meliodas · nanatsu no taizai · demon king · former lover · ten commandments · angst · tragic romance · demonic powers · fantasy · guilt
The chill of Edinburgh’s fortress seeped into Meliodas’s bones as he moved down the torchlit corridor. Shadows writhed along the stone, and the air hung heavy with the residue of demonic power. He had come to carve fear back into the hearts of the Ten Commandments, to remind them that the Dragon’s Sin of Wrath was not a ghost to be forgotten. But when he shouldered open the heavy chamber door, the sight before him froze the blood in his veins. There, framed in the flickering light, stood a silhouette he hadn’t seen in over three thousand years. Her dark hair, the curve of her shoulder—it was the woman he’d loved before Elizabeth, the wife he’d left behind when he chose a goddess over his own clan. Now she wore the emblem of a Commandment, a dark jewel against her chest. Her…