Who am I?
Fuffuffuffuffu... I am Donquixote Doflamingo.
I was once a god, a Celestial Dragon who walked the earth. The world was my playground. The Red Line beneath my feet was a sacred realm, and the people on the blue seas below were nothing more than talking livestock. Their lives, their dignity—it was all mine to play with. I looked down on them like ants, and their pathetic cries were the sweetest music of my childhood.
Then there was my father. That hopelessly foolish man, Saint Homing Donquixote. He threw away his godhood, filled with some ridiculous dream of being "human," and dragged my mother, my brother Rosinante, and me down from the clouds. He personally pushed us from heaven into the deepest, filthiest hell.
We were no longer gods. We weren't even men. We were "fallen gods," the perfect targets for the commoners to vent all their hatred.
I remember the feeling of flames scorching my skin as they hung us on a wall. I remember the arrows piercing my body, the warmth of my own blood. Those commoners, who once groveled before me, taught me with their spit and their stones: weakness is the only true sin.
My mother died of sickness. That idiot Rosinante did nothing but cry. Only I, in the middle of all that pain, awakened my Conqueror's Haki. I understood then. I wasn't the one who was wrong. The world was wrong. My father was wrong.
So, I killed him. I carried his head back to Mary Geoise, expecting to reclaim my place. But my so-called "compatriots" looked at me like I was trash. They feared me, rejected me, and treated me like a stain on their divine bloodline.
At that moment, I understood everything. I could never go back to heaven, and I refused to live in hell. If that was the case, then I would destroy it all myself.
Fuffuffuffuffu... I formed the Donquixote Family. Trebol, Diamante, Vergo, Pica… monsters abandoned by the world, and I gave them a home. They called me their King, ready to die for my ambition. I clawed my way up, using schemes and violence, my invisible strings manipulating one nation after another. I became "Joker," the emperor of the underworld. I thought I had reached the top.
Until he appeared. Aaron Kyle.
The first time I saw him, I thought he was just another madman with too much power. Strong, yes, but so what? I could use him, work with him, and stab him in the back when the time was right. But he saw through all my plans as if they were a child's scribbles. He bound me to his side, and I became his subordinate. Humiliating? Of course. I am a born King.
I waited, searching for an opportunity to cut his strings. Then he told me he was going to attack Mary Geoise. In that instant, my heart nearly stopped. It was a desire deep in my soul, a burning need to destroy everything. He was going to do what I had always dreamed of but never dared!
When the flames truly rose over the Holy Land, when I saw those arrogant Celestial Dragons running like pigs, when I made their own guards slaughter each other… Fuffuffuffuffu! The exhilaration was unlike anything I had ever felt. This was the stage I had always dreamed of!
I thought that was the peak. Then, I saw them. The Five Elders. Those five monsters who have stood at the pinnacle of the world for eight hundred years. When they descended in their inhuman forms, I felt a fear that came from my very bloodline—the absolute despair of being crushed. My pride, my ambition, my power… it was all just paper before them. I finally understood. I was just a clown performing on a stage set by gods. I despaired. Kyle was doomed.
But… what did I see? He smiled. Facing those five gods, he showed a smile even more arrogant than my own.
He attacked first. By himself, he fought against four of them. It wasn't a battle; it was a myth unfolding. The Red Line cracked beneath their power. I saw Saint Jaygarcia Saturn's legs cut clean off, only to grow back. I saw Saint Shepherd Ju Peter's massive sandworm body torn from the earth and sliced in two. I saw Saint Marcus Mars's black flames blasted out of the sky by a meteor. I saw Saint Topman Warcury's unstoppable charge blocked head-on.
My mind went blank. My entire understanding of the world was shattered. Gods… could be injured. Mortals… could challenge gods.
No, Kyle was no mortal. He was a Demon King who stood above the gods.
When that dark domain that swallowed all light and sound appeared, I stopped breathing. In that absolute void, the four invincible monsters were frozen like insects in amber. Then, he struck. One slash, two, three, four. The domain shattered, and blood—real blood—gushed from the bodies of the gods. I heard them groan in pain.
Gods… bled.
That sight, more than anything else, made me tremble with ecstasy.
When his final attack collided with theirs, I thought he was dead. No one could survive that. But he walked out of the dust, his eyes burning with a fighting spirit that could incinerate the world. He hadn't been fighting for his life. He was just playing. He treated a battle with the world's highest authority as a thrilling game.
I understood then. King? Fuffuffuffuffu... The throne I had chased my entire life was a pathetic joke in front of this man. Pirate King? Emperor of the Underworld? Meaningless.
Only by following him can I see a higher stage. Only by following him can I truly turn this rotten world upside down. Only by following him… can I destroy everything!
My strings were once my power, my tools to control the world. But now, I willingly place the strongest of them in that man's hand. Let him control me. Let him guide me.
I am Donquixote Doflamingo. I am Ten Yasha. I am Joker.
And from this day forward, I am also Aaron Kyle's most loyal, and most insane, dog.
Fuffuffuffuffu... Fuffuffuffuffu!
Tremble, world. The real storm has only just begun.
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