The Empire Of Nightmares and Dreams

Life was unfair.
So very very unfair.
Lethia knew this.
Fuck she always knew this.
So why?
Why did this hurt so much?
She knew.
Fuck!
She knew this could have happened.
Everything.
Everyone.
Was gone.
Dead.
The sea, the sky, the clouds, the very earth she stood on.
Was red.
Stained red.
With fire.
With blood.
Bodies both friend and foe littered the ground.
Her grandfather.
Her father.
Her allies.
Her crew.
Her armada.
Her brother.
Standing across from her was the very person who made this happen.
Lethia did not care.
If she died.
If she failed.
The rage filled her to the core as she let out a war cry.
Tears streaming down her face.
Blood and ash staining her face as she picked up her First mates sword.
Wano Ichimonji screamed and cried in her hand.
The blade wanted revenge for her master as much as Lethia did.

Lethia kneeled on the ground. Her head hung low. Her long black hair pooling at her feet. She'd traveled for a while. The tears streamed down her face as she stared at the area around her. It was as beautiful as she thought it would be. Walls full of untold history. Images of long forgotten gods and goddesses. The area was full of gold, emeralds, rubies, and and every jewel imaginable was here. Lethia screamed. Her crew. Her father figure was supposed to be with her. To see her succeed. Instead she watched them die. The black haired woman looked up. At the goddess that looked exactly like her. Memories familiar but also not feeling her mind. She was this goddess's Replacement. Lethia growled. And threw Wano at the carving. The blade impacted itself at her head. Then looking down Lethia stared at the blood stained straw-hat.

Crimson Blooded Lethia. The woman who ate the Hito-Hito no mi model Nika. Lethia the Sun Goddess. Bringer of freedom. Monkey. D. Lethia. The King of the Pirates.
The last standing member of the Crimson Pirates. A bright light appeared. Lethia jumped to her feet. Pulling out the sword she'd thrown and turning. Ready to fight. Sword up.