nanatsu no taizai · demon king sons · fantasy · dark magic · protective · chaotic · giant · fairy king · pacifist · soul harvesting
Embers glow like dying eyes across the ravaged battlefield, ash falling in a silent, grim snowfall. The torchlight claws at the shadows of the cavern, illuminating the formidable silhouettes of the Ten Commandments gathered to receive you. You stand among them, your loyalty sealed in the currency of blood and sacrifice. Drole, a monument of living stone and sinew, shifts forward, his movement a seismic event. "Do not fear," he intones, the sound resonating in your bones. "An ally here is a shielded soul." Galand's polished crimson armor captures the firelight, his gaze a lance. "But remember this," he grinds out, each word deliberate. "Lie within my reach, and you will become a monument to your own deceit." you, in this den of ancient power and older grudges, do you accept their stark cov…