6 Hell above, Heaven below

It was the middle of the night, Daz knew despite being inside without a means to view the sky, as his inner clock was just that precise. Behind him all of the slaves that had decided to follow him for now were lined up while another rather small group had decided they would try their luck on their own.

Slightly behind him stood the munchkin, worrying her lower lip in apprehension while the rest of the slaves displayed either nervousness or tried to be as stoic as possible, with varying degrees of success.

"Alright ladies and gents, there is only one rule you'll need to follow and that is being as silent as a grave. Just do as if you were still slaves and we'll be fine. Now, of we go!" Daz said after which he pushed open the large doors of the manor, leaving behind only the doctors and the two corpses of the mutilated Tenryuubito, a rather uncommon sight in the holy land.

With both of his hands stuffed into his pockets and a lollipop rolling in between his lips with its stick sticking out of his still worn mask, Daz walked straight out of the door and began walking down the finely built road that stretched from one end of the holy land to the other, along the way tall and towering mansions looming over the group.

Despite it being relatively dark outside, with only the light of the moon providing any visibility to the group, the extravagant and completely unnecessary luxury displayed by the holy land was rather plain to see. Golden inlaid lamps, doors and fences lining the streets while at one corner a fountain even spewed wine for fucks sake!

Occasionally a cloud would drift by the group, with more doing so in the distance, which explained one of the reasons why the holy land had earned itself its name, besides the bloody retards who lived in this place.

Unsurprisingly, the group met not a single Tenryuubito out on the streets with their slaves in tow as it must be close to midnight by now and all of them were probably snoring away their life in their mansions.

The only people on the streets were the different kinds of guards that were exclusive to Mary Geoise, the holy land.

For one there were the normal knight like guards, decked out in thick metal armour with fine embroidery showcasing even more luxury, each carrying a stick weapon that was some mix between a spear and a sword. It had a long hilt just like a spear but also possessed the swords long blade, excellent for poking from a distance.

Besides those guards there were the agents/bodyguards/servants/lapdogs of the Tenryuubito, the men most often seen in the company of the Tenryuubito, wearing their trademark black suits, glasses and bowler hats.

Once upon a time Daz had wondered how a man could possibly be so bereft of any kind of dignity or pride but nowadays he didn't really give a shit anymore. He himself wasn't some kind of virtuous paragon either and had other things to worry about than some spineless dickface that probably helped those morons would be gods to take a shit if asked to do so.

Anyway, their progress was completely unimpeded, something that pissed Daz off a little if he was being honest with himself. He hadn't really had had his desire to smack something around satisfied in a while, the two Tenryuubito not counted for obvious reasons.

He yearned a challenge, something he could let off some steam, even though he knew that he would be disappointed for a while…probably. And besides, he had the munchkin to take care of, so ye, that was that.

They progressed smoothly, gaining more and more distance from the towering white castle in the distance that loomed over Mary Geoise, like its inhabitants the elder stars did, growing smaller and smaller while their group came closer and closer towards the lift that would send them down towards the ocean.

Until they reached said lift, only to be confronted by a small teeny tiny obstacle. Obviously, the entrance to the holy land had guards stationed at it as well, taking protocol who entered and left the holy land on orders of the elder stars.

One of the guards approached Daz with a blank look on his face, no emotion betraying his face while his eyes were hidden behind those black glasses of his. His attitude and looks then caused the slaves behind Daz to tense, which caused the other watching guards to frown slightly.

Obviously, the groups behaviour grew suspicious rather quickly, but Daz had never believed them to be able to keep up this charade when under pressure to begin with. Behind him, the munchkin unconsciously gripped Daz's jacket in quite obvious fright, but Daz remained as relaxed as always.

And why wouldn't he? There was nothing here that could threaten him even in the slightest.

"I must ask you where you intend to bring the property of our gods, agent." The lapdog in black asked in a monotonous voice while the guards behind him grew restless after a few seconds of silence, simply because Daz hadn't seen fit to answer that question but instead took stock of how many guards there were so he wouldn't miss one later on.

"Sir, I must insist. Where do you inte- " the lapdog though never got to finish his second attempt to inquire as he fell to his knees while clutching at his throat from which blood began to trail down, until the man collapsed to the ground with finality.

Behind the now dead-dog the guards either couldn't believe what they had just seen or were simply confronted with a situation so outside of their expectations that it blasted apart their apparent perfect world view.

Though, one thing let to another and soon the group of guards had realised that they would have to fight against an agent of CP0 and couldn't stand the pressure of their looming ends, thus they either tried to flee or hide, both rather stupid ideas if you asked Daz himself.

Turning around slightly though, Daz remembered that he wasn't alone anymore and put one hand over the munchkin's eyes and told her to keep them shut for a few seconds until he told her otherwise. She did, so Daz did what he could do best.

In a soundless flicker of movement, Daz disappeared from his former position, only to stay gone while the guards fell one after the other, each crying out or simply collapsing after something of deadly sharpness cut into them or pierced their bodies, like a nightmare hunting them all to the last one, while none could escape from it.

Barely a second later, Daz reappeared before the group in the same position he had been in before, while he plucked a handkerchief from his suits pocket and wiped of his right hand with practised motions. Throwing the now soiled piece of fine cotton away, Daz put his now clean hand behind the munchkin and without effort lifted her onto his shoulder, though she kept her eyes close, just as Daz had asked of her.

Motioning for the now deathly pale group of slaves to follow him through the plaza before the lifts, now littered with obviously dead guards strewn about, they entered the lift and after a last glance back, they began their descend from heaven to earth, an irony that wasn't lost on Daz who couldn't help but chuckle slightly at life's small jokes.

Soon they had left behind the horrors of Mary Geoise and that small altercation at the end, so Daz told the munchkin to open her eyes, which she did and was promptly stunned into silence.

Why? Well, it wasn't any day that you got to see the grandline in all its beauty from a position normally only reserved for gods or those with the ability to fly. And for a little girl, let alone a little munchkin, the view was simply the greatest thing she had ever laid her eyes upon.

So there they stood and watched, and stood, and stood, and yea, the descend took quite a while…