So, your choice?"
Ace looked back towards his Luffy the new information entering his brain, he opened his mouth. "I..."
Z walked forward. Each step causing silence to surround the once ragging battle field, her heels taping against the floor. A silent chill of death overtaking the war. Her power growing, into the cracks of ice and blood shed on the floor. The dead began to shift, as if waking from there sleep.
The silence only grew as the dead began to groan. Limps and broken bodies forcefully pulling themselves upward. She couldn't bring back everyone from the dead – her power wasn't unlimited - not that some of these people deserved second chance. Both pirates and marines are corrupt no matter which sides story was told. But she could certainly stop more death from occurring. Stop more from entering her realm.
She stopped, before the body of ace. His brother passed out before him – the whole though his chest slowly healing slowly closing as the male made his choice.
"Angel of death" the lava male growled, his attention turning towards already winged angel.
Black feathers fluttered in the dead wind of the battle field, as she took her place. Heels coming to a halt, in-between the marine and pirate.
"Fuck off you overgrown lava pot" she snarled glaring at the man. No doubt if the tension wasn't soo high those around would have chuckled at the statement – but instead their breathes were caught in throats.
A man hated by both pirates and marines. A man whose justice could do no wrong. Fucking hypocrites.
"You have no place here -"
"-you see, that's where your fucking wrong. I know a lot of dead whole grudges, grudges soo deep the living would be over run. ALL. BECUASE. OF. YOU." Z glared, the detest from the dead slipping into her voice. The echos cries, threatening to overtake her senses. Her glare turned hard, as she let her power seep out, the bones glow underneath darken skin. "I'm going to give you a fucking choice. You fucking leave or I released an army of dead onto your pitiful forces"
"You dare -"
"of course, I fucking dare" she ran a hand though black locks, dark void like hues glancing about the battle field. Wings behind her shifted.
"Marines who absolute justice-"
"I didn't ask for a fucking speech you cunt, I'm tried and pissed off now I kindly ask you to fucking off before I rip your soul from your pathetic corpse, after I let the dead have their way with you, they loathe you, you have a special in the dead black hearts."
"ACE IS ALIVE!" she glared at the unknown pirate who stood beside the now breathing body of ace. The pirates statement sending a ripple over the war, the whispers a start of an avalanche.
"What?"
"But he had a whole though his chest?"
"The angel of death she-"
"The reaper..."
"Brought him back you think?"
"But surely..."
"Her powers are unknown..."
"You think she bring back jimmy?"
"Not be stupid..."
"The angel of death"
"wow"
"Hehe lava pot!"
Z smirked towards the fumbling lava marine. The black voids staring in the reddening face of the marine – the skin steaming like the lava fruit he ate all that time ago.
"Your choice"
"Marines attack! Kill ace, Luffy and the angel of death. Do not let them leave here alive!"
His words sealing his fate.
It seems like fate were getting more lives today it seemed.
What followed was one the marines worst defeat in history. An army of dead swallowing over the marines on the ice – those with enough brain retreated apron realising that the dead were only attacking those that attacked. The action giving enough time of the pirates to retreat.
But the carnage didn't really end till another joined the party.
Z stood above the battered body of the lava marine, a heel stabbing deeply into his gut. Around the pair was a bloodbath, the dead a never-ending horde – every death just added to it. Sge just had to end it – a signal movement to claim the prize for the death that begged for his soul. Blacken finger tips reaching down to claim her prize – only to be stopped by a hand placing itself on her shoulder.
"I think that's enough Z"
"Shanks you fucking twat" she muttered eyeing the red-haired male from the corner of her eye.
"I think he needs to suffer more don't you think?" Z thought for a moment, face blank as she though over her options. Of shanks words. The world turned colder for a moment, before she moved away, hand dropping to her side.
She lifted the hand turning towards the male, while around them the dead slowed to a holt.
"Let this war end" the emperor of the sea commanded. His voice echoing of the silence echos of battle. The marines let out a sigh of relief at the sight of the man. The red hair pirate turned towards the female, "I'm sure enough death has happened today and..." his toned dropped for only her living ears to hear, "...I hear there some really good sake floating about the ship"
"you've been talking to ray haven't you" Z muttered releasing her claim on the dead, the deceased dropping to the floor like the dead weights they are. With a sickening sound she slowly and painfully removed the heel from the marine, though she hadn't claimed his soul just yet – she waits.
Good things come to those who wait, and death is inevitable.
The physical scars may heal but the mental? That male will never have a good night's rest ever again, she'll make sure of it. The dead all too happy to help.
She turned around, leaving the red head crew to deal with the aftermath. She spread her wings wide and with a few flaps vanished into the skies. Ignoring the cries from the marines and pirates. Ignoring the eyes of supernovas, and warlords.
She'd done her job.
Now to sleep. Hopefully this time no one would disturb her and she can regain her energy and try and find her way back to her realm and kuroro.
Not before getting a strong drink though. She still has a long journey ahead.
heres a little Sneak peek. one of the many relam ideas im thinking of sending Z too... if you have any requests let us know!
Machines beeped, spluttering into life.
The notion alerted the uniformed people into action. Something was happening, a door appeared to be opening. Thought a physical door was the wrong term for it.
A dark-skinned male stepped up to one of the machines – this particular one was going haywire, the data running across the screen. As the reading got bigger and bigger. The man's signal eyes glanced up hearing a sharp gasp from his colleague.
Looking up, he noted the black shadows appearing like a vortex. The black mass growing larger till a body appeared to be stepping out of the fold.
Z glanced around the new space, taking in the details – the people – the ghosts.
"Oh, for fucks sake this isn't my realm" she swore loudly.
"No shit" nick fury director of SHEILD stepped up facing the female.