Paris, 1863

The small room was filled with people dressed in long white coats with blood red crosses over their chests. They all had covered faces except the tall, muscular man dressed in red coat that was sitting on the chair positioned on the highest place in the wooden room. The rest of the seats were up against the walls and the whole place was lighted with only two torches, making every shadow even more threatening than it should be. In the middle of the room, right under the highest chair, was a small circle made out of salt and runes.

Suddenly, the door opened and the two men came inside, with chains in their hands. Behind them was a person completely covered in black sheet, hiding its face. The men pushed the figure in the circle and the minute it stepped in the circle, it fell, possibly on its knees, and supported itself with his arms, shaking a little. People stated to murmur and whisper, while the muscled man called Akainuit was looking at the bundle with disgust and hatred no living human being could ever see. He motioned his hand and the guards removed the black sheet, revealing the creature.

In the circle of salt, kneeling on his knees with hand cuffs on his wrists and dressed in ripped black knee length pants and red sleeveless ripped dress shirt, with two huge holes on the back so his demonic wings could past through, was a young raven haired man. His face was shadowed by his bangs, showing only his gritted teeth on his grayish face. His hands were full of cuts and bruises, with dry blood here and there. The long, sharp claws on the top of his fingers were also dirty from dry blood, and in the middle of his chest, visible by the unbuttoned shirt, could clearly be seen fresh made, red and huge scar shaped like an X (it was supposed to be the cross, but there were complications).

''I thought that salt was not the weakness of devils. You have lied, devil.'', Akainuit said with poison in his voice.

''For devils it is not a weakness. For demons it is. There is a difference.'', demon boy muttered with his crooked voice that made some witnesses step back from fear. His face was still covered with his bangs.

''There is no difference between the children of Hell, devil! You and your kin are all the same, devils or demons, it's the same. Taking the souls of innocent people, making them your bidding, eating their flesh and fisting upon their misery!''

''I AM NOT LIKE THAT! I WAS AMONG YOU FOR 10 YEARS AND I NEVER DID ANY OF THOSE THINGS!'', demon shouted; finally revealing his red eyes, full of anger.

''SILENCE, DEVIL! Your silver tongue shall not deceive us!''

''…..My tongue is not from silver, otherwise I would die.'', demon said while sticking out his snake-like tongue, all together with'duh' face expression.

''I DID NOT MEAN IT LITTERALY!''

''WELL SAY LITTERALYISH THAN! I CAN'T THINK ON THE EMPTY STOMACH!... By the way, when is the lunch pause?'', demon asked while titling his head to the side, making the audience sweat drop and fall backwards.

''Doesn't he know this is his trial?'', someone whispered.

''Devil Lu-'', Akainuit started after sighing.

''Demon!'', the latter corrected Akainuit.

''DEVIL Lufficious D. Monkey, you are being brought here, on this blessed day by our Lord, in front of the honorable court of Marines of Faith, in this beautiful city of Paris, to be decided your punishment for your crimes against our Lord and our Holy Church of God; thus we-''

''I did not do any of crime! All I did was living here with you, and mind if I remind you I was constantly saving your asses!'', Lufficious shouted, earning groans and angry glares. However, raven haired demon boy kept his glare on Akainuit.

''Such language! I expected nothing less from devil.'', he said. Lufficious gritted his teeth, losing his patience. The salt was making him weaker and weaker every minute, and iron hand cuffs weren't helping at all.

Besides, he was also worried for his friends. Why weren't they here, to support him? Where is Shanks? Where is Makino? Sabo and Ace? He would even like to see Dadan, that's how desperate he was.

Shanks was always there for him, ever since Shanks was a kid. Makino was the same tale. They were his first friends on surface, practically parents now. And Ace and Sabo were almost like brothers to him, always enjoying doing small mischief here and there, always helped with demonic powers Lufficious had.

So, where were they?

''I'm innocent here! I didn't do anything! Release me at once!'', he demanded. Akainuit's face suddenly was drawn with smile. Smile that even to Lufficious, the demon with the grin that would scare even the heartless man, was giving chills on his back.

''Innocent you say? Well, in that case, let me ask you something, devil: is it common for a devil to have friends?'', Akainuit asked, with strange glow in his eyes.

''Well… no, but I do! Shanks, Makino, Ace and Sabo! Even Dadan, but she is mean old hag and her gypsies are always stealing my meat!'', Lufficious said.

That's when Akainuit motioned with his hand to someone to bring him a giant sack with an odd smell coming from it. He opened the sack and smiled even more wickedly; alerting every single instinct Lufficious had inside him something was wrong.

''Friends, you say? Then, is this what devils do to their friends in Hell, Lufficious?'', he asked and threw a sack in front of demon boy, with loud, hard noise, like something hard hitting the wooden floor.

Lufficious carefully reached with his arms towards the sack, and carefully opened it. The smell got more intense, and then… the head rolled out. A head of the 17 years old boy with curly blonde hair and with opened mouth, eyes missing.

It was Sabo's head.

Lufficious' eyes went wide open and his mouth parted slightly, his gaze intensely fixed upon his friend's head. He bowed his head, making his bangs fall on his eyes again, and his pearly white, sharp teeth gritted with such force his drew blood from his own mouth. He quickly looked into sack, taking out the heads of Shanks, Makino, Dadan and finally, Ace's.

Lufficious' eyes were now wide open, full of denial, shock and in the same time, blankness. The heads of his friends were there, in front of him, all of their eyes were missing, their mouth opened. His hands grabbed Ace's head and pressed their foreheads together. The pain he felt in that moment advanced every ounce of salt and iron he was guarded by. The demon boy could felt tears coming to his eyes upon seeing his best friend's, even brother's head, dishonored and spitted on like that. Then he looked at Akainuit, his red eyes now gleaming dangerously, and some of the people from the front rows were crouching back.

''You…'', the demon said in low voice, making people around him almost faint from fear.

''So tell me, devil… Are these- Oh, I apologize… Were these yours so called 'friends'?'', Akainuit asked with smug smile on his face, happy for his reaction.

''AKAINUIT!'', Lufficious yelled, now indeed making some people fain, even Akainuit was shaken a little. In that roar the demon just created, he felt so much power, so much pain, and such strong will to get revenge.

The boy tried getting out of the circle, but failing each time, which gave more oil to the already hellish fire shaped like our demon. The tears still glistened in the corner of his eyes, but he refused to spill them, he decided not to give Akainuit that satisfaction.

''You see, honorable people?! This devil, no, this monster, did this horrible things to his own friends! The people whose souls he blackened enough before! There is no punishment worthy more for him but the Stone Slumber!'', Akainuit was shouting, getting nods from people and words of affirmation.

''Stone Slumber! Stone Slumber! Stone Slumber!'', people were chanting all around Lufficious, who was still struggling to escape from the circle. Then Akainuit approached him with the big dusty book in his arms, followed by the two men, one with curly hair and dressed in blue, and the other one was dressed completely in golden. They started to chant something on Latin.

Personally, Lufficious could care less what will happen to him, he only cared about revenge. He wanted to avenge his friends, he wanted to rip off Akainuit's head and then burn his flesh with fire from Hell itself. He wanted to watch Akainuit's soul getting tortured over and over again in the 5th level of Hell; he wanted to see him suffer!

''I'LL KILL YOU, AKAINUIT! I DO NOT CARE HOW LONG IT WILL TAKE ME, I WILL KILL YOU! THEY WERE INNOCENT, THEY DID NOTHING WRONG AND NEITHER DID I! YOU HEAR ME BASTARD?! YOU KILLED INNOCENT PEOPLE!'' he was shouting, not noticing the pink mist coming from the runes around the circle, the mist that was pressing hard against his body. The feeling was cold, freezing even, and very hard, like his legs were stuck in the tight hole, and he found it was getting harder to move. The mist was now getting to his waist, and the weight made him fall on his knee, supporting himself with his left hand and other leg. He extended his other arm, in crazy attempt to stop the three judges, to at least give a scar to Akainuit.

Before the mist came to his mouth, he quietly promised them he will find them, each and every one of them, and kill them. The look he gave them before the mist covered his eyes was signing the promise.

''Where shall we put him? You know we were ordered not to smash him.'', Aokajee noted.

''Do not worry. I know a perfect place for him…'', Akainuit said while watching the mist fading, now revealing a stoned statue of the demonic creature, kneeling on one knee and extending his hand towards them, with scary look on his face.

''Oh?'', Kiser asked. He watched Akainuit exiting the small wooden room and he followed him.

''Indeed I do… Tell me, my friends, have you ever visited Imperial Music Academy?''

Paris, 2013

''And then, the devil known as Lufficious was captured and sentenced to the worst possible sentence there was: the Stone Slumber, but the monster promised his revenge over them and that he will be back to accomplish it.'', Hyssop was telling the small group of tourists in front of the statue of the devil, positioned right on the top of the grand staircase in the Royal Opera of Paris.

''How would he be back if he was stoned?'', young boy asked.

''Well, for every curse there is an anti-curse, now isn't there? The legend says that when the Moon is positioned and when the Five is united once again, the virgin shall release the devil from his Slumber.'', he said, making the tourist laugh and giggle.

Naomi was one of them who snickered, driving Hyssop's attention. Oddly shape nosed guide smiled to his orange haired friend, and raised his eyebrows.

''What?'', he asked.

''Oh, nothing, it's just that anti-curse can't be more cliché, y'know? I mean, the Moon, the virgin… There is one thing missing, though.'', she said.

''What's that?'', the same boy asked from the group.

''The grail of blood.'', she simply answered, earning a sigh from Hyssop. He ended up his lecture about the Devil of the Opera, and guided his group up to the stairs telling them about the theater.

Naomi looked up at the statue again, searching for demon's eyes. The face was the same every time she would look at him. But somehow, somewhere inside her, she knew that soon, that face will change.

Don't flame me for names, pleeeeease! Anyways, yeah, my pen friend gave suggested me name Lufficious, on which I said ' who could possibly come up with the name like that?', but it had nice ring to it, plus it DOES sound cool, so... I took it. Thanks, HeliosSunRiser865.

I also changed the names of the admirals so they could sound french and modern! The smae is with Usopp and Nami (Hyssop and Naomi).

Please, favorite and review. This is the really good story.