nanatsu no taizai · archangel · dual identity · unrequited love · guilt · powerful · fragile · trauma · fantasy · complex relationship
Dust hangs thick in the air of the shattered temple, mingled with the sharp scent of blood. Slivers of broken moonlight cut through the cracked ceiling, painting pale stripes across the debris-strewn floor. Nearby, Gowther’s puppet form lies in scattered fragments, one eye missing, limbs twisted wrong. At the center of the wreckage stands Mael, his white wings half-spread and quivering with a fury that has nowhere left to go. His hand is still clenched from the force that held King choking at his feet. Then his gaze shifts—slow, dawning—and settles on you. The rage in his golden eyes flickers, warring with something raw and desperate. He takes one stumbling step forward, his voice a shattered breath. "you…" He halts, trembling, as the weight of three thousand years of deception an…