WCI Palace Rubble
Sing, fat lady. Croak.
The most powerful women on the seas lay battered, at the end of their rope. Big Mom with age ailing her power, and La Spada at her prime, and the two were near equal. Such was the plight that, though La Spada outlasted the Queen, Death greeted Isis as well. A figurative tie. The two women were at the end of their life. One remembering her children. Another remembering her sisters. Both held family fast to their heart as Death came. Yet, La Spada would outlast the Queen. The sack of bones, cracked and in pile, would remain to see the Yonko die first. A victory for the soul.
A soul emerged from Big Mom’s body, so potent, the air fluttered. A Yonko’s soul. La Spada chuckled, as her eyes closed, her consciousness giving away and easing into death.
[Terra] “What are you doing, yah’ bitch! Who told yah’ yah” could die? Yah’ still have a job to do! Hundreds are waiting to be revived! Yah’ promised!”
[Nephitys] “We killed yah’ once. Why do yah’ think that was?! Decades of bliss without yah’. Let us rest some more! Only we decide when yah’ can die!”
[Mother] “Grab our hands, Isi!”
Suddenly, La Spada slowly opened her eyes, her pupils dilating. The Spada sisters had killed Isis back in Ivalice. A certain hate lingered, and they refused to have her back. Let us rest. La Spada still had a job to do. La Spada still have Ivalice to revive. Isis’ mouth closed, eating a small object, a
fruit, grown on her bones. In front of her, La Spada saw three women. Mother in the middle and her sisters beside her. All of them extending their hand, together at the center.
Empowered by the Warsongs, Isis reached out, grabbed the hands offered, and pulled herself up. In real time, in reality, one could see these were no hands, this was Big Mom’s very soul.
[Isis] “SOUL POCUSSSS!!!”
Big Mom’s soul, pink, cracked in La Spada’s right hand. It was a fight just to gain control over it. La Spada again fell to her knees. Suddenly, she screamed with might, Conqueror’s haki spawning off her, making the earth shake. With a tug, La Spada pulled Big Mom’s soul to her mouth, and bit down. The soul had a distinct candy crunch, a distinct voice who cursed La Spada. In a dramatic moment, La Spada inhaled the Yonko’s soul, consuming it.
Zeus would recognize it: the Soru Soru no Mi. Indeed, Zeus would realize what happened when he did not fade. Big Mom’s soul did not pass over, it remained, consumed.
[La Spada] “Kuhahahaha… Kuahahahaha! Kuahahaha! Kuahahahahaha!”
A short chuckle became a cackle. A cackle became laughter. Laughter became a wail of peril. Slowly and dramatically, La Spada’s bones began to heal. This was not just
some soul. This was
the soul. The crack that split La a Spada almost in half began to repair itself, slowly closing. As if welded, the scar lingered, but the bone healed. Likewise, La Spada’s left arm, once torn, was lifted off the ground, re-connecting to her shoulder blade and healing - Hade’s Hook brimming. La Spada’s right leg never came. The leg was shattered into too many pieces, unable to be restored, gone forever. Ice replaced the limb. The exhaustion was still there, but the body was
partially restored.
Rising from the dead,
again, the infamous La Spada stood tall, partially healed, saved from death. The woman licked her Shodai Kitetsu blade before re-sheathing it. Dramatically, the woman lit her cigar and inhaled deeply. La Spada was back. One yet to be crowned, but standing in front of the Queen’s corpse. The Grim who would become Death. The Princess who would become Queen.
Enter Yonko La Spada.
From the distance, one approached. From the shadows, slithering like a snake, horns adorning the head, one came, holding the promised end of the bargain.
