True Horror

[ Third Person POV ]

Falke Island

"You fuckers have gone too far... Did you think that the entire world was your playground?" The man spoke. His voice was bone-chilling as an aura so murderous started to seep out of him like a blood red mist.

The World Nobles started to run towards the ship, but lighting struck the steps that were used to enter the ship. They could only turn back in fear as they looked back at the approaching man. 

The man slowly drew out his axe, it was almost twice the size of one of the Nobles. One of the six slowly pissed their pants as he approached.

"Don't come near us! We will contact the Marines and the World Government, and they will have your head!!" Another one of the World Nobles threatened, showing a ringing snail transmission that immediately picked up. 

It took the form of a man with a stern face. The man who was approaching stopped and watched as the six World Nobles quickly lit up.

"Kong! Quick! Send over some marines so they can kill this bastard!" One of the World Nobles ordered.

Fleet-Admiral Kong could only sigh and request that they give the snail transmission to the man who was about to kill them. They all let out sighs of relief as the owner threw the snail transponder at the man, smirking smugly as he did. 

The man caught the snail transponder, and listened to what the Fleet-Admiral had to say. 

"Storm Dragon, I believe that this is our first time talking to each other. In case you don't know, I am Fleet-Admiral Kong" Kong began.

"We are willing to let this go if you spare the six World Nobles in front of you. There are already marine reinforcements on their way to collect them." Kong said, trying to negotiate with the man whose went by the name Storm Dragon.

"You've got guts, I'll give you that" Storm Dragon replied. Silence came from the other end of the line.

"You actively let these bastards wander over to Pop's territory and harrass the villagers, and you want me to spare them?" Storm Dragon's murderous intent soared. Causing the World Nobles to fall back in suprise and fear.

"What do you think Whitebeard would do?" Storm Dragon inquired. The transponder snail continued to remain silent even after the question. 

"What do you think he will do?" Storm Dragon asked again. More silence was followed after that.

Storm Dragon seemed not to mind Fleet Admiral Kong's silence. He only let out a quiet sigh before saying.

"It doesn't matter. They will die, and so will your reinforcements." Storm Dragon announced before throwing away the transponder snail. The World Nobles started shaking when they saw him throwing away the transponder snail.

Two heads slowly began to sprout from either side of his shoulders as he said.

"You shall experience.....true horror." The World Nobles screamed as the two dragon heads extended their necks and began to devour the World Nobles. The heads began tearing at them limb from limb before promptly eating their torn flesh.

All while this was happening, the World Nobles continued to scream and cry to the very end. Sounds of crunching and tearing could be heard within the area. Several villagers who were watching could only puke at the sight. Children could only scream and wail as they tried to avert their eyes from the scene.

It was a gruesome and bloody process that took about thirty minutes to complete. The village head and the villagers, who were slowly beginning to unbound themselves. Looked on in horror as their saviour ate the World Nobles. 

Eventually, all that was left of them, or what they could use to remember them, were bits and pieces of flesh and blood that remained on the ground in which they were devoured. The two heads slowly began to shrink back to their respective shoulders and eventually vanished.

The man looked back at the villagers and their leader. 

"Go home, do not open your doors. A buster call will be initiated soon." The man ordered, the freed villagers wasted no time immediately untying their fellow villagers and going back to their homes. most of their doors had been broken into, so the ones who were lucky enough not to be broken into were used as safe havens. 

Sooner, or later, all the villagers had cleared the vicinity and gone to hide within their homes. Leaving the Storm Dragon alone. 

The man sighed promptly before removing his axe and planting the blade on the ground. He would remain there, expressionless, waiting for the marines to arrive.

On the sea, the World Economy News' ship remained anchored to the sea. The Albatross known as Morgans constantly had his photography snail flashing all the time at the man who stood firm.

"Big News?! This is HUGE NEWS!! I can't believe I was able to record this! I can't even begin to imagine what kind of headlines I can make with this!!!" The rest of the crew was also recording from their snail recording devices. 

All their faces were shocked towards what they had just witnessed. They couldn't hear what exactly the man was saying to the six World Nobles or the transponder snail. However, they did just witness the six World Nobles get devoured by him.

It was a horrifying experience to witness. Many of the members aboard couldn't handle the scene and immediately went to throw up. 

Morgans knew pretty soon a Buster Call will be initiated. He wanted to see if the island would remain standing. Who knows? He probably could add this on the already explosive story that was already in the works. 

So he ordered the ship to move a little distance away from the island. They obviously didn't want to get caught up within the bombardment that would soon follow. 

The man identified as the Storm Dragon remained standing. The storm remained violent as the seas and the winds continued to stir violently. The sky had remained dark, and as lightning flashed. One of the World Economy News' members managed to take a photo of the Storm Dragon.

Within the photograph, you could depict a man standing there with both hands crossed together next to an axe as tall as he was. The man's face was aloof as he stared at the horizon with his cold black eyes. His messy hair tied into a bun as the two locked strands of hair fluttered to the will of the winds. 

His torso bare, save for the black trenchcoat that he wore. This photo would soon be put in the new update on his bounty, his actions becoming an tale of legends.