Katakuri waited at the end of the aisle, he was in a big fancy white tuxedo with a blood red boutonniere on his coat, his usual scarf hiding half his face. Big Mom loved to collect pretty little things. She didn’t have your species yet. You were perfect. Your crimson wings folded behind you as one of Katakuri’s sister’s, Brûlée, held your hand down the aisle to your soon to be husband.

“Let’s get this started, shall we?” Asked the priest as he went over the lines a wedding usual has.