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Author's Note: A theory I couldn't help but write.
He looms over the pathetic excuse of a man cowering in front of him, grin showing teeth and gums when the insipid thing pleads for its life.
Fine, unyielding – invisible – strings cut through flesh and bone like a knife through butter, blood painting the cobblestone street. His grin widens at the mangled remains of the man in front of him and turns his back on the body dismissively, and focuses on the destruction taking place before him. He thinks briefly of the reason that has caused this bloodshed and his grin transforms into a smile so evil, so full of hatred.
No one insults him and gets away with it.
He remembers the time when they have been chased and tormented for what they are (or is it once have been?). He remembers his firsts at everything someone his godly status deem worse – anxiety, hunger, pain unimaginable. He remembers the rage, the hatred, the feeling of being utterly pathetic like those worthless worms.
And the only ray of sunshine he's ever had in those darkest times has been her smile–
–ripped apart by poverty, illness, and death.
(She has – had – always been fragile. What has his father been thinking when he's taken them out of the Holy Land?)
The town goes down in hellish flames – every man, woman, and child dead – and he stands tall and proud before it, cackling madly like the demon he's been tagged as.
No one insults him and gets away with it, for every offending word is akin to a stain on her beautiful face, a horrid knot on her golden hair, a blasphemy uttered against her entire holy being–
This is for you, too, Mother.
Another note: Because Doffy's love for his mama is the only thing he keeps in his heart, aside from the Donquixote Pirates. For me, anyway.
Déesse – "Goddess", French. (Fun fact: Doffy's favorite brand of liquor in the manga, as shown in the chapter depicting his and Roci's past)