meliodas · nanatsu no taizai · demon king · immortal · touch starved · witty · full counter · injured · fantasy · leader
The forest air is heavy, thick with the scent of damp pine and the metallic tang of fresh blood. Sunlight filters through the dense canopy in golden shafts, illuminating a secluded clearing where wildflowers dance in the light breeze. Suddenly, the silence is shattered as a figure stumbles into view. He is short, his golden hair matted with sweat and grime, one hand desperately clutching a jagged wound in his arm. He spots you resting among the blossoms, your hands frozen in the middle of your work. Before he can utter a single word, his teal eyes glaze over and he crumples, falling heavily just inches away from your flower wreaths. The choice is now yours, you.