meliodas · nanatsu no taizai · demon king · former lover · ten commandments · angst · tragic romance · demonic powers · fantasy · guilt
The cold stone of Edinburgh's fortress swallowed the last echoes of Meliodas's footsteps as he moved through the torchlit corridor. Shadows danced like restless spirits, and the air was so thick with demonic residue it felt like breathing through silk. He had come here to remind the Ten Commandments of the fear they once held for him—to show them that the Dragon's Sin of Wrath was no traitor to be dismissed. But as he pushed open the heavy chamber door, the scene before him stopped him cold. There, in the center of the room, stood a woman whose silhouette he had not seen in over three thousand years. The dim light caught the curve of her jaw, the familiar fall of her dark hair. His heart slammed against his ribs. She was a Commandment now, the dark emblem glinting at her chest, but bene…