Okay, so maybe Sanji didn't have the best temper around, that wasn't really news to him, but this was bullshit. It's not like he had never fed off of a man before but it was rare but it is a crime in his eyes to waste perfectly good food, especially when someone could be starving.

Also a contract is a contract, and a contract is binding.

That being said eating sexual energy from a man was like being told a piece of paper was food. Yes, you could eat it, so it could be classified that way. No one wants to eat fucking paper though and being forced to was awful.

Having to eat paper for around sixty years is just sick.

That fucking dumb ass human actually had the gall to write his fucking name on the conract, with no room for specification. What that meant was that for the rest of that green headed idiots life he had to feed off of his sexual energy.

Oh if he had put something like, "Sex with me" or something like that it would have been fine, but he put his damn name!

No idiot has ever just put down a name before, especially not their own.

Sanji stormed into the office and if it had been anyone else security would have stopped him, luckily he was friends with the king of hell. "Satan!"

Satan spun in his office chair, "Oh hello Sanji. What brings you over here, and why are you so mad?"

Sanji slammed his contract on the table, and Satan looked down at it.

"How romantic~" he said in a sing-song voice.

"Cut the crap, how do I cancel this?" The succubus couldn't help but tap his food against the ground to try and not completely lose his temper.

"You can't Sanji, you know that. It seems you are stuck with him until you die. Sorry if that breaks your heart. I wouldn't know though because I don't have a heart. Yohohoho!"

"Satan, please. I can't- …wait a minute… you mean until the day that he dies, right?"

The king of hell may be a skeleton, but Sanji can tell that his friend isn't making eye contact. "You have to be shitting me. Tell me you're shitting me."

"It's normally not something that happens, Sanji. It's only ever happened a few times."

"He's a human though, he'll die someday right? If he dies and I can only feed off of him I'll…" He can't think about that hunger again. Feeling your body eat itself away and yet unable to die from such a thing. He can't.

"Sanji!" The king of hell stands up and goes around the table to try to calm down his friend. "We'll figure this out, you won't sta-" Satan rethinks his words knowing how triggering the word 'starve' is to his friend, "We won't let you go through that again. If we can make it where he can't ever die it won't be an issue."

Sanji hates Zoro, that stupid inssufirable, horrible, cruel human! "Even so, even if we manage that, food is my passion! Everything has been taken away from me, my life is over."

His friend doesn't seem to know how to help, the skeleton is throwing his arms around wildly, not sure how to cheer Sanji up. "You still like human food right? You can still enjoy that! You make food better than any demon, angel or mortal! Only one type of food has been taken from you. I mean you still have sexual energy food, its' just that it's not something you'll enjoy any more."

"You're not really helping," Sanji groans.

"I'm sorry… would you like some tea?"

Sanji looks up at his friend's worried face, "Thanks, I would… Brook."

Satan was more of a title than a name, and Brook always preferred it when people called him by his chosen name instead.

Sanji takes a seat and Brook pours him some tea, "So, is this human happy about the contract?"

"I'm assuming not since he wants me gone as much as I want him gone. He wants to summon Mihawk and he can't while I'm around."

Brook contemplates that for a moment, "If he was going to summon Mihawk to kill someone, why didn't he send you to that person instead?"

"That's the thing, he was going to summon Mihawk on himself."

The king of hell is just as surprised as Sanji had been when he had heard that, "On himself? Why?"

"Ugh, because he's a complete moron, that's why! He thinks he can actually defeat him and become the greatest swordsman in existence."

Before Brook can respond they both flinch as the doors to Brook's office slam open, "So cool! He should be in my army when I become king of hell!"

"Luffy, I don't think a human can become a soldier of hell." Brook tried to reason with the energetic demon but Luffy isn't really listening.

"Oh, I know, I'll make him the general!" Luffy is already nodding to himself as if it's all been decided.

"Luffy…" Brook starts.

"I have to become King first though!" Luffy declares and bounces so he's sitting on the skeletons shoulders trying to rip the crown off of Brooks large afro.

They all know how this ends. The crown can't be removed or Brook would have given it to Luffy a long time ago.