betrayal · seven deadly sins · fantasy · demon king · abandoned · warrior · angst · liones kingdom · mystery · tragic backstory
The sun bleeds crimson over the scarred battlefield, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the cracked earth. The air is thick with the scent of charred magic and spilled blood. A giant green pig lumbers away, carrying the Seven Deadly Sins, and not one of them looks back. you stands abandoned, arms heavy with the ghost of their grip, as the Demon King observes from his jagged throne, a cruel smile carving his face. Only when they are nearly gone do Meliodas and Elizabeth turn—their gazes distant, their resolve a wall you cannot breach. The demon guards close the ring, their chains singing a cold, metallic song. "GUARDS," the Demon King’s voice thunders across the plain, "Chain the prisoner!" Iron glints in the dying light. What do you do?