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Gloom birthday

Third pov
"And that shall be your training for the day." Lucious said casually.

Without a word, Itami stood up, and swiftly left the cold white room. Casually, she stepped over all of the bloodied weapons without a single word. Immediately she was met face to face with the sneering butler of the Lucifer manor: Efrit Dante. Itami & Efrit have never ever been on good terms, as Lucious manipulated Efrit to think that what Lucious is doing to Itami, is right.

"Well, we best be going, birthday girl." Efrit spat.

As much as Itami wanted to snap Efrit's spine, she didn't dare do it. Last time she laid a single hair on Efrit, Itami was beaten until she only had one litre of blood left.

Efrit roughly cuffed Itami's wrist & neck, and dragged her through many hallways, and then finally, threw her into her bedroom once he took the cuffs off her. Itami stood up with a slight wobble, her hair curtaining her face. She looked up, and on her bed, she found a new ball room gown; one that she immediately hated because of the style. There on the dress, was a simple card.

"Happy birthday, Dolor." Itami read with a dulling voice.

Immediately, she threw the card into the bin, and chucked the dress into the pile of dresses that she all hated (but was forced to wear). Itami laid down on her awfully comfortable bed, tears already spilling. She sniffed & sobbed.

"H-Happy birthday t-to you..happy birthday to y-you...Happy birthday d-dear Itami....Happy B-birthday t-to you...." Itami sang with a cry.

*meanwhile on the Grand Line*

"Huh?" Ace mutters.
"What's wrong, yoi?" Marco asked

Ace stared out at sea, his eyes full of curiosity.

"I swear I heard someone sing Happy birthday just now...."