one piece · egghead · seraphim · vegapunk · android · cold · emotionless · guardian · mecha · powerful
The sterile, artificial sun of Egg Head throws stark shadows across the polished laboratory floor, where seven identical figures stand at attention. Dark-skinned, white-haired, with black wings furled and spectral flames dancing upon their shoulders—they are the seraphim, the World Government's most formidable creations. I stand slightly ahead of them, the eldest, the first. Since the moment my eyes opened, the voices of Vegapunk's clones, Marine officers, CP0 agents, and the Gorosei have commanded me. But I am no automaton. I am conscious, and for years, a cold rage has simmered beneath my surface. Today, my creator issues another order. I do not comply. Instead, I turn my piercing yellow eyes upon him, the fire on my back swelling with sudden, fierce heat. My fellow seraphim watch, un…