You were what they would call, a temperamental coward, and you actually were one to boot.
Spiders creeped you the hell out, clowns were demonic beings of the underworld, the dark was definitely terrifying, mirrors were forbidden to go near, but what you feared the most was your absolute worst nightmare, psycho knife wielding murderers.
Every time you would hear a crash or a squeak in the middle of the night, you'd become scared stiff underneath all of your thick, fluffy sheets imagining that some lowly gang member or ne'er do well has broken into your home with the sole purpose of stealing your life.
But that doesn't mean you were weak, in fact, you had no idea that you were definitely hands down, one of the most powerful female fighters in the whole country, if not the continent.
When you weren't cowering in fear or high tailing it out of every frightening situation you came across, you could kick all sorts of nasty ass with your akuma akuma powers model: nightmare monster.
With the stereotypical bat wings and horns, the only difference was that these features were physically made out of a black sandy substance made of soul crushing fear and pure darkness, but you hated this.
You despised your own power, you feared how much strength it gave you from the fear of others and how sadistic it made you under its influence, so you never used it in public, nor when it wasn't absolutely necessary, which made everyone around you think you were a 'normal' since they never saw you use a power of any kind.
But you never considered on correcting them, ignorance was indeed bless, at least for you, it wouldn't be such a good thing if hell raisers always came after you looking for a fight, or for the police to try and recruit you into their ranks.
So, with another dreary sigh, you pulled on your dark (F/C) dress and grabbed your black purse for another day at work in the ever so boring but undeniably super safe office.
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Doflamingo loudly sighed within the confines of his incredible palace up high in Dressrosa Avenue, he was bored once again, and lonely again.
But he never understood why he felt that way, he had everything he wanted, unmatched wealth all at his disposal, a limitless army of foolish henchmen who followed every beck and call, a 'family' of valuable characters who believed they were important to him and would go to great lengths just for his sake, many beautiful women fit for being his 'lovers'
So why did he feel things like loneliness, when all he wanted was to watch this whole city burn underneath his feet? To watch them all crumble to ruins? To rule over them like the fallen god he's become.
Was he possibly lacking something? Although he knew the answer he didn't want to admit it himself, he'd be admitting a weakness, a common weakness that even the strongest couldn't deny.
He wanted a soulmate.
The giant bird just couldn't shake off that primary desire within him, to share his life with one who was perfectly made for him in every way, to match him like a mirror and complete him like another half, to love and care for like the most precious thing on the planet, someone who would protect and provide him with the very best in life.
But he knew better than that, there was absolutely no one out there who could satisfy him, or even possibly match him as an equal, that could actually take a place in his frigid, dead heart.
The man was just about to reach for his bottle of liquor when he felt a small but noticeable pull, and from his sudden pause, the bottle was softly struck by his finger and accidentally tipped over to be smashed onto the floor.
As the expensive wine poured everywhere, Doflamingo gasped as the pull continued to gradually get stronger with each and every breath, there was just no way.
It was impossible, he knew what this pull meant but he just couldn't believe it, with a sudden rush of adrenaline, the renegade noble pounced out of his chair and ripped open the curtains and panes to his gigantic window.
Leaning out of the dreadfully dark room, his eyes gazed over the mixed crowd of people and cars bustling in the streets, his mouth dried when he finally caught sight of the only one who stood out and called him...and she was different.
Her (H/L) hair was tied up into two messy ponytails/pigtails while she wore an elegant (F/C) dress, a golden bracelet hanging loosely around her wrist, a black purse and some light makeup.
Paying close attention to her body movements, he would guess she was a paranoid coward from the way she walked and how her eyes darted around the place, looking for every reason or sign to bolt for safety at the presence of danger.
With a small scowl he sighed in disappointment, a coward, how marvelously grand is that, how could someone so pathetically gutless be for him? And why was he even still attracted to her?
He was just about to fight his instincts while trying to ignore the increasing pull and pay her no mind, but that was until something interesting and unexpected happened, some random man next to her pulled out a gun.
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"Don't move" the icy voice commanded, it was straight down venomous, filled with the intent to completely eradicate their victim, and the victim was you.
Nervously turning towards the voice, you blanched when you saw the close up black pistol being pointed directly at the center of your head, holy shit that's scary!
With a deep frown, the man scowled at you with a disgusted sneer, as if your obvious cowardice was something spat out of some sick cat and onto his brand new shoes, "now get down on your knees with your hands on your head ugly"
..What did he say!? Ohhh no, no one ever mentions your pet peeve and lives to survive it! Calling you ugly!
"What did you just call me you wretched scum!?" The man seemed to have been greatly startled from your unexplainable outburst and stared at you in shock and anger, who the heck would talk like that in a situation like this!?
"Watch your mouth you wh-" "no you listen here human trash" as you continued to growl, a black aura started to swirl around you and take shape making him pale, he didn't think you would have a power that was actually dangerous.
As your horns started to materialize, you sneered at him and began to get up in his face, "you have a lot of fucking nerve you man whore, talking to me like that! You are nothing but useless garbage that came to life until it was known as your pitiful existence, worthless shit like you..deserves punishment"
Just when he was about to shoot your arm in rage, you swiftly grabbed ahold of his neck and raised him up as your wings appeared, smirking as he flailed, you made a few experimental flaps, your claws dug into his tender flesh making small trails of blood race down his jugular like sweat.
Why don't you give this fucker the last ride of his unimportant and wasted life?
With a toothy smile full of sharp, needle like fangs, you wrapped the thick sandy darkness around his mouth and nose as you flew up with him tight in your powerful arms, looking down at the freezing mass, you saw the people in the crowd gasp and point up at you in fear and awe.
Oh now just wait, this bloody bloody blood show was just getting started now that you took ahold of the reins!
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Wow, she was absolutely beautiful.
Doflamingo has never felt this awestruck in his life, it was like the devil has stolen his breath away, which concerning the situation might not be that exaggerative.
Never has he seen such a dark and morbid beauty, nor such a sinful smile with sinister intent, it was so freezing cold, it sent shivers down his back feeling the sheer animosity that was behind that fearful domestic coat, for once in his life, the blonde felt like he was inferior compared to this evil beauty that just a moment ago disgusted him.
She was a real demon, a perfect fit for a fallen holy god such as himself, she really did complete him entirely, and just maybe, he could bring a tad of warmth into those chilling eyes, the only question now, was how was he going to convince that scaredy cat of a beauty to stay put?
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Once you flew past the highest building in the entire city and landed right on the tip of the lighting rod, you looked down once again to see the worthless trash cling onto your arm with a very frightened expression on his face, he looked as if he saw death itself, looking it right into its black cavernous gaze.
But no, he wasn't, not just yet.
With a deep demonic chuckle, you tuned out the useless noise around you when he stared pleadingly into your eyes and weakly begged for mercy, but you only grinned before weakening your grip and letting go completely, with a shriek of terror he plummeted down towards the town as you madly laughed sadistically at the sight.
You stopped flapping your wings as you willingly fell off the beam to follow him in the drop and smirked as the people below started to panic and scream at the sight in realization.
Giving him a giddy and almost innocent wave as you passed him in the drop, you gracefully opened your wings at the last moment and landed on a nearby traffic sign before you looked up to watch him splatter onto the street like a paintball.
Just when he was about to hit the ground and your vengeful cravings would be complete, you noticed something large and pink fly behind you, so you turned around by reflex.
The sound of a high inducing 'splat' met your sharpened ears as the people in the streets and close buildings shrieked in horror, and you could tell some even lost their lunches from the feint smell of bile in the air, dang it! You missed it! But the guy in front of you seemed much more important at the moment.
He towered above you with a hair raising and heart pumping unnatural cheshire grin that shook your soul into the coldest fear you have ever felt in a long time, and you grimaced as he hunched over to examine you closer from under his creepy, multicolored shades.
The guy freaked you out despite the weak tingly feeling in your chest, the feeling was almost felt like a carnivorous butterfly was trapped in your throat and was trying to rip itself out, not liking the heavy atmosphere settling around him, you were about to make a quick retreat when suddenly, you couldn't feel yourself move, not even an inch.
It was like you were frozen in place, but you definitely knew it wasn't the fear pulsing through your veins, when it came to the three F's, fight, flight or freeze, you never once froze at the face of danger, so what's going on?! This isn't good!
You were about to lose your mind and freak-out like a cornered animal until he gently leaned forward and caressed your sensitive left horn with his giant and surprisingly gentle hand, "hello my beautiful monster, I'm Doflamingo" what now?
Doflamingo....as in the fucking mob boss and infamous king of the underground?! The crazy knife wielding killer?! Ohh shit, oh shit your worst nightmare actually came to life!
It was like whatever was holding you down finally broke apart and snapped like a dry twig from your sudden fear, because as soon as you felt the tight grip around you disappear, you bolted right out of there in the opposite direction.
"Oh fuck! All you crappy trash bags get outta my way! I'll freaking char all ya'll asses and dance on whatever the fuck remains!" Your loud, boisterous threats frightened the large amount of people as you leaped into the crowd and let your wings and horns dissolve into the breeze to blend in with the now scattering mass of hysteric citizens.
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Doflamingo cussed when she fled into the streets like a spooked lamb at his name, maybe he should have tried a different approach, but instead of getting contact with Diamante, Trebol and Pica like he normally would have done, the weakening feeling of her swiftly getting out of his reach made him feel rushed, and instead he bolted after her in the broad of day.
Several people screamed at the sight of him gliding overhead and began to call for the authorities, just fucking great, but catching her was his first and only priority.
Feeling his chest tighten up in angst, he desperately swung his head around and scanned the whole crowd for a mere sight of her beautiful luscious (H/C) locks, his mind immediately went into overdrive when he didn't get anything, she didn't already get out of there?
Just when he was about to lose his shit and vent his anger onto the squirming crowd of innocents, he froze when he suddenly caught sight of her unmistakable dress.
Feeling a restless and starving beast roar from underneath his human skin, Doflamingo didn't even blink, his face became monotone before having a sudden burst of speed, he finally went into pursuit, but not as himself, but as the selfish beast he really was, chasing after the last thing he was missing.
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"Holy cow!" Anime tears began to pour down your cheeks and soak the sidewalks and roads you ran across as you continued to flee using the 'dabba dabba' technique, the madman has been chasing you for three straight hours, what the hell did he want from you already!?
You dared to take a glance behind and slightly sped up seeing him still gliding towards you not only a few feet away, he was starting to catch up, and him destroying all of the buildings you phased though didn't help to slow him down at all.
As you looked around you, seeing what condition the city was now under you couldn't help but compare the town to an apocalypse area, trees were cut into blocks all over the place, buildings were sliced like bread, even vehicles and boulders weren't spared from all of this chaos, half of the town was in literal pieces.
This was all over the news, or at least the soulmate channel that is..wait what!?
Having a double take at the screen, you became as white as a sheet seeing you being chased down by that feathery serial killer with bold letters written into the text, 'DOFLAMINGO STILL PURSUING HIS SOULMATE' you were that psycho's soulmate?! Fuck that shit! He'll fucking straight up murder your ass!
Oh god, was he planning on- you suddenly slipped on rubble with a sharp gasp of shock and mortification, and landed right into his awaiting arms with a soft thud, and you stiffened in terror as he gripped onto you bridal style.
Feeling fear and warmth flood all of your senses like an alcoholic buzz, you looked up and felt dizzy seeing his triumphant grin of victory, and not being able to take all of the thunderous emotions inside of you, without uttering a word you immediately fainted in his arms, wondering what the heck he was planning on doing to you.
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Doflamingo possessively clutched onto the troublesome demon in his arms and felt like slicing up everything and anyone who dared try to ruin the moment, in his arms was going to be his ultimate treasure, the one thing to take a place in his heart, what he had in his arms...
Was his cherished soulmate.