A Year of Madness [Private]

Sat Feb 27, 2021 12:03 am

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Artist: Nujabes/Idst - Song: BattleCry - Word Count: N/A

The attack on the Bahamas had gone exactly as Law had planned it so far. He had swiftly, and with little trouble, taken care of the vast majority of the demons who had been holed up in this fortress, and he could already taste victory. Interestingly enough, when they'd reached the final level of this stronghold, they'd found someone quite formidable. Law had not expected anyone of this level to be present, as this was not a key stronghold for SF, it was something he'd picked exactly for that reason, as it would provide a quick foothold for Vastime to attack Florida and enter America. Still, this was within his realm of preparation. It was simply a fight that he himself would have to win.

As the battle commenced, the men subordinate to him were busy with their own small clash. A few stragglers had remained, so the situation was that Law was against the leader of this stronghold, and the men he lead were in a fairly evenly matched fight, although they were obviously winning. Law gained a bit of time in between clashes, and, acting from long range, gave his men even more of a decisive advantage. There was now no fear of them losing, or even losing many men. With this assured, he began to focus wholly on the demon before him. He was clearly winning here, but this demon proved to have a lot of tricks up his sleeve, time and time again. Law didn't believe that this was because the demon was particularly intelligent, it had probably just accrued a large amount of battle experience.

Eventually, however, Law found himself in an obviously winning position, and acted upon it accordingly. He knew that he would lose his arm, but that had never been a problem in the past, he'd just reconnect it, or, worst case scenario, create a new one for himself after they had taken the fortress. As he struck the killing blow however, something that he had not anticipated took place. The demon had been prepared to lose this battle, and had acted accordingly. As it died, it released the demon magic that it had been storing, creating a portal to Demon World. This portal released a vortex that began to draw everything in the room into it at a frightening rate. Law could use his room to counteract this, he was sure, unfortunately the men he'd brought into this mess were too far from him for his room to cover them both.

"Fuck."

With little time to act, Law decided to shield the Vastime Soldiers from certain death in Demon World, and was drawn into the portal. He didn't imagine it would take too terribly long for him to escape, if he could just figure out how Demon World operated. He was mistaken.

Sat Feb 27, 2021 12:34 am

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Artist: Nujabes/Idst - Song: BattleCry - Word Count: N/A

As Law passed through the portal and arrived in the realm of demons, he had only one thought.

"This is fucking gay."

The demon he'd been fighting previously was lying on the ground near him, obviously dead. Still, Law removed his head just to be sure. His own left arm was nowhere to be found, so he began to generate a new one. As he did so a strange feeling began to radiate from the wound. He inspected it carefully and realized that the cut had been infected with some sort of demonic magic, and that, at least for now, he would be able to do nothing about it. He'd simply be stuck without an arm for a time. He let out a sigh.

"This is really fucking gay."

He began to explore the area around him, looking for any signs that would lead him in one direction or another. Eventually he realized that this was pointless, and simply began walking in whatever direction he was facing. This lasted for several days. Several, painfully uneventful days. After a time he ran into a group of demons scavenging a pile of rubble. He approached them, wondering if every demon in demon world was a little piece of shit, or if he could possibly gather some information. They immediately leapt towards him, all at once. Law was well past the point of giving a fuck at this point, and simply activated his room. Using nothing but the telekinetic ability his room gave him, he ripped them all to shreds, deactivated his room, and continued to walk in the same direction he had been. The only thought he had about this interaction was that he seemed to be a bit stronger than he remembered.

Several weeks passed in much the same way. He walked, finding small groups, or perhaps large groups, of demons every so often. He gave them the benefit of the doubt. They all displayed their eagerness to die. He killed them. Rinse. Repeat. He ate whatever meager plant life he could find. Something told him that he didn't want to consume any of the meat from demon world, especially not that of the demon's themselves. This was annoying. A month into his journey, Law came across what appeared to be a stronghold, although it was quite unimpressive. He entered it with little regard for the consequences. He never attacked first, but immediately killed anything that was aggressive towards him in any way. Eventually, he reached the end of the small castle, finding a demon who seemed larger than the others, and in some imperceivable way stronger. This demon did not immediately attack him, but began to speak instead.

"Ah, you aren't one of us, are you. I bet you want to get out of here, eheheheh. Well, the only way to do that is with demon magic, something I'm sure you don't have. And don't think any of us will be helping you eith.."

Before the demon could finish his sentence, Law stood with the severed head of this antagonist in his grasp. He looked the demon in the eyes, and spoke as the last few seconds of the demons life rapidly passed by.

"You talk too much."

With this, he flung the head off to the side, exited the small castle, and continued on his way.

Sun Mar 07, 2021 6:24 am

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Artist: Nujabes/Idst - Song: BattleCry - Word Count: N/A

Law continued down this route for several months. He found Demon Strongholds, he eradicated them, he tried to find any piece of information he could about how he would exit this disgusting place, and he ultimately failed. He was aware at all times of the fact that he was always vulnerable here. He never lost hope that he would eventually escape, but he did become more cynical as his time in Demon World Dragged on. He began to slaughter more mercilessly, and with less provocation. He went out of his way to engender confrontation, and reveled in it. This continued for the entirety of his time in this plane of torture.

He learned much about the extent of his abilities while he was trapped here, and in the end he felt that he had a far greater understanding of not just his own strength, but of the strength of his Zanpakuto. He learned how to manipulate things with much greater dexterity, and at a speed which he had never before considered possible. He learned that he could create a room outside of his own personal sphere of influence, and that he could essentially create a black hole at its center, which would only act within the aforementioned room. This was, without a doubt, an incredible discovery, which he continued to utilize for the rest of his time in Demon World.

After more than a year had passed, Law eventually ran into the demon that would allow him to escape from this hell. He saw from a distance that the demon was already creating a portal that was similar to the one that had transported him here, but there were more than a few demons in between himself and that portal. With literally zero regard for anything he went on a slaughterfest. There would only be so much time in between when the portal was opened and when it was closed, and there were hundreds of enemies in his way. Law unleashed a room, much larger than his usual, surrounding all of his enemies. In simply a matter of moments they were all reduced to nothing. Literally nothing, there was no sign of them at all. He then sprinted towards this central demon. With a quick swing of his sword he beheaded the demon right as the portal opened. He subsequently jumped through the portal, and found himself once more in the world of humans. In Africa, to be precise.

"Dope."

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