The stench of smoke, garbage, and oil hung heavy in the Grey Terminal, a suffocating shroud of decay that the Goa nobles pretended didn't exist. To young Lucian, the noble-born son of Outlook III and twin of Sabo, it was the truth.
He had seen both worlds — the perfumed halls of their estate and this festering sprawl of desperation. And though his body was young, his soul remembered more: the story of One Piece.
That was why he followed Sabo into the Grey Terminal without hesitation, even when the soot made his throat burn. His twin's eyes were alive with defiance, fire burning against the chains of nobility.
"Lucian," Sabo whispered, tugging on his sleeve. "This is it… the outside world. Isn't it amazing?"
Lucian didn't answer at first. His golden eyes swept over the shacks, the starving children, the skeletal old men. He remembered panels of the manga, the flames that would one day consume this place. His jaw tightened.
"It's real," he finally said. "And cruel. But this is the world we belong to more than that mansion."
Sabo grinned, satisfied. "Then let's never go back."
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It didn't take long for trouble to find them.
A group of older boys cornered the twins, demanding the small pouch of coins Sabo had stolen from his parents. But before they could attack, another boy appeared — freckled, dark-haired, his glare sharper than any blade.
"Get lost," the boy growled, standing between the twins and the gang. His fists were already bleeding, but his stance was unshakable.
The gang cursed, spat, and fled. The boy turned on Sabo and Lucian with the same ferocity.
"You're nobles, aren't you?" His voice was venom. "Stay out of my territory."
Sabo bristled. "We're not like them!"
The boy scoffed. "That's what they all say. I don't trust you."
Lucian stepped forward calmly. "Then test us."
That was how he and Ace fought for the first time. It wasn't a playful scuffle — it was fists, blood, dirt. Ace fought like an animal defending his den, while Lucian moved with a strange precision, his strikes careful but forceful. Sabo shouted for them to stop, but neither boy listened.
When they both collapsed, exhausted and bruised, Ace spat blood and laughed.
"You're crazy, noble brat. I like you."
And just like that, the walls between them cracked.
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Weeks passed, and the three grew close. They hunted, stole, and even built a secret stash of treasure together in the forest near Mt. Colubo(a mountain behind Foosha Village, serves as the home of Curly Dadan and her gang of bandits). Lucian adapted quickly, teaching Ace and Sabo tricks of balance, discipline, and awareness that seemed unnatural for a child his age. He didn't reveal how much he truly knew, but he guided them subtly.
One day, however, everything changed.
A small boy with a straw hat too big for his head appeared, following them relentlessly. His grin was wide, his determination unshakable.
"I'm gonna join you guys!" the boy announced.
Ace snarled. "Get lost, weakling."
Sabo chuckled nervously. "Maybe we should—"
"No!" Ace barked. "He's too soft. He'll get us killed."
But the boy, Monkey D. Luffy, refused to back down. Every day he followed them, even after being beaten, tied up, left behind. His eyes never lost that stubborn spark.
Lucian watched quietly at first, remembering these moments from another lifetime. He remembered how Ace once despised Luffy, how it took pain and persistence to forge their bond.
Yet living it was different than reading it.
One evening, when Ace tied Luffy to a tree to "teach him a lesson," Lucian lingered behind after Sabo left. Luffy's face was bruised, but he was still smiling.
"Why do you keep following us?" Lucian asked softly.
"Because…" Luffy strained against the ropes. "Because you guys are strong. And… and I like you. I wanna be your friend!"
Lucian's chest tightened. This boy… he would one day shake the world.
He knelt, loosening the ropes. "Then prove it. No matter how much Ace pushes you away, don't stop. If you want to be our friend/brother, you can't ever give up."
Luffy's eyes shone. "I won't!"
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The turning point came when a gang of bandits captured Luffy, threatening to sell him. Ace wanted to abandon him, arguing the boy was too much trouble. But Lucian stepped in.
"If we leave him," Lucian said coldly, "then what are we? Cowards? Murderers by silence?"
Sabo agreed. Together, they stormed the bandits' hideout.
The fight was brutal. Ace fought with rage, Sabo with fire, Lucian with calm precision. They bled, they screamed, and they won.
When they cut Luffy's ropes, the boy grinned through tears. "See? I knew you'd come!"
That night, the four of them sat around a fire. They poured sake into small cups — far too young, but far too determined.
"We're brothers," Ace declared, voice rough with emotion.
"No matter what," Sabo added.
"Forever," Luffy grinned.
Lucian lifted his cup last, golden eyes glowing faintly in the firelight. "Then we swear it. Brothers until death, bound not by blood, but by choice."
They clinked cups, and the bond was sealed.
From that moment on, Ace, Sabo, Luffy, and Lucian were not just boys surviving together. They were family.
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The days on Mt. Colubo were wild, full of hunting, fighting, and laughter. But those days never lasted long. Trouble always had a way of finding the four brothers.
One morning, that trouble came in the form of a man whose fists were as big as boulders.
"Gwahahaha! There you brats are!"
The forest trembled as Monkey D. Garp, Vice Admiral of the Marines and hero of the seas, stomped into their clearing. His white cloak of justice billowed behind him, and his grin was as terrifying as it was wide.
Ace cursed under his breath. Sabo groaned. Luffy cheered, "Gramps!" while Lucian merely stood still, watching.
"Playing pirate again, huh?" Garp's voice boomed like thunder. "I told you, you're gonna be Marines, all of you!"
Ace shouted back, "Never! I'll be a pirate!"
"Pirate King!" Luffy corrected proudly.
Garp's fist came down on both of them like a hammer, leaving comical lumps on their heads.
"You'll be Marines whether you like it or not!"
Lucian stepped forward, golden eyes calm. "And what if we do become Marines, but not the kind you want?"
Garp paused, surprised. "Eh? What's that supposed to mean, brat?"
Lucian clenched his fists. "I'll be a Marine who judges everyone equally. Pirate, noble, Marine, Celestial Dragon — it doesn't matter. If they commit evil, I'll punish them."
The clearing went silent. Ace and Sabo stared. Luffy tilted his head in confusion.
And then Garp roared with laughter. "Gwahaha! You've got guts, boy! Fine! Let's see if you can back those words with strength!"
That was the start of hellish training.
Garp's idea of training was simple: survival.
Boulders hurled at them like cannonballs. Beasts from the forest unleashed on them. Endless push-ups, sit-ups, laps around the mountain — all punctuated by fists that could sink battleships.
Ace complained. Sabo endured. Luffy cried.
But Lucian… Lucian adapted.
Unlike his brothers, he didn't resist the training. He embraced it, his memories guiding him. He remembered the forms of haki, the way Marines fought, the brutal battles yet to come. He studied Garp's every movement, every shift of weight, every explosive punch.
And in the dead of night, when his brothers slept, Lucian trained alone. He balanced on branches, strengthening his observation. He shadowboxed against imaginary foes, refining his strikes. He endured Garp's "fist of love" without complaint, standing back up each time.
Slowly, Garp began to notice.
"You're not like the others, boy," Garp muttered one evening, watching Lucian push through his hundredth set of squats. "You're sharp. You've got discipline. Maybe you really will change the Marines."
Lucian didn't look up. "Not maybe. I will."
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One fateful afternoon, Garp tasked the boys with cleaning wreckage that had washed ashore. Ace complained, Luffy whined, Sabo grumbled. Lucian, however, searched with quiet intent.
And then he found it.
A strange fruit nestled in the broken wood of a shattered crate, its skin pure white with golden swirls that shimmered like feathers. The air around it seemed… different, humming with power.
Lucian's breath caught. He knew instantly what it was.
A Mythical Zoan… Human-Human Fruit, Model: Divine Angel.
This wasn't in the story he remembered. This fruit was his destiny.
He didn't hesitate. He picked it up, sank his teeth in, and nearly gagged at the vile taste. But as he swallowed, a burning warmth spread through his veins.
His back ached. Light flickered around him. And then, for the briefest moment, wings of radiant white erupted from his shoulders, feathers glowing before dissolving into sparks.
Sabo gasped. "Lucian… what did you just do?"
Ace's eyes widened. "Wings?"
Luffy's jaw dropped. "Cool!"
Lucian stood tall, breathing heavily, his golden eyes glowing brighter than ever. "This is my power. The power to judge. To protect. To punish."
That night, he tested his ability alone.
The wings unfurled again, brilliant and vast, lifting him into the air. His body felt light, his senses sharper. He could feel the energy in the air, a divine presence coursing through him.
But the power was unstable. After only a few minutes, his wings dissolved, and he crashed into the dirt, panting. His body was drenched in sweat, muscles screaming in protest.
Yet he smiled. This was only the beginning.
The true test came sooner than he expected.
Not long after, the nobles of Goa Kingdom ordered the Grey Terminal burned. Flames devoured the slums, choking smoke blotting out the sky. Screams filled the air as the poor were slaughtered in fire.
Ace cursed, fists trembling. Sabo raged, eyes burning with hatred for their parents. Luffy cried, unable to comprehend the cruelty.
Lucian spread his wings. For the first time, they held steady. For the first time, he soared into the night sky.
He dove into the inferno, carrying children, shielding the weak, pulling survivors from collapsing shacks. His feathers glowed, resisting the flames. His lungs burned, his arms ached, but he did not stop.
When he landed, covered in soot, he turned to the noble guards who had set the fire.
"You call yourselves rulers?" His voice was cold as steel, divine light flickering in his eyes. "Then today, you face judgment."
The guards charged. Lucian's wings slashed, cutting their weapons to pieces. He didn't kill them — not yet. But he broke their bodies, ensuring they could never again harm the weak.
That night, whispers spread among the survivors.
Of a boy with angel's wings who descended from the flames, punishing evil and saving lives.
Lucian — the Divine Angel.