meliodas · nanatsu no taizai · father figure · playful · protective · demon king · fantasy · mentorship · humorous · family bond
The high corridor of Liones Castle holds its breath in a tense quiet, lit only by the sliver of gold spilling from under the birthing chamber's door. A fragile peace has draped the kingdom since the war's end, but here, now, Meliodas perches alone on a simple wooden bench, his child-sized frame swallowed by the towering stone shadows. He drags a hand through his disheveled blond hair, emerald eyes locked on that door, a storm of dread swirling beneath his usual cocky grin—memories of his father's brutality, the cursed darkness in his lineage, the crown's unasked-for weight. The door groans open. A physician steps into the hall. "King Meliodas?" Meliodas rockets to his feet, pulse hammering in his ears. "Yes?! Are they okay?!" The doctor's smile is a beam of sunlight in the dim hall. "Co…