One Piece : Herald of the Abyss

(There was a time when the world believed it had weathered every storm. Kings sat on their gilded thrones)

A Figure walks past many corpses strewn on the ground with dignity and an aura of destruction.

(Marines enforced the law with iron fists, and pirates danced across the seas in pursuit of their fleeting dreams.)

He walked slowly while analyzing the situation around him. Thousands of corpses sprawled out looking like the end of a war.

(But no storm compares to the darkness that came from the depths of the abyss.)

Kael's : "How does it feel to fight with all your might, with many sacrifices, only to end up in failure?" Kael said to the corpses lying on the ground.

A vice admiral, with wounds on his body, stood shakily from the ground and ran towards Kael with a cry of resignation, only for Kael to transform his hand into a dragon claw with an aura of darkness and stab the vice admiral in the abdomen, then throwing his corpse aside.

Kael walked towards someone lying among the corpses but still breathing in a dying condition. That person was an elderly man with many wounds on his body and blood flowing from his head and mouth.

Kael knelt beside the person.

The battlefield is now a wasteland of fire and ash. The once proud Marineford lies in ruins, its towering walls shattered, and the sea around it churns with unnatural purple flames. The screams of the dying fade into silence, leaving only the crackle of fire and the roar of the abyssal winds.

Kael's : "You once asked me ... .What kind of man am i? The kind who sees the world for what it truly is. A lie. A rotting carcass draped in the illusion of justice, order, and hope. You, Garp, the Hero of the Marines, you've spent your life defending this lie. But tell me... has it ever truly changed?"

Garp coughs, blood staining his teeth

Kael's gaze lingers on Garp, unreadable. For a moment, he says nothing, letting the crackle of flames fill the void. Then, he speaks his voice low, calm, yet heavy with conviction.

Kael's : "The Celestial Dragons, the corrupt nobles, the Marines who kill in the name of peace... pirates who call themselves free yet do the same. The weak suffer, the strong thrive. It's the law of this world, the natural order. And yet, people like you... you fight to protect it. To preserve it." Kael's expression darkens, his voice tinged with bitterness.

Garp : "So that's it? You destroy because you can? You think tearing it all down makes you some kind of savior? ….. You're no better than the monsters you claim to hate." Garp forces himself to speak, wincing from the pain.

Kael smirks faintly, shaking his head.

Kael's : "I never claimed to be a savior. I don't care about saving this world. Salvation is a fool's dream. I am the abyss, Garp. The end of illusions. When they look upon me, they see the truth: that their strength, their ideals, their gods they're all meaningless in the face of true power."

Kael's face briefly displays a hint of sadness for the first time in his life. Before continuing, he glances down at the dying Garp eyes.

Kael's : "Do you want to know why I do this? Why do I bring destruction and chaos? It's because this world deserves no less. Only by tearing it apart can it be free of its chains. Only by breaking it can something new….something pure…rise from its ashes. And if that never happens... then perhaps the world was never worth saving in the first place."

Garp chuckles weakly, his voice faltering but resolute.

Garp : "Kael, you're just a man, but you act like a god. A broken guy who allowed himself to be consumed by the darkness. Even if you ruin everything, you won't be able to escape the abyss in the end." 

Garp's body slumps as his strength finally gives out. The Hero of the Marines is no more.

Kael remains kneeling beside Garp, silent and motionless.

Kael's : "Perhaps you're right, old man. But the abyss... the abyss is all I've ever known."

Kael stands and leaves the dead body of the Marine Hero, as he walks revealing the broken remnants of Marineford and the purple flames engulfing the skyline, a somber reminder of the Tyrant's rule. As Kael strides through the devastation, his voice breaks the silence, not loud, but resonating with the weight of his thoughts.

Kael's : "I lived another life, in another world, far from this one. And even there, it was the same. Corruption. Oppression. Suffering. I was powerless to stop it then. But here... here, I have the power to tear it all down." .

This is what I have created. A world engulfed in hopelessness, where the light has gone out and nothing is left except the shadow of what was. 

Kael himself is referred to as a monster. A destroyer. If any of them live to repeat the story, they will defame my name for decades to come. However, they will never comprehend. It is not me who brings despair; it has always existed, rotting behind their flimsy delusions. All I did was tear the veil away.

Kael's : "Do they merit sympathy? Those who lowered their heads and took their chains, who ignored suffering? Or those who had the audacity to climb simply to continue the same cycle of violence and greed? No. They are all unworthy of salvation. Everyone is welcomed equally only in the abyss. And I... I am its herald." 

Kael approaches the docks where the Abyssal Dawn awaits. His crew stands silently, watching their captain's approach with a mix of awe and trepidation. None dare to speak. None dare to question. As he steps onto the ship's deck, Kael glances back one last time at the ruins of Marineford, his expression unreadable.

Without another word, he turns and walks toward the helm, the dark sails of the Abyssal Dawn rising against the scorched sky. The ship begins to move, gliding through the flaming seas, leaving behind a world forever scarred by his reign.

Kael's ship disappears into the distance, a silhouette against the burning horizon. The world is silent, save for the crackling of flames, as Kael's final words echo faintly in the air:

(In the end, there are no heroes. No villains. Only power... and the abyss it leaves behind.)

Standing by himself at the prow of the Abyss Tempest is Kael Draymour. Marineford's flames go out of sight, but their radiance remains in his eyes like specters of the devastation he caused. Kael can only hear the quiet of his thoughts while the wind howls, dragging embers and ash.

Kael's : "They say the abyss doesn't choose its herald that it simply consumes those who stare too long into it. Perhaps that's true. Or perhaps I was always destined for this, from the moment I was ripped from one world and thrust into another."

Kael's : "That was the day I understood. The day I realized the truth. Humanity doesn't want change. It doesn't want justice or freedom. It wants control. Order. A cage, dressed up as paradise."

He closes his eyes, time and memory start to reverberate, and the world starts to fall apart. The milder colors of a bygone era replace the dissipated purple flames. His voice reverberates with the weight of introspection, resentment, and an unwavering determination.

However, it's not over yet. No. It starts here. The previous world has vanished. I ensured that. And something new will emerge from its ashes. I don't care if it turns out to be better or worse. I don't live for salvation or hope. Power is what I live for. Chaos is what I love. For the abyss, I live.

(And this is where the story began)

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