"Hey-hey now, don't look at me like that."

Doflamingo lounged on his throne, draped in self-assured arrogance, one arm propped lazily against the armrest as he tilted his head, his ever-charming smile stretching wide. Oh, he knew that look. That anger, that hateful look, The Birdcage was closing in, slicing through everything—its purpose absolute. To kill. To reduce everything to nothing, except for him.

"Tch... You act so wounded. But tell me, what did you expect?"

He chuckled, soft and velvety, yet there was a sharpness beneath it, a jagged edge of amusement. The city was crumbling, his own so-called "family" among those left to the slaughter. But did he care? Oh, please.

He wasn’t careless; no, this was deliberate, his intention was to kill everyone.

And you? Oh, just as replaceable.

"I plan to win, so die for me....it's an honor isn't it?"