The purple flames of a few amethyst colored torches cast a purple hue on everything in the dark room. The purple light revealed the sight of a Brone in all of his Death God glory, sitting in a chair and looked down at his crystal ball. The expression on his face was one of pure boredom. He didn't seem to be too impressed by what he was seeing nor was he apparently interested in it either. However, something was wrong since his hood was off, which rarely happened. To see the Sorrowful One without his hood was considered to be a sin of death itself.

Brone's nose wrinkled as his glared down at the ball, "It seems that things aren't going exactly too well. Although, if all the pieces fall accordingly, than there isn't any room for my intervention."

The silver eyed deity sighed, "However, I've been wrong before and every time I was wrong the results proved. . .costly. But, there isn't much I can do at this point. I suppose I'll just watch and wait."

"What are you doing?" A voice said from behind.

Brone nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard this voice. He swore the he heard his heartbeat again. He quickly recovered from his shock and looked over his shoulder to see who had started him. He wasn't surprised by the sight of Luna standing there giving him a questioning look. The deity arched glowered.

"Oh, it's you." He stated quite harshly.

"Well, you seem to be in a sour mood today." She replied almost as harshly.

"What do you want?" Brone asked quickly getting to the point.

"I'm here to ask you if Link has made any progress."

"He made it to Gluttony Country and that was pretty much it. There is the story, now go." He said almost dismissively.

Luna's eyes narrowed, "What is your problem today?"

"My problem is not one that you can help me with. This was years in the making, and nothing you can do will make it better." Brone gripped, "Just. . .leave me alone."

Luna sighed but did what he said. She turned around and quickly exited the room. When she was gone, Brone frowned for what seemed like the first time in tears. However, he was always depressed around this time of the year. He got up out his chair and walked to the far end of the room to where a portrait hung on the wall. The portrait was of a beautiful woman no older than twenty. She had long, silky black hair that went down to her breasts. Her skin was as pale as the moon, but gave her a unique sense of beauty. But what really grabbed the eye were the woman's eyes. Her eyes were a dark green, but they appeared to be light as if they were clouding.

Brone raised a hand and placed it on the woman's chest, and bowed his head, "I miss you. I wish. . .that I could have saved you."

At that a single tear rolled down his cheek.


The red sky of the Inferno was still in full force at what seemed to be the middle of the day approached. Unlike it's human world counterpart, the Inferno didn't possess a sun. It did, however, have a moon, but to actually see it was a one in a million chance, so must just assumed the sky was completely black at night. It was reasonable since it was said that the moon only rises for Dante.

On the deck of the airship Femto stared into back of the ship where the voice from before had resonated. However, the first thing he did was walk over and pick up Reddo off of the ground. The sleeping Zinorge had been thrown from his shoulders when Femto used the clawshot to propel himself into the airship.

"Can I. . .help you?" The voice asked. This time Femto was able to recognize it as a female's voice.

The masked man sighed, "Perhaps, but it would help if I could see your face."

"Hmm, you may be right." The voice said before it grunted.

Femto arched an eyebrow when a slim, young, and very oddly dressed woman came walking out from the shadows. She had long pink hair, purple eyes, and fair skin. She was also quite buxom. She wore a white low-cut tank top that exposed both her midriff and cleavage, along with a pair of orange and black striped buckled shorts and long, thin suspenders. She also wore a pair of black high-heeled boots which reached her calves that had laces coming from the opening, and a pair of hot pink and dark red stocking with a yellow sun motif. On her head she wore a strange looking green hat. She also wore bright red lipstick.

Femto cringed, "Terrible fashion sense."

"Is that really what you're concerned about? You're a sad strange little man." He heard Fierce ask.

"Yeah, that's a bit weird." Ocot agreed.

"Outrageous." TW added because he was TW. "Fashion. Fashion is outrageous, it is truly, truly, truly outrageous."

"Shut up TW."

Femto ignored them and instead looked at the woman. The way she was standing reminded him of a noble. Her back was straight even as if she was trying to impress that someone. And even though her outfit was horrendous, it did show that she actually did have money to spend on clothes like that. No matter how bad they were.

"And who might you be?" The woman asked before she pulled out a mutton leg and rather crudely began to chomp on it.

Femto cringed at this but tried his best to ignore it, "My name is Femto." He introduced with a small bow.

The woman stopped munching to wipe the residue of her food from her mouth, "Ah! I've heard of you. You're the guy that Dante seems to have it out for. He did double your bounty after all."

"And you are?" Femto asked.

"My name is Jewelry Bonney." She said with a smirk, "I am a close friend of Beelzebub. So I have some pull around here."

Femto's eyes narrowed, "I could tell by the way you use her name like a weapon."

The pink haired woman shrugged, "She's been good to me. She's been good to all of us actually."

The masked man scoffed and pointed towards the outer sanctum of the city. Jewelry arched an eyebrow at this before he began to speak.

"Has she been good to them? I bet if I ask one of them they would challenge you that statement." He said harshly.

Jewelry narrowed her eyes, "Why would you care? You don't live here. You're not one of them. And you're definitely not one of us. So I ask again. Why do you care?"

Femto glared at her, but she was undaunted by this and just glared back and put her hands on her hips. The masked man sighed and shook his head in disapproval.

"Why don't you?"

"In the Inferno, the only person you can count on completely is yourself. When you can't count on yourself, you're probably already dead. Now, putting that aside for the moment; why are you on my airship?"

Femto gave her a look like he had just remembered something, something important. He stroke Reddo's back and coaxed a light purl from the now super miniature Stygian Zinorge. However Femto pulled his hand back when small arcs of red lightning began to spark. At that, Femto turned back to Jewelry and frowned.

"I'm here to take back what is mine." He said like it was an everyday phrase; plain and simple with now sense of determination. "Beelzebub has something that belongs to me."

Jewelry's eyes lit up. She could tell that this man—Femto- wasn't ordinary in any meaning of the word. It was a fact that most of the denizens of the Inferno looked very human like with the exception of a few races. However, Femto was oddly monstrous despite being mostly human in appearance. His eyes were red and possessed slitted pupils, much like that of snakes and other reptiles.

"Interesting." The pink haired noble said with a smirk. "Hey,"

Femto blinked and looked up at the pink haired woman to see the sly smirk on her face. He couldn't see that he enjoyed seeing that look since even though this woman was a noble, she had the demeanor of a pirate.

"I know I'm going to regret this." Femto mentally glowered as he sighed. "What?"

Jewelry's smirk widened to near a exaggerated size. Femto arched an eyebrow when he saw this. He had never meet a person with such obnoxious features. However, that wasn't meaning to say that he never met anyone with obnoxious features before. He met plenty in his time. But something about this woman's features, were truly disturbing.

"What if I told you that there was a way for both of us to benefit from this?" She offered confidently, obviously sure of herself.

Femto nearly flinched when he heard this. However, something was telling him that he bad better take this deal. He swallowed his pride and sighed.

"I'm listening."

"I'll take you to Beelzebub, if you work for me until we get there. That sound fair?" She offered.

Femto narrowed his eyes at this. Her deal was actually somewhat reasonable. It was almost too reasonable and this made him suspicious. During his time traveling around the world and hunting monsters, he learned two things. The first thing was never walk when you could ride instead and the second thing was, if it was too good to be true, than it probably was.

"What's the catch?" Femto asked while fully knowing he wasn't going to like what he was about to hear.

Jewelry laughed heartily, "You're smart, I like that. Most people would have just blindly accepted by offer without thinking what I could possibly want in return."

The masked man rolled his eyes, "We've obviously established I'm not like most people."

The pink haired woman smirked, "Indeed."

"Now, what is the catch?" He asked again.

The pink haired woman's smirk grew. "The catch is that you have to bring me food until we get there."

"Sounds reasonable."

A few hours had passed and the sight in the dinning room of the airship was one of pure dysfunction. The large dinning room table carved from some kind of high grade wood, in the middle of the room, was in completely disarray. There were scrapes of flood littered, splattered, and scattered all over the expensive wood. There were also piles of dirty dishes still lined with the remnants of the food they once possessed. And among the scrapes of food and stacks of dirty dishes was Jewelry Bonney still eating like a wild animal Standing behind he, watching with disgust was Femto wearing both an apron and Reddo around his neck.

"This is disgusting." He sneered with a disgusted cringe. "I knew the people in Gluttony Country had ravenous appetites. . . but this is ridiculous."

The pink haired woman stopped eating for a moment and held out an empty bowl.

"More!" she commanded.

Femto sighed, "But you still have more bowls over there." He said while pointing over to a large stack of bowls filled with food at the end of the table.

"Just do it!" She commanded once again.

"..." Femto glared at her. "This bitch."

"Fine."

Jewelry nodded before quickly going back to her feast. Femto gave her a quick death glare before going back into the kitchen that was conveniently placed right next to where he was standing. With Reddo in tow, Femto pushed the door open to the sight of a sparkling clean kitchen. He sweatdropped and sighed deeply.

"This is going to be a long trip." He thought as a pot started to boil over.

However, before he went back to cooking he pulled out the bottle of perfume that Asmodeus had given him before. She said that this would shield him from Cyrus' nose. Although, it was just his luck that he would forget that he had it, right as he entered the city. So, there was a chance that the Grey had alright smelled him. He pulled off the cap and dipped his fingers into it and rubbed it on the pressure points of his body.

"I hope he hasn't smelled me yet." Femto said before he put the bottle back in his pocket.


The sight of Beelzebub's Palace was one of sheer elegance yet volatile intimidation. Unlike the palaces of the other countries Gluttony's Palace wasn't visible from the sky, and was actually build into the side of a mountain to increase it's stability and durability. This also meant that Gluttony's Palace was in the far end of the city instead of in the middle like the others. It was, however, the oldest and tallest standing structure in the entire city.

The inside of Beelzebub's Palace was actually pretty simple compared to the ones that her sisters had. It was, however, much more extravagant than any normal noble could afford. The walls were painted with a simple yet tasteful teal color and possessed smooth white tile flooring with matching teal diamond shapes in the middle. Portraits of Dante and his daughters hung in each hallway, but all of Lucifer's portraits were crossed out and completely illegible. In fact the only completely portrait of Lucifer was kept in Beelzebub's room. All of these were the things that Femto, who still had the sleeping Reddo draped on his shoulders, and Jewelry saw as they walked through the halls of Beelzebub's Palace.

As they walked Femto shifted as he tried to carry the large pot that Jewelry had made him carry. He looked at her as he walked and asked, "What's in this pot?"

The pink haired woman gave him a brief look, "It's a Beelzebub's favorite kind of soup. She absolutely loves it."

"What's in it?"

Jewelry struck a thinking pose that looked like she actually had to use the bathroom. "Let me see." She said as she tapped her chin, "Herring, carrots, Devil Fruits, anchovies, potatoes, tomatoes, brisket, sheep stomachs, turnips, radish, melons, unicorn horns, oranges, apples, and pumpkins."

Femto cringed at the mere thought of all of those things being mixed together. He could only imagine the monstrosity that rested within the pot.

"That sounds disgusting."

"Yeah, it's pretty revolting to make. But Beelzebub seems to like it." The pink haired woman said, "I'm not entirely sure why, though."

Femto cringed, "It certainly isn't the ingredients. . .or the smell."

"But now, it isn't wise to talk about it." The pink haired noble said as they approached a large door, "She's a bit. . .sensitive about it. I'm not sure why exactly."

When they arrived at the door Jewelry pushed it open to reveal a large ballroom filled with nobles from all over Gluttony Country. They were all dressed in lavish clothing, and were dressed even better than the people in the inner sanctum. The room was decorated with party decorations to help it fit it's purpose.

Femto looked all around and noticed that a lot of the nobles were. . .big in the sense of weight. They were very large, well most of them were, but most were chunky in that sense.

"Notice how big they are?" Jewelry asked suddenly.

Femto turned to the side to face the pink haired woman. When he did this he noticed the smirk on her face. It wasn't like hadn't ever seen someone smirk before, but this one practically said, I know something you don't.

"Yeah, kinda."

Jewelry folded her arms, "In Gluttony Country two things matter: weight and appetite. The latter is more important though. You're pretty important around here if you have a ravenous appetite and a larger weight."

The masked man sighed, "Well, it seems that Gluttony Country isn't like the other countries. The other countries would never determine status over something as petty as this."

Jewelry elbowed him in the ribs, "They have their own problems."

Femto narrowed his eyes, "Yes, yes they do."

Suddenly a strange looking creature entered the room from the door on the other side of the room. The man was wearing a suit and appeared to be a butler, which is likely what he was. He clapped his hands to get everyone's attention before speaking.

"Attention guests," He said properly and politely, "Lady Beelzebub is ready for today's festivities to begin."

He said before stepping to the side, "Now please welcome Lady Beelzebub."

Everyone applauded as the sound of footsteps were heard. As the footsteps grew louder and louder, he started to picture what Lady Beelzebub could look like. The first thing that came to mind was a gluttonous woman, which was reasonable because she was gluttony. The rulers of these sins usually represented their sin in someway, usually physical. Femto shivered as imagines of Wrath entered his mind; 6'2, had temper as red hot as her hair, and was known to carry a battle ax as big as herself around.

"Hey," He heard Jewelry say. He turned to her to see a glare on her face, "Look alive, here she comes."

Femto rolled his eyes and turned back to the door right as a new being stepped forward. His eyes widened he saw what is was. It wasn't a gluttonous woman like he previously thought. No, it was a very, very short girl stood barely 5'2. She had long, dark blue hair that was tied in twintails. Her eyes were a sparkling cyan green color that seemed to become even more extravagant. She also had a large spiraled horn protruding out of her forehead and to match his oddity, she had a pair of small bat like wings protruding out of her back. Her outfit was strange in the sense that it resembled a maid's outfit. Her outfit consisted of a black dressed with a frilled bottom, puffed shoulders, a white apron over top of it, black gloves with green lining, matching boots, white thigh-highs, and transparent green feather like shapes coming out of the bottom.

Femto's eyebrow twitched. This was the Lady of Gluttony? Beelzebub smiled brilliantly.

"Hello! I hope that we'll have a good time together." She said kindly, with a surprisingly mature voice.

"Jailbait alert." TW called, "Or is it? I think I can like this."

"Shut. . .the. . .fuck. . up." Ocot snapped in pauses.

Femto sweatdropped, "This is seriously Beelzebub? But she's so. . .tiny."

Beelzebub's cyan eyes dutifully moved through the crowd. They seemed to be searching for something, almost like something was expected. However, this look changed when she spotted Jewelry and Femto in the crowd.

With a smile she said, "There she is."

The petite woman walked to the duo and smiled, "Hello Jewelry, how have you been?"

The pink hair woman sighed but smiled back, "I've been the same pretty much. Nothing has really happened outside of the normal."

"That's good," Beelzebub commented with a nod.

"Not really."

The Lady of Gluttony chuckled before she noticed Femto standing there. She gave him a quickly up and down seeming to assess his character. The masked man narrowed his eyes as he did the same, but there wasn't much he could assess from what he was seeing that wasn't obvious. She was incredibly difficult to read in his opinion.

She seemed to have made her assumption based on the sweet smile she gave him, "Hello, and who might you be?"

The masked man shifted as he looked down at her. The smile on her face seemed to be sincere, but looks can be deceiving.

"I'm Femto." He said somewhat nervously.

"Nice to meet you Femto." She said kindly. "I hope that you will enjoy yourself."

Femto was taken back by this almost sickening level of kindness she was displaying. He wasn't sure this level was normal for a normal person. This was especially true since she was Dante's daughter. One of the seven most privileged girls in the world. They were doted on since birth by their father, so any normal person would see that they were spoiled beyond all belief. However, the only spoiled ones were Mammon and Asmodeus, and that was simply due to their respective sins.

"I'll try Lady Beelzebub." He said with a small nod of his head.

The Lady of Gluttony smiled and nodded, "Yes well, enjoy yourself and let me get someone to take that pot for you."

Beelzebub clapped her hands and a man appeared. He had short dark blue hair, deep violet eyes, and pale skin. He was a handsome man, but this was marred by the look of boredom on his face. On his head were a pair of white wolf ears and behind him was a matching tail. He wore a purple, high-collared, zip-up jacket, blue pants, and purple shoes.

"Yes?" He said, and when he said this the air around his mouth froze.

Femto's eyes widened, "An ice demon? An ice wolf demon to be exact. He's one of the last of his kind then."

Suddenly the wolf eared man's nose wrinkled as he took a few sniffs of the air. He pursed his lips and looked Femto with a questioning look.

"Are you wearing perfume?" He asked.

Femto scratched the back of his head as his mind searched for a reasonable answer. But his mind was coming up blank, besides, what explanation could have justified a grown man wearing perfume for seemingly no reason at all.

"I. . . um. . .to each his own?" The masked man offered feebly.

The wolf eared man narrowed his eyes before he shrugged, "Fair enough,"

Femto mentally sighed with relief, "Well that worked out somehow."

"And you're surprised by this? There are things much weirder in this world than men wearing lady's perfume." He heard Ocot comment.

"All four of us are weirder than that, especially a certain one of us." Firece added.

"HA! I would hate to be that sucker." TW interjected.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"What?"

Femto sighed and facepalmed with a disapproving shake of his head. He was free do this since the wolf eared man toke the pot from him. However, as the man walked away Femto watched as he walked away, his tail swaying behind him.

"Something about him is odd." Femto noted, "That man. . .is powerful. He isn't even consciously exuding his strength, but I can see still his aura."

Femto noticed the entire time he was looking at the man, that he was exuded a thick a purple aura that felt 'cold'. It wasn't a normal chill that you got when it was nippy outside—no—it was something much, much different. He was just a short distance from the man and yet the aura felt like it was going to freeze his heart solid. He even felt his heartbeat slow down a few beats just by standing in his presence.

"Femto," He heard Ocot call, "are you okay? You seem a bit. . .distracted."

Femto bowed his head down, "Did you guys feel that too? Did you feel how cold his aura was? I've never of a being having an aura strong enough physically induce changes. I've heard of some inducing fear or anxiety."

"Yes, I did. I had no ideas that those types of auras existed. When I was younger, I studied the influence of proximity power, also known as 'Auras' on the body. They often have an emotional of mental effect on the body."

"You know about this stuff?"

"Like I said, I studied this, but my research wasn't able to be finished before. . .my end."

"Interesting."

"Anyways, perhaps it is time to get what you came for."

"Riiiight."

"You forgot what it was haven't you?"

"Uh, yeah, pretty much." Femto admitted.

"You're here for the bow"

"Oh."

The masked man nearly facepalmed at the stupidity of his own sentence, but restrained himself due to the abundance of people in the area. However, that didn't mean that it stropped him from releasing a long, deep sigh instead.

"Bored all ready?" A familiar voice asked.

Femto shuddered and turned around to see the same wolf eared man from before standing behind him, with a big tray of meat products on it. The man took a piece of what looked like rabbit and began to chew it.

"N-no not at all." Femto replied, mentally slipping up.

"Oh, don't worry about it. You can be honest with me, I really don't care and to be honest, I'm falling asleep over here." The man replied shamelessly as he took another piece of the rabbit. "Beelzebub's parties are usually pretty bland."

"You must be close to Lady Beelzebub. I can tell by the way you talk so carelessly about the ruling family."

The man scoffed as if he this had said to him before. "I guess you can say that I'm close with all of Dante's daughters. I was with them when they were babies, and I helped to raise them."

"Interesting."

"Cut the bullshit." The wolf eared man said suddenly, "I can smell sweat, you're nervous about something."

"What the fuck? He can smell my sweat with the perfume on?" Femto grimaced mentally.

"You're after something aren't you?" The wolf eared man asked.

Deciding it was best not to lie to this man, Femto sighed in defeated, took a deep breath in, and looked at the man in his deep purple eyes. His fiery red eyes looked into their polar opposite, the perfectly calm demeanor of purple as the two man started each other down.

"Was it that obvious?" Femto asked defeated.

"Uh, yeah, pretty much. You're so subtle they should have written the phrase "As a flying mallet" on your forehead." The man said with a teasing smirk.

"Okay, okay, I get it. You don't have to be a jerk about it."

"That's my job."

Femto arched an eyebrow, "Right, okay. Anyways. . .do you know where I can find the bow?"

"You mean the thing that looks like modified bow?Yeah, I've seen it. It's only have of it though." The wolf eared man replied, "Go down the hall, take a right, keep walking but stop when you see a red door, go inside, move the carpet, and then there should be a latch."

"Thank you." Femto said as he went to do go down the hall. He stopped however and turned back towards the man, "Oh, I never got your name."

The man smirked, "Cyrus Grey."

Femto's eyes widened when he heard that name. The very man that he was suppose to be avoiding was the very man that had been helping him. He couldn't tell if this was Fate's sick way of reveling irony or if this guy wasn't so bad after all. He honestly couldn't tell which one it was. Although, something he notice was really offsetting, as he walked away he said the man's smirk fade into a frown. When this happened, he didn't turn back to look again, instead he just kept on walking.


The sight of a lavish red door with the word 'Beelzebub' written on a gold plague. The door was very well kept and even the wood itself shined with perfection. The fact that the doorknob shined wasn't surprising at all. Femto looked at the door with mixed feelings. He kinda had issues with entering a ladies rooms with permission. However, he knew for a fact that she wasn't there, so that put him at ease to an extent.

"Alright, time to do this." Femto said to himself as he reached for the doorknob, turned, and pushed the door open.

Once the door was out of the way, the vision of a room tailored to fit a girl raised in nobility. The floor was covered in a pristine ruby red carpet that was maintained diligently by the servants everyday. On he right side of the room was a large queen sized bed fitted with golden embroiled teal covered and matching pillows. The sheets were perfectly folded and shimmered in the light of a chandelier overhead. However, apart from the lavish bed and the expensive looking furniture, it looked like a normal girls room. She ever had small portraits of her father and sisters on the wall.

Femto blinked when his eyes met the sight of a perfectly intact portrait of Lucifer on the wall. Unlike the other ones that all had the faces scratched out. Lucifer was very beautiful which wasn't surprising, and she was apparently blonde.

"She seems. . .oddly familiar." Femto noted as he stared at her face. He had never seen her before in his life, but for some reason she seemed so familiar. Her face was just so. . .familiar.

"Focus," A stern voice called, "Lift up the carpet, open the latch, focus."

The masked man shook his head and dispelled these thoughts from his head. He knelt down and pulled the carpet up which was surprisingly easy despite it was a carpet that covered the entire floor. When the ruby red carpet was pulled the sight of a trapdoor was now visible.

"Why would see have a trapdoor under her carpet?"

"Maybe she's into that freaky shit." TW commented.

"Shut. . .the fuck up." Fierce groaned.

Femto grabbed the latch, twisted it, and pulled it up to reveal a dark opening in the ground. He couldn't tell what was down there since it was pitch black, and the light from the chandelier didn't help at all. There could have been anything down there, and there was probably something down there anyways. He didn't know what, but there was something down there. He could feel it.

"Why do I always have to go into the dark places?" Femto griped.

"Because you're you." Ocot added

No arguing with that logic. Femto jumped down the trapdoor into the dark abyss that waited below. As he fell he noticed that this particular trapdoor was actually quite deep since he didn't hit ground instantly, it took a bit. This trapdoor was pretty deep, since it was a good ten seconds before he hit the ground. And when he hit the ground, he hit it hard. He could literal feel his tailbone cracking as his rear end slammed into the ground.

"Ow," Femto moaned as he rubbed his now bruised behind.

After he did that he looked around him. Now that he was at the bottom of the abyss he could see it much better. It looked like a dungeon which is probably what it was. The walls were all a bleak cobblestone that were damp with water leakage. There were also chains hanging like detached limbs. They were rusty, wore, and broken. Their days of being useful were long behind them. Strangely, there were torches on the walls that lit the room up. Femto arched an eyebrow before looking up to see nothing but solid darkness above him.

"Strange." Femto noted, "Now where is that bow?"

A sudden noise mad him turn. The noise was loud and throaty, kinda like how a snore would sound. But what would be snoring down here? As he turned the answer became apparent who was snoring. There, laying right behind him, was a large monstrosity known as Cerberus. Despite the common belief, Cerberus wasn't a three headed dog, it was a three headed abomination. The beast had red heads with massive mouths on worm-like necks, connected to a large, grotesque, pale, white body that resembled a mouth with long human-like hands.. The beast also had smaller mouths on stalks on it's heads in addition to the ones it already possessed.

"Oh. . .shit." Femto cursed when he stared in shock, awe, and disgust at the creature. His eyes traveled just a little bit lower to see part of the bow. The beast was laying on top of it, "Oh shit squared.

"Wait, maybe I can get the bow without waking it up." Femto said out loud before a misstep landed his foot in a puddle of water causing a splash.

"Oh fuck no." Femto groaned mentally before he heard disturbance. He slowly looked up to see the wormlike heads rising up and the mouths opening. Cerberus was awake.

Femto shook his head, "This is such BULLSHIT!"


So, yeah, this chapter took pretty long to get out for quite a few reasons. One of the reasons was that I started playing Ranked in League of Legends and tried to get as far as I could while I still had immunity from dropping. My placements put me in Bronze II, but I went undefeated in Bronze and cleared Bronze II in three wins, not counting Promotion games. Pretty good right? Trust me it gets worse. I made it to Silver V and got 40 points after winning, however after that, I lost 7 games in a row, supposedly hitting ELO Hell. This isn't the only reason for the delay however.

Wanna know how to get out of it? It's so easy. Focus on what you're doing. Don't focus too much on your team and what they're doing, just be sure to do well yourself. You'll find that you'll win a lot more if you focus on yourself. Also check out this video "Why you're stuck in ELO Hell" by Gbay66. I'm assuming this will help those out who are or are still in Elo Hell, these people would also know what the hell I'm talking about.

Anyways, putting that aside the beginning of this chapter is to show that Brone has dimensions to his character than what is already known. He's a pretty flat character right now.

Hmm, what else? On right, Jewelry Bonney is from One Piece, which i did watch a while ago. She has one hell of an appetite which is why she is a noble in Gluttony Country. There are several references here to being pirate in Once Piece and other things relating to One Piece.

Cyrus' aura is able to be seen and felt because of how powerful he is. Since his power is so strong, his aura has a effect on the people around him, but only the ones that are able to feel it. You've seen this a lot, usually in Naruto or Bleach. In Naruto they have KI and in Bleach, it's just their Spirit Pressure. His aura is similar but much more dangerous because his aura can kill you. The suddenly slowing of the heart can cause irregular heartbeat which can kill you.

Some of you might even get that reference that I used with TW. "Fashion is truly outrageous, it is truly, truly, truly outrageous."

The 'Cerberus' used is the same one from Dante's Inferno, look it up.

Lastly, I've been reading, watching, and researching a few things for stories. The good news is that I have some story ideas after this one is over.

I don't own One Piece.