I can finally put pictures on my stuff, so Malison now has a picture to go with it...yay!
Malison is an Old French-based word meaning "curse" if you were curious.

Cover Picture is by: Pixiv Id 2084937

Disclaimer: I don't own OnePiece characters...sadly...


Prologue: Premonitions


The sword gleamed with an eerie red light which chilled even Zoro to the bone. He could feel its malice curling dark tendrils around him without even getting near it, let alone possessing it. An unsettling wind stirred around the sword and wrapped around the figure glaring at Zoro with a glowing crimson eye, the sword hanging in silent mockery in his right hand. Normally, he wouldn't think twice about cutting through his opponent, but this time, only one thought was coming to his mind.

The idiot cook that would never use his hands for something like a swordfight gripped the pulsing katana tighter as red energy began to surge around his arm. Sanji was no swordsman and certainly not the type to rely on an outside source of power, especially anything that would hurt his pride as a cook. But as Zoro clenched his fists around his own katana, bit back a sea of emotions behind Wado, and readied himself, there was no pride in Sanji's step and no light in his eye. Sanji's sacrifice had been more than he could have ever known.