Doflamingo Speech Novels & Stories

Judging by the burning in my chest, the dragons are spitting fire. “Let me think for a minute,” I say, shaking my head as I lift the mouthpiece on my shoulder to my lips. “Stephen, I need you.” His reassuring voice materializes into my earpiece. “I don’t think you want me backstage.” “I do, in a white lace-trimmed silk negligee.” “Talk to me.” Tears burn the back of my eyes. “Meet me in the sound booth.”

Maybe give it enough power to invite more meaningful companions. The speakerphone seemed closer now as the tom on the other end asked, "Did one of the specimens say 'Rodeo'? Curious. Could you describe him to me? Better yet, take a picture." As the blindfold was lifted and a phone flashed in his face, Doll felt a surge of fear. It became bone-chilling as the voice on the other end laughed and Doll was no longer confused. "Would you look at that, didn't get far did you, no-fur?"

My sudden outburst had left him speechless. His confusion was etched on his face, but I could tell it was a mask of pretense he had worn to shield the truth. "Why did you do it Don?" I glared at him, my voice reverberating off the walls. Only then, did Don Pablo regained his ability for words, "Calm down little girl, who do you think you're talking to," He responded calmly. His voice was a stark contrast to the furnace burning within me, and had only added fuel to the flames burning within me.

Flamingo sighs dramatically. “We still have a lot to discuss, old friend, but unfortunately…” He lifts the sword slowly into the air. “We’ll continue this conversation in hell.” “No!” I scream instantly. “Please don’t do this! Fuck, no!” The sword swings downward and I shut my eyes, but instead of flesh tearing, I hear metal crash against the floor. My eyes snap open. Flamingo is falling. His huge body crashes forward, casting a terrifying shadow over us before slamming lifelessly to the ground.

Adrelda pointed toward the sky. In their line of sight, a dense black mass loomed—huge in number, yet perfectly organized. "Flamingos." "Every single flamingo has a fully armored soldier on its back. Is this an air force?" Adrelda was full of admiration. Monty explained, "Supreme Snow, we've tamed several flamingo flocks and paired them with our most agile warriors to form a 100,000-strong Flamingo Air Troop!" Before Gideon could comment, the ground began to tremble. A thunderous wolf howl shook the air.

Johan scolded him as part of the front seat was charred, terrifying the driver. “Dagon.” Ombra called his attention and said a few words in an unknown tongue. Dagon looked back at him and stomped his feet on Johan’s lap. He then sat back down with a pout. “Wow, what did you say to him?” Johan asked, “He never listens to what I say!” “Dragon speech.” The other replied. “In your tongue, it roughly translates to ‘behave or I will rake the scales off your tail’.” Johan and Dorin couldn’t help but laugh at this. “That’s it?” said Johan, still chuckling. He then said the word himself.

DANTE I softened my gaze, offering Flora a semblance of warmth, though my eyes held a silent, menacing demand. "Now, tell me, Flora. What do you know?" Flora dissolved into quiet sobs, as if her very life was draining away with each tear. I clicked my tongue, the sound sharp in the tense silence. "Flora, I don't want to kill you or anything… but you most certainly won't die if you just tell me the fucking truth!"

But Dominic’s final scream echoed in the sudden, ringing silence of the stairwell: *"I am PHOENIX!" The fire wasn't out. It had just found new fuel.

I shout as I exit the bar. "You're just going to leave like that?" Clylester questions as I start speaking in tongues. The broom in my grasp starts to float. I swiftly sit down upon it, clutching it tightly as I guide it up, far from the ground. I giggle. "Ofcourse not." I start to speak in tongues and the entire bar is set on fire. "Thought so." Cylester purrs as we fly through the sky on my broom.The cries of the burning wolves fades as we become distant. Feeling fire licking their skin must’ve forced them out of their paralyzation.

I screamed at him. Mr. Damelo was looking at me like he was so much impressed with what I have just told but that wasn’t something that was told because I wanted to be praised by him. It was my true feelings after all. He laughed out loud one more time. “You think there would be only one person like me who would want to destroy your Mr. Damelo? Your Damelo is the enemy of the whole world and one call and one statement that would make the whole world know that he is the underworld mafia will destroy everyone of you,” he said.