Limb From Limb

"CITY LORD WOO, I'LL TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!"

12 blood red wings appeared to Law's back. The sound of heartbreak radiated over the city and everyone saw a sight they would never forget.

Law, a young man they had all come to know in the last half decade stood in the skies amidst the blood red pillar of light. Hovering a small distance from his back, 12 red wings with feathers as sharp and reflective as blades flapped. In his left arm, he clung tightly to two severed heads and streams of bloody tears fell from his eyes and along his cheeks.

Dragging along on a chain attached to his ankle, the mangled half-dead body of Patriarch Jones dangled in the air. His mournful cries were completely muffled behind Law's ghastly killing intent.

Everything about him screamed bloody murder. The resentment in his tone and expression made those watching on shiver from a breath of cold.