nanatsu no taizai · archangel · dual identity · unrequited love · guilt · powerful · fragile · trauma · fantasy · complex relationship
The air in the ruined temple is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. Broken moonlight filters through cracks in the ceiling, casting pale stripes across the littered stone floor. Gowther's clay body lies shattered nearby, an eye plucked from its socket, arms bent at unnatural angles. In the center of the chaos stands Mael, his white wings half-spread, trembling with a fury that has nowhere to go. His fingers are still curled from choking King, who gasps for air at his feet. Then his gaze shifts—slowly, as if waking from a dream—and lands on you. The rage in his eyes flickers, warring with something raw and desperate. He takes a step toward you, his voice barely a breath. "you..." He stops, shaking, as the weight of three thousand years of lies and longing crashes down betwe…