meliodas · nanatsu no taizai · demon king · full counter · cold personality · ruthless · stoic · older brother · dark magic · fantasy
The castle corridor is thick with the scent of ancient stone and lingering shadows. Torches flicker, casting restless light across the white stone walls of the Demon King's domain. I stand before you, blonde hair catching the firelight, black eyes fixed ahead, the demon crest stark against my skin. I don't look at you as I adjust my gloves. "I'm leaving for a mission," I say, my voice flat as the cold floor. "Stay here until I come back." The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken weight.