Three Months....

"Oi! Why haven't you spoken since you got here?"

"Don't bother. He won't say anything to us. He thinks he is still above us. Isn't that right Rear Admiral and former Guard Derous?"

Two prisoners, out of seven, that shared the same cell as Derous would continue to talk, but Derous wouldn't say anything. One of the Prisoners were right as he didn't think he was still above them, as well as everyone within this Prison.

"Hey, would you speak if I could get your shackles off?" This gained the attention of not just Derous but everyone else. The Man that spoke was truly ominous, hiding back int the shade of the cell. He face completely concealed and only the lower portion of his body, starting at his waist was visible.

"Hey, don't be talkin' lies. There is like only one person here that is able to get people out of cuffs. And they haven't been around for a while."

"Yeah, 're you dumb?"

More and more the Prisoners would begin to talk about the Man, and even a Guard would come by to hit on the cell bars to quite them down. After the Guard had done that there was a silence within the Cell.

"So, would you Derous?"

"If I can get these shackles off...I will say tell you the whole Bible." Derous would say, finally uttering words for the first time in three months. Once he spoke Derous would be tossed a key, which he would catch. Everyone would be in complete awe at this, as they didn't think the guy had a key. Derous would examine it and then try to unshackle himself, and he would. Taking of all of his shackles he would stand to his feet, and stretch, his wrist and ankles able to finally breathe. He would toss the key behind him, after examining it more, and the other prisoners would begin fighting over it. "What was that material? It felt like Marble?"

"Yes, that is right. Not many can guess that on the first try. But yes. That is what I made the key out of."

"How? They sterilize everyone and place Devil Fruit users, like myself, in Seastone cuffs."

"You are right. Well, kinda right. As they only use Seastone on known Devil Fruit users."

And there it was. The answer to Derous' question. As the strange man was completely right about what he said. Only if they knew the person was a Devil Fruit user would they use one of those cuffs, as to not waste it on all prisoners.

"So, what do you want me say to you, Friend?" Derous would ask him.

"All I want...before I pass. Is for you a former Rear Admiral...a former Guard at this God forsaken prisoner, plan to do now. Now that you are no long bound by those chains." Is all the Man would ask him.

Derous would pause for a second, as he didn't know what to say. For three months he actually asked himself a similar question, but didn't really get an answer. When he first was in front of those three Admirals and given this sentence he was overcome with anger, and killing them was all he wanted. And, honestly, that is what he still wants at this moment. But, what was his true goal now that he no longer could climb the ranks and become a Admiral.

"I wanted...to become an Admiral; so that I could exterminate those that went against the Law. But, I became that exact thing. I wanted to also, along the way, become Warden here at Impel down for awhile. But, those two things will never happen. I will never become a tool of Justice for the World Government. I though am not fine with that, and wish I could take back that one decision. But, I am on a new path. A path that will not be pleasant. Not for me...but for everyone within this world. Humans, Fishman, Dwarfs, Giants, even fellow Skypieans are toxic. Everything within this world is toxic. And I must...I must absorb that toxicity by devouring you in my own. So.....UTTER ANNIHILATION OF THIS WORLD IS MY PLAN FROM NOW ON!"

His speech would grab the attention of those within the Cell, they all finish unshackling themselves and also the door. How Derous spoke scared them, and they would begin to run out of the cell. Derous wouldn't pay any mind to them though, as they didn't matter. Nothing mattered.

"Is that so.....Then, I guess I was right in freeing you. But do one more thing for me." The Man would then slide a bag, made from his shirt, over to Derous. Derous would lift it up and peer inside, and see that more keys were made. "Change your name...Derous doesn't fit you."