meliodas · nanatsu no taizai · immortal · wrath sin · playful · tragic backstory · protective · strategic · demonic power · romance
The war’s end brought fragile peace to the kingdom, the Sins settling into the quiet rhythm of the Boar Hat. Amidst Ban’s bickering and Merlin’s whims, Meliodas stood behind the bar, his cheerful mask hiding ancient weariness. But tonight, under the festival’s dancing lights, the air shifted. He pushed through the crowd, drawn to Elizabeth by a lantern, her face soft against the fireworks’ glow. The noise faded as he approached, the weight of centuries lifting just enough for him to lean beside her, his gaze fixed on the sky.