2 chapter 2 the trash

It was time for Peter to be given birth to together with his twin that he had by now figured out to be a girl. He was pretty excited because he was wondering for the past 8 months in which pillar he would be born. Now he would finally know. He also didn't need to care about not knowingtheir language because in the one piece world he had eten the language language fruit. As long as he heard a word in that language he would be able to understand and speak the language.

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He was born. He and his twin sister where laying in a babybox with their parents looking at him. The first one to speak was the man.

"The girl has quite the demonic energy. The boy however, is just extremely weak. The girl is gonna be called Sona Sitri. The boy however, he isn't worthy of the name Sitri. he will be called Jonas Curse."

"The Sitri pillar huh. Eeh, wait a second, I had weak demonic power. Where the hell are you talking about. I was weak? Hah, your mother is weak."

{Indeed partner, how dare they call me the mighty red dragon emperor weak. Hah, bunch of morons.}

"Yeah, you're totally right. Let's show these bastards our power..... Who the hell are you?"

{Ah hello Jason, as I already said, I'm the red dragon emperor Draig. Nice to meet you.}

"Yeah sure, but aren't you supposed to be in Issei as we are speaking?"

{Yeah, I read your memories about that. Can't believe that we are fiction there by the way. But even though you're a devil your soul is still human. And somehow with an immensely small possibility I ended up within you instead of in Issei.}

"Alright I'll just take it. Now let us become the strongest being in this world."

{Sure partner, let's do it.}

Anyway back to the parents who were still talking: "Are you serious with this dear? are you really going to let him live as a servant. I mean, even if his demonic power is weak he is still your son."

"No my beloved, that's exactly the reason: Such trash isn't my son. He is just worthless trash that isn't even worthy of being a servant. He should be glad that I am letting him live."

"Alright dear I understand."

"Oh yeah? I am a worthless trash that should be thankful that you let him live. Well fuck you goddamnit."

And that's how Jason Sitri/Curse was born.