Rage. Pure rage. That was what coursed through me.
This was Justice, but it was my kind of Justice.
Fifteen years ago, I was a happily married man, with a wife and a son whom I adored.
I had everything, a good job, a stable standing, and most importantly, a loving family.
Then that man came into my life and turned it to shambles.
He killed my wife and my son in cold blood, and he had the gall to call it an accident.
My son would have been twenty by this time, had that bastard not killed him.
And to add insult to injury, that bastard's own son was also twenty years old.
The same age my son would have been had his father not killed him.
So what right did Gol D. Ace have to live when his bastard of a father killed my own son?
None.
So now I'll return the favor.
I will have the pleasure of killing his son, just like he had killed mine.
And I know just how to do it.
After all, he values his little brother above everything else.
If I threatened him, the demon spawn's protective instinct shall kick in, and he'll protect Dragon's son even at the cost of his own life.
And then, he'll play right into my hands.
I'll have him right where I want him.