The Will of A Queen

“It was once a city ruled by Gods. Entities who wielded such power that they formed the land themselves effortlessly. There were castles of pure chocolate, armies of biscuits, trees that danced as little girls strolled through the golden pathways of the ever watching forest. I was even once told that cupcakes would jump into one’s mouth if they so desired. Though fairy tales weren’t born here, they sure as did manifest,” Legs spoke regrettably, her eyes becoming sad as she viewed the state of the island. “It’s sad that such an empire fell to the sands of time; nothing but a remnant of a bygone era. The people of this island…no wonder many of them have starved and resorted to piracy. They never truly learned how to take care of themselves in such a paradise.”

As she gazed upon the barren archipelago, the winds of the howling storm that had plagued Totto Land since Big Mom’s unfortunate passing so many years ago, Legs felt a genuine sadness. Yet, there was a deep motivation that sparked within her. Big Mom was truly a wonderful Empress, one who cared extensively for the natives and immigrants of her lands, to all of those who pledged allegiance to her virtues and will. She had treated them perfectly, provided them a paradise they would never see abandoned. Though, in death she could not, and her very ambitions that once forced the world to bend to them disappeared with it. Her only legacy, that of the land, died with her.

“Therefore I must forever be present in this realm. I must not falter, and I must not fail, even to death itself. I must gain the power to forever change this world, to input my will into the very fabrics of nature. It’s my duty to restore these lands, to welcome back that former paradise. I pray that my power is enough.” Legs glanced back towards her assistant who listened attentively: a tall, Kuja warrior. She hadn’t spoken a word, and hadn’t planned to do so either. Not now, at least. Not while her Empress was drenched in her own thoughts. “I’ll be going now. I need to acquire the individual we have come here for. She’ll be vital in our upcoming plans,” Legs informed, her image simply fading from her spot before the Kuja woman. Her feet landed upon the sands of the coast, though, the scent of such sands resembled what appeared to be some form of icing. Yet, the scent simultaneously indicated a staleness to what would have at one point been considered truly tasteful. She sighed in disappointment, still opting to take a taste.

“Bitter,” she said expectedly.

There was a large part of Legs that had admired Big Mom, perhaps because she believed herself to be exceptionally like the woman. They were both abandoned by those they trusted, used for ulterior motives. But, even in the end, they both simply wanted a place to truly call home, to create a paradise where everyone could live happily and carefree. Big Mom often fell into her sociopathic cravings that devastated her cities, and every so often she stole the soul of some man in anger, but she used that power for the benefit of society. There were people who believed Legs to be nothing but a monster. She was a being who devoured people for her own amusement, for her own selfish reasons. Though, she didn’t deny it. She enjoyed the sensation of slurping the life that was meant to transition to another world, and she did it for her own ambitions, and no one else’s.

It was because the world around her was evil, and the people around here were dumb. What good were they for anyway? Causing Wars? Selling people? Killing in cold blood? Living for no purpose? There was a vacancy that the Sea Devil, the original god of this world left when he ascended into the heavens, leaving mankind to govern itself, providing powers to truly make a difference. It was natural for one to want to protect their loved ones, to do better for the people they care about, but such leads to wars, and that ultimately cannot be stopped. Her problem was not with the world itself, but with the hearts of humanity. It is why she would eventually ascend that throne, and use her power to rewrite the nature of the human soul itself.

Legs shook herself from her thoughts, approaching a growing calamity with the passing second. “I know you’re here, Lord MuuMuu!” Legs announced, her voice echoing across the city itself, amplified by a miracle of her own accord. “I want to meet with you! Come out from behind the mountain! Show yourself!”