the silence of despair. ONE PIECE

ARC II- l'appel du vide

"What am I, if not human?
What can I do with my bloody hands?
what i'am aches in me.
when my hands are just tainted hands."

THE SILENCE OF DESPAIR

Your bones are only painted blood.

That's why it rots beneath your emptiness. You are not as alive as you may seem.

UMEKUI DAZAI is well-known around the world solely because of her existence.

She is the enemy to annihilate: the executioner, the devil, the prodigy, the enslaved one, the cursed one.

Despite the perception that history could show her to be the monster of tales, those who know her well know the sole reason for her existence. And those who are hunted down like prey by the world would only regard her as the one who freed them from the chains of the so-called celestial beings who bathe in cruelty and injustice and think they are immortal.

She was everything and nothing all at once, such an abnormality.

Her existence began in each place where her madness overcame, and the only thing she remembers is ruin. Perhaps she deserves this agony since she is the root of humanity, as they claim. Yet Umekui Dazai holds no meaning or faith in the thing they call "humanity."

In this world, what is humanity? Where is humanity? In a world where it's the first deception individuals peddle and embed into the foolish men of a void century, how would you define humanity?

If she holds no resemblance to humanity, then can she claim that she is merely a reflection of the world's cruelty? Slavery, wars, revolution, organization, government, royalties, armies and religions, power, and treasure: does truly the essence of the label humanity reverberate in those allegations?

If yes, what a perverted sense of humanity the deities condemn her for lacking. Despite this, they profess to be deities owing to the filth ichor that runs through their blood and the greed that mars their teeth.

So the dead ones question, "What exactly are gods with humanity?"

'Monsters,' the charred children yell.

How Umekui Dazai, a being who carries the weight of the world on her torn back, chosen as the bourreau of fate, is any different from the deities who hover over her from their thrones of bloody bones?

'Love,' the heartbroken souls wail.

Oh, love.

Maybe it is love that distinguishes her from the cruel deities, yet it spares no one from sorrow.

Can Umekui Dazai truly learn to love after the bearer of this emotion was snatched; ripped from her innards with vengeance and hatred? Is it possible for something corrupted by her inner demons to love others without dragging them with her to her tragic demise? Can a selfish being love and care for others without reenacting the pointless and millions of tragedies that the sky has laughed at in the past?

But the worst is yet to come, for what is more agonizing than loving or being loved when Umekui Dazai believes she is unlovable, undeserving, and devoid of everything?

Since Umekui once heard this man tell her that when two people love one other, their souls intertwine and merge into one sole entity. At his confession, Umekui was left feeling empty and hopeless as the void devoured her, and the voices inside did nothing but mock her misfortune.