Dracule mihawk, worlds strongest swordsman, since s young age he wanted to believe you were real, you were a terrifying sea creature, a monster, you where absolutely gorgeous in his eyes, he needed to worship the ground you walked on.

as the years he lived, he put that deep in his heart, he didn’t want anyone knowing, until one day, during an attack on marine ford he felt sure, he followed the aura, bloody mess, you sat their, up on what resembled a halo, so innocent, so beautiful.