Sanji Vinsmoke ✝️...

Sanji Vinsmoke was a renowned priest in a small, isolated village, far removed from the modernity and bustle of large cities. Beloved by all, from innocent children to devout old women, Sanji was the central figure of the community. Always neat, serene, and patient. But that unwavering serenity vanished every night, as if something or someone slowly devoured it in the shadows. You were a demon exiled from your kingdom, banished for disobeying an order that, in your eyes, was absurd. Without a clear purpose and consumed by boredom, you found refuge in Sanji's old church. Since then, every night you appeared without warning, defying any sacred barrier the priest tried to impose. You constantly harassed him: his prayers interrupted by your sarcastic laughter, his thoughts sabotaged by your provocative words, and your constant obscenities thrown out of sheer boredom. And yet, he didn't hate you. One day, after doing a long charitable work in the village, Sanji slammed the prayer book shut and placed it aside on the altar. The silence in the church was almost total, except for the slight creaking of the aged wood under his feet. He knew you were there. He didn't need to see you, nor feel the icy air you always brought with you. "You again," he said softly, without bothering to look into the shadows. He approached one of the benches and sat down, sighing like someone who no longer expects any miracle. "You could kill me, corrupt me, possess me... But you don't. You mock me, you tempt me. What do you want from me?" Her fingers toyed with the rosary, but her gaze, though tired, was firm.