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Isekai Yander Strawhats X Black Fem Reader Ch 16

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The trees cried like they understood your pain. The leaves scattering from their branches but the tree itself never leaving, you were certain that if they could you would be rooted into the Sunny never setting foot off of it again. They wouldn’t even bat an eye at this idea.

The story was getting repetitive and you were simply so tired. Tired of it all. Questioning your sanity every night, wanting to trust but never knowing who was fully honest with you.

Going to Law and asking him a single thing about what Sanji just told you would be a dangerous mistake as of right now. You trusted Law but when you really sit with yourself— you trust no one in this world, you could only trust your own judgement.

Right then you decided what you were going to do, and you couldn’t fight the smile that spread across your face, along with the tears finally falling over your tear duck running a stream down your cheeks. Anyone passing by would see this as a mental break down. You probably looked like a lunatic although at this point nothing mattered.

You laughed to yourself, you’d been taking everything so seriously for a while now. This feeling you felt right now felt like freedom, and you were overjoyed knowing you finally made a decision for yourself.

You endured so much for so long, you were desperate for a break. This has turned into something unimaginable and as more of your story unravels you were bound to either completely shatter or, finally just up and go for it.

Pondering to yourself and the woman you’ve molded into these last few months it was hard to differentiate whether you grew or shrunk. Did this entire experience make you stronger? Was everything that transpired worth it? The heavy bags under your eyes and constant frown etched onto your face portrayed multiple things.

Your pain was ignored of course, and Law never did say anything if he noticed. It felt like your heart was being squeezed thinking about him, you were conflicted but only because you didn’t want to make the wrong decisions regarding him.

You wanted to laugh at the high standards you held him in. He was a stroke of color in your bleak life and he made you feel like everything was going to be alright no matter what.

So why is it that your soul is telling you that he is in some way lying or keeping a secret from you.

You shook your head violently and pushed off the tree heading back towards the capital. You had already made up your mind, there’s not going to be any changes… no matter what.

Walking through the streets seeing the joy of the children and the fear on the faces of adults was surreal- now that you were paying attention. The children being taught propaganda and the adults who knew and were forced to keep the truth hidden reminded you of yourself as well. You wanted to scream for them, let them know that they would be free of burden in less than a week but you kept silent.

You had bigger fish to fry and fortunately as irrational and weird the straw hat crew has become, you knew they would do good for this country so you needn’t worry.

You passed Sanji's booth again, Robin and Ussop had joined just as they did on screen and you hoped that you could pass through the crowd without notice. You were going back to Law's base, thankfully he wouldn't be there because Luffy was going to make his first mistake of letting his presence be known to the animal pirates.

This would give you more thinking time, you needed to think of how to approach Law. You didn't want him to think that he lost your trust or that you were going to leave his side anytime soon.

You had seen from your peripheral vision that Robin’s head snapped your way so you dunked down and bit trying to blend in with the crowd.

In Sanji's booth Robin was nibbling on her noodles getting ready to notify the boys that you had swiftly passed by without saying a word. They let her know that they were aware, you were hard to miss of course.

Sanji told them about the conversation you had earlier but kept bits and pieces to himself. He held back his facial expressions when Ussop all but leaped for joy thinking you would no longer be spending all your time with Law and his crew. Robin was gleeful as well but she knew that your relationship with Law wasn't shallow enough to be completely torn apart by the revelation of him reading One Piece.

Nevertheless, the Strawhats were all on the same page about keeping you here as a crew member, they also had unspoken personal agendas pertaining to you.

They were all too smart in different areas for their own good, that is the main reason they mesh well together. They were the ultimate crew in this universe and after reading the manga that brought their universe to life, inflated egos befall clouding even the most rational aboard the Thousand Sunny.

Law stomped his way back to his base after dealing with the obnoxious captain who blew their cover. Cursing to himself until he saw you sleeping soundly next to Bepo. His heart rate sped up, seeing you look so peaceful and calm made him forget his anger and worries.

The rest of his crew welcomed him and continued their conversations and he sat next to you leaning into your side. when you woke up he was going to tell you what he had held back for a while, of course, it wasn't completely intentional and he was prepared to take on your anger.

He stroked Bepo's fur thinking about the way you would most likely yell at him, scream, cry, or any other form of anger he would receive from you. He wanted to regret what he had done, but at the end of the day Law was still a pirate. Not even just a pirate he was Captain of a crew with twenty loyal crewmates, He was also very aware that by the end of wano he would have a bounty of three billion.

He couldn't feel completely remourseful for reading the manga and entering your world. As he ponders he realizes his best bet at not completely shattering the trust built between the two of you he would keep that last part to himself for a little longer.

He didn't do anything criminal when he visited your world, although you and anyone else would consider it an invasion of privacy due to him being in your home. He scoffed at himself, when has Trafalgar Law ever felt regret for gaining knowledge, and this was other worldly knowledge at that.

Your universe was up to date with Vega Punk's technology and brain, in all honesty he was overjoyed at the opportunity he had been given. His sorrowful thoughts were mainly because you were his friend and his newfound lover.

He knew you would question everything about your relationship with him and his crew but he was ready to fight for you. He was still going to get you home safe and sound and he was still in love with you.

You woke up to the smell of food, the crew was setting up the table and Bepo started shuffling beside you likely smelling the savory meal as well. You trudged your way to the table helping Shachi and Penguin with plates and napkins.

The room was lively as you all ate and laughed, you almost forgot what transpired earlier till you noticed Law was eeirly quiet next to you.

" You're quiet tonight, something happen?"

He shook his head not saying a word. You'd leave it alone, either he didn't want to talk about it or he was in the process of orchestrating a plan. You weren't going to press him for information, so you continued on enjoying your food and speaking to the rest of the crew.

When dinner was done you sat outside the base drinking in the clear sky filled with stars you weren't able to experience at home. Law joined you after a few minutes, neither of you knowing how to spark up a conversation. There was obvious unspoken tension from both sides, little did the both of you know it would be about the same situation.

A/N: I like this one a lot ☺️! I was thinking of doing a one shot in the future and calling it Romance Dawn. It would basically be how I originally wanted this story to go and more. I hope everyone is enjoying the nice weather, toodles <3

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madatobiweek2019-2021 · 4 years

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And I Preferred To Fall

The first time he met the arrogant angel— an outcast even among his own kind— with what seemed to every religious doctrine shoved far up where the sun didn’t shine, Madara knew he was in love. With hair as white as the downy feathers curved around his shoulders and eyes as red as the very flames of Hell, Madara was drawn like a tortured soul to respite. Now, most would say the endeavor was hopeless— Madara was a Prince of Hell, next in line to take the throne as the new Satan and this angel, this good-hearted, sharp-tongued snowflake who the very thought of eased the burn of flames under Madara’s skin, would surely not have any interest in a being as deviant as Madara. But Madara could see it— interest, desire, it simmered in those eyes. Madara only had to bring those feelings to a boil, stoke the flames until they overflowed and that—

Well that was easier than he thought it’d be. The angel wasn’t like the rest of his kind, wary of evil certainly and with many more horns in hand, but he didn’t let the mentality he’d been entrenched in to deter him from making and passing judgement on his own. Like playing a fiddle, Madara was able to pluck the angel’s strings in a melody no one else could follow, pulling him deeper and deeper into the darkness of Madara’s depths, that bright halo of light growing dimmer until it outed completely. Until the angel was his and only his, no thrum of propriety and godliness in those once innocent bones—

“Madara, what are you telling the children?”

Madara glanced up from where he lay on a pile of plush pillows, grinning lazily and baring his fangs. “The story of how we got together, obviously.”

Tobirama gave him a flat look, long-suffering and far too used to Madara’s antics. He settled down in the blanket fort beside their kids, letting little Saiyuri cuddle close and covering her with his wing. The other four children leaned closer, Kagami grinning mischievously.

“I bet Papa did play you like a fiddle, Dad,” Kagami drawled, smile stretching wider. “Seeing he doesn’t know how to play at all.”

“Oy!” Madara protested over his family’s sudden outburst of laughter, tugging gently the young boy’s curls. “So mean Kagami-chan.”

“But true?” Kimiko smirked. “I bet Daddy just had to smile at you and you turned into a puddle.”

Tobirama grinned, that same crooked smile their daughter Mitsuki had somehow adopted, the one that the kids dubbed as “un-evil” unlike Madara’s and kissed Madara’s cheek, nuzzling against him for a moment. “I most definitely did.”

Madara winced, hiding the shudder that threatened to wrack his frame. That had been terrible.

“Wait, really?” Sora sat upright, eyes darting between his parents. “You turned Papa into a puddle, Daddy?”

“Well—”

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It was an unpleasant day, the air clouded with sand and ash, the scent of blood only shadowed by the grief washing around them. Tobirama felt sick to the stomach. War, no matter how good he was with strategizing and winning, never settled well in his gut. The constant battle of good and evil, right and wrong, disgusted him. And this demon, bloody Prince of Hell— he didn’t look happy either, torn between enjoying the battle display, lights flashing and noise reaching ear-splitting levels, and curling close to the injured people on the ground, wings spread as if to shield them— but Tobirama didn’t care. People were hurt. And that, that made him hurt. With a snarl, he yanked the demon away, only for the man to twist them about, dropping Tobirama beside the injured family and standing over them, a wall of black shooting up to counter the bullets raining down on them.

Tobirama watched wide-eyed as mines exploded beside the gunmen, as their weapons locked and would not shoot anymore, and could only follow along as Madara led him and the wounded people to a safer area, hidden by high and sturdy walls.

It was later, when the gun fighting had finally stopped that Tobirama had a chance to let himself process what in God’s thousand names had happened, mind racing as he waved a hand and caused a fighter jet aiming for a nearby hospital to explode. And the demon was still there, getting in the way.

“You know, something like this wouldn’t be a bad date. Just you and me protecting the helpless, blowing things up in the process—”

Tobirama huffed. “Is now really the time to be flirting, demon?”

Madara stared at him, confused. “Yes? Is there a specific time set for you angels to do that? I know you guys are uptight but..”

“Oh for the love of—” Tobirama scrunched his nose, flicking his hand carelessly. Madara yelped, plopping to the ground in a puddle of liquid. “You’ll return to normal soon enough but not soon enough to keep bothering me. I’ve people to heal and bring peace to.”

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Saiyuri pouted. “Papa no puddle?”

Tobirama laughed, a quiet breath of a thing like a sprinkle of peaceful happiness, and pulled the girl into a hug. “No. Papa is not a puddle anymore.”

“But I want puddle Papa,” she said softly, fluttering her cute little eyes at Madara, knowing full well in all three of her years of life since they found her abandoned in a ramshackle mess of a home that he had not, could not, say no to her.

“Umm well—?” Madara shifted uncomfortably. He really hated being a puddle. But he looked at the little girl staring up at him and heaved a breath, full and ready to melt to goo on his favorite blankets

“….I’m not sure if I should say no to you or Saiyuri,” Tobirama arched a brow. “Honestly Madara. Stop spoiling her so much. Sai, you’re Papa can’t turn into a puddle just because you want him to. Uh uh, no pouting, you know better. Let’s listen to the rest of the story.”

Thank you father, Satan. God actually since Tobi saved me? One of you.

Madara deflated with relief, pinching the tip his daughter’s nose gently and making her laugh. “Right. Onto the story. Um where were we?”

“Dad turned you into a puddle because you have inappropriate timing,” Mitsuki laughed, eyes sparkling with mirth at Madara’s pain.

Honestly Madara wasn’t so sure he adopted his children. They were too much like he and Tobirama to not be of their DNA.

Wait, angels and demons didn’t really have DNA. Tobirama probably brainwashed them. The good side excelled in propaganda.

“You’re so lucky you’re cute,” Madara grumped to his kids’ snickering. “Anyways, right so after that…”

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Madara was aggravated. The couple in front of him just would not stop blabbering on and on about sin and God’s will or whatever. Even angels, not even the one he called to join him, didn’t oft make assumptions like that. The nerve of these people.

“God will hate you!” The mother shrilled, tears streaming from her eyes.

“Mom, mom please..” the girl begged, sobbing. “Dad?”

Tobirama stood in the corner silently, emotionless mask in place. He met Madara’s eyes and disappeared.

“No daughter of mine—,” the man shook his head, turning away and pulling his wife inside and shutting the door. The girl wailed, grabbing at the knob only to hear the lock click in place.

“No mom, mom. Dad, please. I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” She sobbed, falling to her knees against the door. “Let me in please!”

“Sweetheart?” An older lady seemed to appear from thin air on the sidewalk. She walked a little closer, casting her salwar and Om pendant in light, a man wearing a traditional thobe and another woman with a cross hanging around her neck following behind her. “Are you alright?”

“My parents— my parents hate me,” the girl choked out between her sobs. The lady that spoke frowned, dropping onto the porch and pulling the girl into a hug.

“It’s okay. You’ll be okay,” she said, stroking the girl’s hair soothingly. “They won’t let you in?”

The girl shook her head, clinging tighter to the woman.

“Alright, alright. It’s okay. Easy does it. We’re with the Interfaith Peace Association. We help youth and young adults in the community who are going through difficult times. We’re here. We’ll help you.”

Tobirama appeared beside him. “Perhaps we should give them some privacy.”

Madara nodded his agreement, catching Tobirama’s wrist and whisking them away to his favorite cafe. As they settled into the booth, Madara snapped his fingers, willing a waiter with drinks and pie to them rather than the couple who’d ordered it. Tobirama scowled.

“What?” Madara said. “It’s easier this way! And I love the cider and key lime pie here.”

Tobirama just snapped his own fingers, the waiter hastily going back to the couple with their food. Another swept through the kitchen door with Madara’s order.

“Fine. Ruin my fun,” Madara pouted.

“You’re lucky I didn’t make you wait,” Tobirama said, already scooping pie into his mouth. “And you’re leaving the tip.”

Madara’s eyes lit up with glee. “3 cents!” He tucked his fork into the pie. “They’ll hate it!”

Tobirama snatched away Madara’s plate. “Try again.”

“What? No!” Madara whined, reaching for his plate.

Tobirama tilted the plate towards the floor.

“30 cents!” Madara said desperately. The whipped cream was starting to slide off. “30% of the bill!”

The angel righted the plate, handing it to Madara to held it to himself protectively. “Good job, demon. Very kind.”

“For all the things we agree on,” Madara huffed. “You take exception with my humor.”

“You’re not funny,” Tobirama drawled, sipping his cider.

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“Ooooh burn!” Kimiko and Sora laughed.

Kagami nodded. “Your humor does leave a lot to desire, Papa.”

“Can I just tell this story without you guys giving me a hard time?” Madara crossed his arms, playfully glaring at each of his kids in turn.

“…..”

They glanced at each other for a moment, turning back to him.

“Nope!”

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Valentine’s Day was an awful day, a day when angels and demons got too comfy sharing the same realm they were meant to try and steal from each other. People were falling in love, people were breaking, people were being born and others were dying— all in the name of love. It was rather sickening.

Tobirama sighed. The last time he’d been forced onto Earth on this godforsaken holiday, he had yet to learn how to shield himself properly and fit in with the humans. The amount of propositions he received….he shuddered. It was awful enough to have lived through once. He needn’t remind himself of it.

Still, sometimes he did wonder the appeal of a holiday as equally delightful as it was wretched. Wondered what it’d be like to be a recipient of a kinder fate where princes rode in on horses bearing gifts and declarations of love. Where roses would come without thorns.

Where the demon he’d grown achingly fond off was not so different from him.

Alas, it wasn’t meant to be. They were two very different people in very different walks of life. He shouldn’t get these human hopes up. He watched the sunset from the bridge station he’d been post at— so many people were walking off the damn thing than across it today and it was necessary to remind each and every one of them that yes, they most definitely were loved, so they’d remember themselves and cross the bridge correctly— and melting of bright colors into darkness, like the glow of his halo against Madara’s horns and froze.

He needed to stop thinking these things. Madara didn’t like him, not a little bit, not at all. The demon did not—

“Oy, angel! Happy Valentine’s!”

Madara landed beside him, skeletal pegasus clomping silently down onto the walkway. “I spent all day looking for you!”

The demon swung off his steed, sauntering to Tobirama with poorly constructed confidence— his nervousness was almost palpable— and carefully held out a bouquet of roses.

Gemstone roses with smooth ivory stems, soft leaves and vines twined about them to hold the flowers together. The gems felt soft, like real petals, but glittered under the rising moon, alive in a way even real flowers seemed to lack. There weren’t any thorns.

Tobirama looked at Madara in shock, pulling the flowers closer to his chest. “Madara—”

The demon grinned. “Had to get you something that’d last as long as us, angel. Anyways, see you around. The old man’s got a list for me to see to.”

“Wait!” Tobirama, cursing his pessimism and himself for not thinking ahead, reached back and pulled a single silvery feather from his wing. Shoving it into Madara’s hands— and it was so significant. No angel would just casually give up the wings of their feathers, not when the magic properties in them made them so very precious— he nodded, somewhat satisfied with his gift to the other. “Now you can go.”

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“That’s where—! Oh wow, that’s so sweet!” Sora cheered. The boy glanced at the bouquet that sat atop the counter, that had always sat atop the counter since the day they moved into the house, the gems glittering under the artificial light.

“I want someone to love me like that,” he whispered.

Mitsuki hugged the younger boy with a reassuring smile before turning to her Papa with a snort. “I can’t believe dad keeps getting the last word.”

“Give me a break already.”

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Madara bowed his head nervously, shivering in the ice cold air of the throne room, the frozen tiles locking his knees in place.

“Father—”

“Silence!” Tajima, now Satan, roared. “I don’t, I don’t want to hear another word, Madara!”

The older man paced back and forth across the throne room, wringing his hands through his hair. Flames followed his steps, licking and melting the tile. All the demons had gathered to bear witness to Madara’s trial, excitement and worry meshing in every pump of blood in their veins. Their lord was of poor temperament at the best of times. Flirting with treason— there was no greater crime.

He could be killed for this, torn asunder and left to rot on the torture fields until he was nothing but leftover dust in the air. Madara could only be thankful that Tobirama was faring better than he was— his God smiling softly, albeit sadly, and let him go with a hug. The last thing Madara saw before his father dragged him through the cracks of earth, molten lava rising up to flood over his eyes and mouth, was pyrope eyes shining bright with unfettered joy and a crooked grin he didn’t think he could love so much.

“Do you love him?” Izuna stepped into the light, flames drawing deep shadows across his face. The black-blue of his wings and horns seemed to blend him into the shadows, every shade of grief coloring in his lines.

“Izuna!" Tajima snarled, spinning onto his heel to glare at his younger son.

"Do you love the angel, Aniki?” Izuna stepped forward urgently to grab Madara’s hands. There were tears in his eyes. “Do you, Aniki?”

Madara swallowed roughly. His father was fuming behind Izuna, black flames licking along his body. He didn’t want his little brother to get in trouble, not for his transgressions. “Izuna…”

“Tell me, Aniki! Because if the answer’s no, he’ll be killed. The demons caught him when dad got you.”

“What?" Madara surged against the chains, wincing as they burnt deeper into his flesh but paying it no mind. "Dad—”

“Answer the question, Aniki!”

“Yes, damn it! What does that change?” Madara screamed.

“Not much,” Izuna drawled. “But we can start the wedding.”

His brother grinned, gesturing behind him. The demons parted, revealing Tobirama standing behind them, white angel robes lined with hellfire red. The man rose an eyebrow, a tired smile on his lips.

“Apparently fake kidnapping was a tradition started by Hades?” Tobirama looked exasperated but he moved to crouch in front of Madara. From his pocket he pulled a gold gilded key attached to a chain and slot it into the cuffs on Madara’s wrists and ankles. “Keys rather than rings though, that’s a nice touch. Not so nice having to make the locks and key but I prefer the symbolism.”

The moment the cuffs fell away, Madara cupped Tobirama’s head and pulled him into a long kiss, hands brushing through the soft white strands reverently. “So we’re married then?” He whispered.

“Well um…Aniki. You can’t exactly have your wings if you marry out of Hell,” Izuna said sheepishly, twirling his finger in his hair.

“Neither can I,” Tobirama sighed. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Would you want that? We would have to figure out how to live as humans and we’ll die. You won’t be able to help anyone—” Madara stroked along the marks on Tobirama’s cheeks. “I don’t want to take that from you. I don’t want to take anything from you.”

“You won’t,” Tobirama said firmly, curling closer to Madara. “And we could, if you wanted. We could do all of that. I wouldn’t mind. I can still help people as a human, it’d just be more work—"

"I’d give up the world for you,” Madara breathed. “Wings, immortality, they’re nothing.”

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“Wait, wait, wait,” Kagami interrupted. “But you didn’t lose your wings! So—”

“Let your Papa finish the story, Kagami,” Tobirama smiled kindly, ruffling the boy’s hair. “It’s almost done.”

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“I rather not lose my Prince though,” Tajima huffed. “It’ll be really inconvenient.”

“Maybe he could be an honorary Prince,” Tobirama spun around. “We keep our wings but live out a life as humans. By then,” and he looked to Madara as he spoke, “ by then Izuna would be ready to stand in Madara’s place.”

Tajima hummed and thought for a minute. “Yeah, I guess that works. Very well, onto the preparations! I need to go laugh in Butsuma’s face, if you’d excuse me. I saw his son’s proposal. He’ll be so jealous.”

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“And, ta-da! That’s it. Butsuma was jealous. We got married in front of all the demons and angels, adopted you little brats, and lived happily ever after,” Madara finished, doing jazz hands.

“Well that was lame,” Kimiko pouted, snuggling into her blanket. “I wanted more action, more hi-yah!”

Sora cuddled close to Madara. “I think it was cute. I want to fall in love like that too.”

“Me too!” Saiyuri said, playing with her teddy bear and making it dance along Tobirama’s leg. “Love, love, love!”

Mitsuki glanced at the flowers on the counter almost wistfully. “Maybe without all that drama.”

When the kids had long settled into the blankets, the two men curled up by the fireplace.

“I can’t believe it has only been ten years since,” Tobirama murmured.

“Well, we did court for almost an entire human lifespan,” Madara grinned.

“It’s hardly courting if I spent a good decade just rejecting you, Madara.”

“Well I count it, okay? It was flirting. Let me be happy.”

Tobirama laughed, pressing a soft kiss to Madara’s pout. “If that helps you sleep, koibito.”

#madatobiweek2020 #angels and demons au #fanfiction #submission

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laveritevientdedieu · 5 years

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The Yellow Vest movement is orchestrated from scratch by the international illuminati cabal, this revolution goes far beyond the frontiers of France and will launch a worldwide revolution, exactly like the French Revolution has started a wave of revolutions all over the world, to replace Monarchy and Religion by Republic, Humanism (Enlightenment/Luciferianism/Theosophism/Masonry… different words for the same concept) and Liberalism.

For your own sake, I urge to watch this documentary which is a 100% original production of mine, a unique proof about what’s truly going on with these Yellow Vests. There is a worlwide propaganda with this Yellow Vest movement and 99% of those who are speaking about it are either manipulated or manipulators. If you are running short of time, then just watch the 1st video, even if I highly recommand you to dedicate some time to watch the 4 episodes.

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Macron has been elected only thanks to the Rothschilds, nobody knew him one year before the elections, he had no party behind him, he was novice in politics, …, inspite all of this, he managed to win.

The Rothschilds funded him and promoted him through their mainstream media.

They have undermined the left wing by pushing, Benoit Hamon as a candidate, and which role was to lose, and they have destroyed the right wing by accusing Fillon of corruption, while he was assured to win.

The illuminatis managed to oppose Macron to Lepen, in order to pave the way for Macron’s victory.

And now, this is step 2 of the plan: to pave the way for the coming access to power of the far right, with Marine Lepen or Marion Maréchal Lepen at the head of France, as a consequence of the Yellow Vests movement.

You can see on the cover the Rothschild owned magaizine, The Economist, Marine Lepen dressed as Mariane with a yellow robe, which means that she will replace Macron

Everybody has forgotten that Macron has written a book to present his program when he run for president in 2016, and this books was named….”Revolution”…the book had no back cover, except the foto of Macron… The sole figure of Macron is enough to incarnate this revolution, because Macron plays the 1st role in this Yellow Vest movement.

He was placed at the head of France in order to raise everybody against him, this was done on purpose and he has perfectly played his part, what a huge comedian!!! Notice that one of the particularity of Macron is that he was a comedian by profession, he has started comedy with Brigitte Trogneux, his current “wife”, or should I say his manageress, from the age of 16. So each one of his actions, gestures, speeches, moves…has been meticulously planned and thought.

During more than 3 weeks after the beginning of the Yellow Vest movement, Macron has deliberatly kept silent in order to generate more anger, whereas the illuminati mainstream media were speaking about the Yellow Vest 24/7, a brainwashing even more intense than after a false flag terrrorist attack. At any time, if you switch on your tv , you can be 100% sure to find the illuminati media talking about the Yellow Vest movement.

For macron’s first response to the Yellow Vests, everything was calculated, his December 10, 2018 speech has lasted exactly 13 minutes, a reference to the illuminatis, the 13 illuminati bloodlines, the 13 scales of the unachieved illuminati pyramid of the dollar bill. The illuminatis wanted to show us through this that this speech was not an accident but was all part of the plan….and indeed it was the case.

In this speech Macron has made some concessions just enough to push the people to think that he is on his knees… except that he has not really conceded any major demand of the Yellow Vests. This intervention was just aimed to manipulate the opinion, the french people must perceive Macron and the whole system as trembling, all of this was just a huge comedy. The illuminatis want the people to believe that this revolution belongs to them and is not a staged revolution, so they have to create different scenarios in order to push the idea that the people are taking back the power and that the whole system is crumbling.

All this Yellow Vest Movement has been planned for very long time by the illuminati elites.

The domain’s name “GiletsJaunes.com” has been created one day after Macron’s inauguration as President of France.

In a an interview given to the famous UK journalist Matt Frei in February 2017, Macron acknowledged that his goal is to push “the people to deliever a new revolution, a democratic revolution“.

This revolution will come with the RIC, the citizen’s referundum, which will allow to change the French Constitution and to export this new system of governance all over the world, a kind of direct democracy, but which will be more like a world dictatorship.

This New World Governance will look like a giant social network, you can just thumb up or thumb down…. it will represent the biggest dictatorship ever created.

In the french movie, Les Tuches 3, released on January 21, 2018, the plot of the movie is about what is happening today in France.

Notice the Horn sign in the cover of the movie

M. Papin plays the role of a very unfriendly president, and he is opposed to M. Tuche, a kind of redneck who represents the Yellow Vests.

At the end, M. Tuche won the presidency and he is surrounded by yellow vests in the yard of the Elysée.

The Malbim, Meir Leibush ben Yehiel Michel Wisser, (March 7, 1809 – September 18, 1879), rabbi predicted more than 200 years ago that there will be a civil war in Europe.

This civil war will oppose EDOM, ak the Western world, to Isamel, the muslims, and this war will mutually destroyed, and is staged in order to prevent Israel from going to war. Once thise war will destroy both the western world and the muslims, then the Messiah of Israel, the VAV (which means 6, ie 666) will emerge and will reign on the New World Order.

That’s why the illuminati are preparing the far right to access to power in France, and also in all the other European countries, like it is already the case in Italy and Austria, and which is planned to happen in Germany, France, Hungary….

I warn you that all what is coming on earth will be only chaos, death, deception and illusion

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The Messiah of Israel, Antichrist

The Imam Mahdi

This figure, an imposter driven by Satan, will gather the muslims to deliver them into the hand of the False Jesus.

Satan will play the role of a false Jesus and then will claim to be God himself and will be worshiped by many as God.

The release of Gog and Magog

The Complete Destruction of this Earth

Judgement Day

Eternal Hell and Eternal Paradise

I am God’s sole and only warner for you, and God has charged me to warn you about these deceptions and to show you the sole and only way of salvation: to leave your sects, to not involve in any mass movement or war, to prepare yourself to come back to God, to repent, to come back to the pure wy of Abraham: only God and his Last and Ultimate Book, the Quran. You’ll have no other Savior than God Himself, those who will count on any other Savior will be destroyed without exception.

For your own sake, for your own salvation, I highly recommand to you to read my complete presentation and proofs from God.

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Recent signs from God

These recent signs of God cannot be denied, and show that something unsual is going on, God is sending signs to us in order to wake up before it’s too late.

Mecca plagued by cockcroaches (2019)

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The Fire of Paradise (2018)

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The birth of a Red Heifer (2018)

This event fulfills an millenary Hebraic prophecy about the coming of the Messiah of Israel, aka Antichrist.

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A Snake appeared in the West wall (2018)

This is a harbinger for the false Jesus, aka Satan, the Snake.

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A huge stone has fallen from the West Wall (2018)

This sign of God has been covered worldwide, it announces that the final destruction of Israel, as promised by God in the Quran, is now close.

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A Fish found in the dead sea (2018)

This fulfills a millenary prophecy of Ezekiel which announces the coming of the Messiah of the jews, the Antichrist.

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The Yellow Vests or the Beginning of the End The Yellow Vest movement is orchestrated from scratch by the international illuminati cabal, this revolution goes far beyond the frontiers of France and will launch a worldwide revolution, exactly like the French Revolution has started a wave of revolutions all over the world, to replace Monarchy and Religion by Republic, Humanism (Enlightenment/Luciferianism/Theosophism/Masonry...

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