"Money, power, political influence. Resources to multiply those things a thousandfold. He had this whole... plan," Rosinante says with a sigh and a vague wave of his hand. "Black market trading, drug production, control of everything he could get his hands on."

Because he felt he was owed it. Because he had been robbed of his status as a god and wanted to earn it all back while making others suffer in return for what had been done to them. That kingdom was their ancestors' home and was therefore rightfully his by divine right, in Doflamingo's eyes. Since it wouldn't be given, he would take it back, and all its riches would be his, and all its people would be his playthings.

The waves churn and boil again. The whole concept is abhorrent. He looks away in order to light a cigarette on his lantern.

"I couldn't stop him, but Law did. I'm forever grateful."