Celestial Filth

Negotiations
The setting took place in a finely decorated room, a mansion that dwarfed even the size of a castle. Within it, a fat sat holding a glass of wine against his lip. Behind him stood two people, a Marine and a man dressed in a fitted-suit, but the coat found itself hanging from his shoulders.

The trio had their eyes locked onto the man who sat on the other side of the room, his blood hair and demeanor instantly gave him away as Ferrothorn Braxton of Staunton. He blew hot air from his nostrils and did everything he could to keep his saliva in his mouth. With his back leaned up against a wall, he opened his eyes to get a clean look at the World Noble before him.

"What's he doing here." Braxton asked himself, eyes drifting and locking onto the tanned man standing behind the World Noble. "To think this would be a passive negotiation would make me more than a fool, especially considering, he is here. Let me guess, my father sent you, Sandlewood Ashton." Braxton was no fool, he knew there was a bigger hand at play here, but he struggled in figuring it out."

"Ahh," Ashton began, reaching into his coat pocket and drawing out a cigarette. Propping it between his top and bottom lips, he held his fingers up to it and snapped them igniting a fire. "It's been a while since I've seen you, Ferrothorn Braxton and look just how big you've grown. I haven't seen you since like," Inhaling on the cigarette, he blew smoke over the Noble's head. "Forever."

Braxton responded with silence. He closed his eyes and crossed his arms tighter. "He acts however he wants to an extent no matter what anyone says, need it be World Noble or not. Sandlewood Ashton; former CP0, the first man to join the elite Delta Force, and a master of the Hai Hai no Mi devil fruit. I do not want to see how this will play out."