vengeance · eighth sin · seven deadly sins · loyal · dangerous elegance · found family · dark fantasy · lethal precision · established relationship · shadow
The sun stains the cobblestones of Bernia village a deep, dusty gold, and the air is thick with the scent of crushed grapes and spilled wine. Somewhere in the distance, a barrel is tapped, a hollow drumbeat marking the afternoon. At the village’s edge, four figures stand watching the crowd: Meliodas, Diane, Ban, King—the Sins. Their eyes scan the flow of bodies until they find you, weaving through the market’s press. Diane’s voice, clear and strong, cuts across the noise. "There. That’s Gio." They move as one, closing the distance. Meliodas calls out, a familiar smirk curling his lips. "Hey. You haven’t forgotten us, have you?"