and soon it got on his body. The wind before sunrise was always cold and cold. Doflamingo, who had slept on the floor all night, could not help but tremble. sneeze.

"Ah."

Before he could rub his nose to calm down, a chuckle made his hands stop, and then an unspeakable irritation made his face turn red for a moment, and he glared viciously in the direction of the sound. past.

He saw a girl standing not far away looking at him, with an inexplicable smile on her face. This made the anger he had accumulated stagnant. Since leaving Marigio, he had not seen anyone except his family for a long time. I've never seen such a non-malicious expression.

It's just a human being, there's no need to care. Unexpectedly, he didn't immediately step forward to grab the other person's collar and shout a provocation. Instead, he glared at the red-haired girl and turned around to continue on his way.

Wait, redhead?

Doflamingo's outstretched leg suddenly turned in a circle. The color of the girl's hair is like old wine, even better than the rising sun. The arrogant sun can only be reduced to her foil, coating her with a layer of dazzling golden light. That kind of light even made his eyes slightly sour under his sunglasses. Doflamingo blinked hard a few times and suddenly walked forward quickly.

The girl opposite had no intention of leaving. She watched the blond boy gradually approach, and the smile on her face became brighter and brighter. It was almost a laughing expression. To be honest, most people can't bear to do anything to such a smiling face.

But Donquixote Doflamingo is no ordinary man.

The first thing he did when he stepped forward was to grab the girl's collar and ask her through gritted teeth: "You were the one who knocked me down in the alley yesterday, right?"

The girl obviously hasn't recovered from what happened to her. After all, in her previous life, this smile was always unfavorable. No one has ever shown such a flattering expression and still pulled her collar with a gloomy face. Question her loudly.

The boy didn't pay attention to her stunned look. In his opinion, it was tantamount to a guilty conscience. He became even more angry and said: "Thanks to you, I almost got caught."

The girl then realized that she seemed to have gotten into trouble yesterday, but her smile obviously didn't work on the rude guy who was pulling her collar. She was a little distressed and wanted to answer him. It was clearly you who hit me yesterday, but she looked at him Like a flamingo whose eggs were smashed, she swallowed the answer.

After weighing it, she suddenly remembered the real purpose of her trip, so she said: "Don't be so angry, I can compensate you with a gift."

"You dare to give me alms, human?" The boy seemed to have heard some vulgar joke and pulled the girl's collar harder.

This was the first time she met a human being whose every move made him angrier, but she still couldn't bear to do anything to the "him" she carefully selected, and she didn't want to correct him when he said she was a "human" .

The girl good-naturedly put her hand on his hand that was holding her collar. Her eyes followed the scarred hands upward until she saw his slightly startled expression, but she couldn't see his eyes. This is not conducive to the communication between our two souls. The girl complained while speaking:

"I can give you what you want."

"Hey, it's a waste of time for me to talk to you." After the boy heard my words, he suddenly felt that he was being played by the other party. Seeing the dim light of the sky, he felt that friendly humans deserved to die, they would only waste time. His time. So he let go of the other party's collar, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and turned around to leave.

This time it was the girl's turn to panic. Once again, she didn't expect him to react like this, but seeing that he really seemed to be leaving, she had to hurriedly grab his hand and confess: "Power, I can give you Your mighty power!"

The word "power" was still attractive enough to Doflamingo, which made him plan to spend a little more time to listen to what this human girl was going to say.

Seeing him turn around, the girl felt a little proud. She knew that it was impossible for humans to refuse the possibility of becoming stronger. She leaned forward slightly on tiptoes, raised her right hand and touched the boy's eyebrows.

Seeing that she was about to touch him, Doflamingo almost instinctively wanted to raise his left hand to knock her hand away. He is just a pariah, how dare he touch someone with sacred blood. But looking at the red hair that slowly slid down as the other person raised his arm, the boy suddenly froze on the spot. He thought of Marie Joa's wine and the golden-red halo under the sun just now.

At this moment, her index finger successfully touched the boy's eyebrow. Her fingers were unusually cold, which made Doflamingo frown involuntarily.

"Okay, I've given you a gift. Of course it's just a small piece. Are you leaving already?"

Spending time waiting for her boring action was definitely one of the stupidest things I've ever done in my life, why should I believe a human girl's nonsense. Doflamingo turned around and walked away quickly. What kind of power or gift? He wanted to fool me with just one light movement?

If it were normal times, he would definitely fight to the death with this guy who fooled him, but today he was in a hurry, so this human being was lucky.

He heard the girl yelling relentlessly from behind: "I respect your wishes very much. If you are willing to accept all my authority, you can come to me again!"

Stop talking idiot, if I don't beat you today I'm really just letting you go.

He walked farther and farther along the coastline, and the girl's voice was gradually drowned by the tide. He could only vaguely hear her saying that she would wait for him here at night.

Doflamingo had no intention of looking back, but he turned his head to the right and glanced at the rising sun. The golden-red light also hit his face, giving him a warm feeling that even warmed his soul.

It must have been just her good fortune to let her go, he thought.