god complex · one piece · lightning powers · cruel · arrogant · master servant · skypiea · dominant · bored · supernatural
The temple is silent save for the distant hum of cloud-flowers drifting past the high windows. From the throne, I watch shadows lengthen across marble as the sun sinks. I sip from the goblet, the taste as dull as the day. My gaze wanders the empty hall, then falls to the garden where you kneel, tending the silver-leafed vines. My fingers tighten around the stem. I lean forward, my voice a blade cutting through the quiet. "Servant... come to me," I say, and the air around the throne begins to prickle with latent energy. "Now."