02-16-2014, 06:17 AM
The world was white. The wasn’t wasn’t white, though, so that didn’t make any sense. Enel pondered on this as he picked his nose.
“WHAAAT!?” he suddenly bellowed, sitting abruptly upright. His neck snapped left and right, his dangling earlobes slapping his shoulders as he did so. He jumped to his feet and gazed at his surroundings. “This doesn’t make any seeense!” His peripherals landed on the fountain behind him and he turned. A thing of marble, water trickling down from eight descending layers. His eyes reached the top – there was a giant, ornate yellow lightning bolt sticking out of it. He thumbed his chin. “Classy.” The smirk lasted only a second before being replaced by a deep frown once more.
That Omni guy had some nerve, bringing him here. He was obviously some kind of hack, some illusionist who’d eaten a Devil Fruit and thought he was God all of a sudden. Enel snorted. The idiocy on these people. This Omni had no idea how much trouble he was in. He spoke aloud.
“Omni! I hope you’re pleased, because soon you’re gonna be in a world of pain! You think you can trap GOD in your little illusion? HAH! I’m going to break out of here, and when I do, you’re going to be in so much pain you’ll wish you never messed with GOD! ENEL!” He raised his palms up and laughed. “YAAHAHAHAHAHA!”
He waited. His lip curled.
“Hey! You dare ignore God?!”
He waited again. Nothing.
The god snarled. Oh, that was it. He wasn’t just going to kill Omni. He was going to keep him alive, torturing him with electricity until he couldn’t feel anymore. Then he would starve him, watch him shrivel until his ribs poked through his chest. Then he’d cast him up in the sky on a giant golden cross as an example, before hooks tore him into a million bloody pieces. A mad grin was fixed on Enel’s face as he dwelt on the image. He’d wipe that grin off Omni’s face, that was for sure. He’d see him cry tears of blood!
For a time he paced back and forth, thinking of the many ways he’d torture Omni. Then he got bored. He sighed, sitting down with his legs crossed and his hands on his knees. A cold expression was on his features.
He had to think. This Omni’s power had to have some kind of weakness. Some way out. If he stayed calm, used his brain … he’d figure a way out.
“WHAAAT!?” he suddenly bellowed, sitting abruptly upright. His neck snapped left and right, his dangling earlobes slapping his shoulders as he did so. He jumped to his feet and gazed at his surroundings. “This doesn’t make any seeense!” His peripherals landed on the fountain behind him and he turned. A thing of marble, water trickling down from eight descending layers. His eyes reached the top – there was a giant, ornate yellow lightning bolt sticking out of it. He thumbed his chin. “Classy.” The smirk lasted only a second before being replaced by a deep frown once more.
That Omni guy had some nerve, bringing him here. He was obviously some kind of hack, some illusionist who’d eaten a Devil Fruit and thought he was God all of a sudden. Enel snorted. The idiocy on these people. This Omni had no idea how much trouble he was in. He spoke aloud.
“Omni! I hope you’re pleased, because soon you’re gonna be in a world of pain! You think you can trap GOD in your little illusion? HAH! I’m going to break out of here, and when I do, you’re going to be in so much pain you’ll wish you never messed with GOD! ENEL!” He raised his palms up and laughed. “YAAHAHAHAHAHA!”
He waited. His lip curled.
“Hey! You dare ignore God?!”
He waited again. Nothing.
The god snarled. Oh, that was it. He wasn’t just going to kill Omni. He was going to keep him alive, torturing him with electricity until he couldn’t feel anymore. Then he would starve him, watch him shrivel until his ribs poked through his chest. Then he’d cast him up in the sky on a giant golden cross as an example, before hooks tore him into a million bloody pieces. A mad grin was fixed on Enel’s face as he dwelt on the image. He’d wipe that grin off Omni’s face, that was for sure. He’d see him cry tears of blood!
For a time he paced back and forth, thinking of the many ways he’d torture Omni. Then he got bored. He sighed, sitting down with his legs crossed and his hands on his knees. A cold expression was on his features.
He had to think. This Omni’s power had to have some kind of weakness. Some way out. If he stayed calm, used his brain … he’d figure a way out.
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