What Enel hates the most, probably even more than the countless warriors he killed in his life, and the hypocrisy of the Skypeian’s people, or the Birkan, was to the threat of sensing something he doesn’t understand. It became a daily habit for him, to scan the entire island he’s ruling with a strong – godly – hand, only to bathe in his own power. It’s been years now since he’s eating alive with his other self, the very one he embraced to become ruthless, calm and inhuman. He fears what he doesn’t know because God needs to control everything. And while his mantra is once again scanning the island, he suddenly frowns, sensing an aura which is neither Skypeian, Birkan or Shandorian, but not even human as well.
“Kami?” Shura, one of his priest and follower, asks him, as he witnesses his sudden tensed attitude.
Enel raises his hand to forbid Shura to speak, as he closes his eyes to increases his mantra and focuses on that one particular person. Who are they? No… No that’s not the good question here. What are they? They breath, they thinks, they are drinking something but… He has never sensed something like this before. He doesn’t like it at all. He feels his wrath growing like a flood, electric water ready to suppress whatever threat he would meet.
“I’m going myself.” He states as he stands back up from his usual sitting spot, pushing away the servants who are coming with more trays of fresh fruits. His mood couldn’t be worse right now, and thankfully, his priests know him enough not to open their mouths anymore. Whoever is putting God in such a cruel state shall fear his judgement, and as Enel wants to abandon his Garden, it only means the threat is concerning enough, even for the priest to feel endangered.
Without any warning, he transforms himself into his logia form, traveling at the speed of light to appear in the middle of Skypeia’s main street. His sudden apparition makes the whole town upside down, Skypeian people screaming and running away. He loves to bathe in their terror. He would enjoy it better if that individual wasn’t sitting there.
“You.” He speaks with the coldest voice, eyes full of dark promises. “What are you?”
“Me.” He greets God with a simple nod of the head.
He hears the so-called God coming, of course - with all of his power, it seemed even he was not immune to the senses of Haki. Still, the moment the God arrives is almost just that; a moment. A shocking experience for anyone to witness. Civilians on the street scream and run away from their deity, while Nacea takes another sip of his drink, staring blankly at God.
Honestly, he wasn’t impressed.
He couldn’t tell if it were the ear lobes, or the pants, or the way he carried himself. Something about this God just screamed try-hard. It was distracting enough to make him forget he was drinking spoilt milk.
Then again, was that his thought? Or was that merely another one of Osiris’? He’d spent so many years living together with the deity, their thoughts had almost gotten twisted into one.
Fake God or not, he did seem to have a logia power. Electricity, at that. This was not a man to be trifled with.
“I’m merely a traveller in this Sky Island. Am I correct in assuming you’re this ‘Kami’ I’ve been hearing so much about?”
He smiles behind his mask.
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