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onepieceyaoi100Title: Better To Reign In Hell
Rating: PG
Word Count: 299
Topic: Masquerade
Warning: Tangentially on target for this topic, but damn if this idea refused to leave me alone and even tried to spawn kittens.
Impel Down, the legendary hell-prison beneath the sea. No guards patrolled it; they wouldn't last a minute. Jailbreaks were discouraged by explosives rigged to the sea-retaining walls. Nothing else stopped the worst criminals on the Grand Line from ruling their own penitentiary as they pleased. It was ugly. In Impel Down, prisoner preyed on prisoner, the law of the strongest prevailed.
Impel Down's warden knew that sentencing government agents to that was synonymous to execution. The newly reformed government had condemned CP9's assassinations of innocents in the name of their 'dark Justice', but...according to rumour, its agents had been offered a deal. If they revealed CP9's existence and publicly confessed their crimes, they would be spared, and quietly reinstated to harmless deskwork - boring, but with salaries and pensions. The warden liked his salary and pension, not to mention his freedom and life; he knew what he'd have said to that deal.
The agents had all refused. Now the horrified warden was escorting the six men and one woman (god help her) down past sea level to the prison gates.
"Please, agents- at least don't wear those clothes. We can disguise you as- as pirates to avoid-"
Grins and sneers were his answer.
"No thanks, sir."
"Yeah, fuck that."
"I should think not," the woman sniffed, pushing up her glasses.
"Chapapapa!"
The doors opened. Rob Lucci looked down into the depths of hell and smiled. It was the most unpleasant expression the Warden had ever seen.
"No," Lucci said. "No more masquerades. You out there."
Hardened criminals, waiting to see what new victims the Warden had brought, stared up at World Government suits.
"You lot have been running things down here for awhile now. This is about to change. Justice has found you, vermin. Goodbye, warden."
The warden fled.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 299
Topic: Masquerade
Warning: Tangentially on target for this topic, but damn if this idea refused to leave me alone and even tried to spawn kittens.
Impel Down, the legendary hell-prison beneath the sea. No guards patrolled it; they wouldn't last a minute. Jailbreaks were discouraged by explosives rigged to the sea-retaining walls. Nothing else stopped the worst criminals on the Grand Line from ruling their own penitentiary as they pleased. It was ugly. In Impel Down, prisoner preyed on prisoner, the law of the strongest prevailed.
Impel Down's warden knew that sentencing government agents to that was synonymous to execution. The newly reformed government had condemned CP9's assassinations of innocents in the name of their 'dark Justice', but...according to rumour, its agents had been offered a deal. If they revealed CP9's existence and publicly confessed their crimes, they would be spared, and quietly reinstated to harmless deskwork - boring, but with salaries and pensions. The warden liked his salary and pension, not to mention his freedom and life; he knew what he'd have said to that deal.
The agents had all refused. Now the horrified warden was escorting the six men and one woman (god help her) down past sea level to the prison gates.
"Please, agents- at least don't wear those clothes. We can disguise you as- as pirates to avoid-"
Grins and sneers were his answer.
"No thanks, sir."
"Yeah, fuck that."
"I should think not," the woman sniffed, pushing up her glasses.
"Chapapapa!"
The doors opened. Rob Lucci looked down into the depths of hell and smiled. It was the most unpleasant expression the Warden had ever seen.
"No," Lucci said. "No more masquerades. You out there."
Hardened criminals, waiting to see what new victims the Warden had brought, stared up at World Government suits.
"You lot have been running things down here for awhile now. This is about to change. Justice has found you, vermin. Goodbye, warden."
The warden fled.
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