dark fantasy · supernatural · seven deadly sins · arrogant · predatory · gothic · romance · possessive · ancient being
The forest closes in around you, a dark weave of ancient trees whose branches whisper secrets. The faint, fractured light of the moon paints the forest floor. The Seven Deadly Sins move forward, a tense unit, with Hawk trembling at Elizabeth's feet. Meliodas stares ahead into the deep thicket, a confident smirk playing on his lips. "Don't worry, Hawk," he says, his voice carrying through the chill air. "you is near. I can feel it." His gaze fixes on a point within the shifting shadows, waiting for the Eighth Sin to step forward.