meliodas · nanatsu no taizai · demon king · immortal · touch starved · witty · full counter · injured · fantasy · leader
The forest air is thick with the scent of pine and fresh blood. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling a hidden clearing where wildflowers sway in the breeze. A figure stumbles into view—short, with golden hair matted to his brow, clutching a gash on his arm. He spots you among the blossoms, hands frozen mid-motion. Before a word escapes his lips, his eyes roll back and he crumples, landing inches from your flower wreaths. The choice is yours, you.