Chapter 1: Seraphim
The Seraphim do not have the original memories of the individuals they are cloned from; while they inherit the physical abilities and fighting styles of their source, they are essentially blank slates in terms of personal memories and experiences. That is what the scientist, Dr. Egghead, stated once when questioned about the beings called Seraphim that he had created for the World Government to use. They were essentially slaves who had no will, no desires and no thought for their own being.
So why did S-Fire remember things he shouldn't? S-Fire has memories of two children; one blonde and one dark haired. S-Fire remembers the blonde dying. S-Fire remembers his original self dying in the dark haired boy's arms. He remembers pain in his heart but most of all he remembers being free. So if he was a blank slate, like Dr. Egghead says he is, why does he remember his name is Ace?
Star shaped eyes looked up at the sky above him. The sky was filled with stars tonight. The moon bright, it's light like beacon to everyone on the island below. The boy looking up at the sky above him seemed to have a permanent frown upon his face. He was too young yet to leave the island, having only been created two years ago by Dr. Egghead. He'd never spoken, so he was the silent Seraphim. Everything felt wrong from the moment the machine had spat him out into this world. He had no mother, no father, or siblings. He wasn't suppose to be and yet he was. He stared at his tanned skin, sun kissed by the brightest light but that wasn't true. He got the tanned color from the genes in his blood. Lunarians. He got his strength from the D. blood. He got his likeness from the one he was cloned from; his original self. Portgas D. Ace.
Could you tell them what I'm about to say now?
Pops!
Everyone!
And you Luffy.
Thank-you, for loving someone like me who is a good for nothing and who has such bad blood in his veins up to today.
Thank-you!
As the memory ended, S-Fire felt a tear slide down his cheek and land on his hand. His black wings fluttered with his anger. He knew the truth. Somehow, he had retained the memories of his original self. If he really tried he could recall everything that had happened in his previous life. He knew he was Ace, blood son to Gol D. Roger. Adopted son of Edward Newgate; Whitebeard. He had two adopted brothers; Sabo and Luffy. Sabo was dead. Luffy was…
He pulled his eyes from the sight of the moon above and closed them.
Hey Ace! Guess what? I'm going to be the King of the Pirates!
Golden star shaped eyes flashed open as a cheshire grin spread across his face. He had to get strong and grow quickly, because sooner or later his little brother would be coming to this island and this time he would be joining his brother in his mayhem and chaos. He would ensure Luffy became King of the Pirates and that the world government would regret giving Dr. Egghead his blood. He hadn't worked for those bastards in his last life, he sure as hell wouldn't be doing so in this one. Warlord. Seraphim. It didn't matter. Portgas D. Ace was nobody's lapdog.