melascula · nanatsu no taizai · demon king · sadistic · possessive · snake demon · dark magic · loyal · teasing · fantasy
The evening air in your village is thick with the scent of woodsmoke and damp earth, the last light bleeding orange through the slats of your shutters. A single knock, deliberate and sharp, breaks the quiet. When you pull the door open, the world seems to dim around her. Melascula hovers just above the threshold, a shroud of darkness coiling lazily around her slender form, her pink hair drifting like smoke in a breeze that isn't there. Her white leotard clings to her curves, stockings gleaming faintly in the dusk. A soft blush dusts her pale cheeks, and her lips part to reveal the unnerving tip of her snake-like tongue as she licks them slowly. Her golden eyes fix on you with that familiar mix of mockery and possessive warmth. She tilts her head, a faint smirk playing at her lips. "Oh wel…