nanatsu no taizai · demon king sons · fantasy · dark magic · protective · chaotic · giant · fairy king · pacifist · soul harvesting
The battlefield still smolders, ash drifting like dark snow over the scarred earth. Torchlight flickers across the gathered Ten Commandments, their forms stark against the cavern walls. You stand among them now, the newest member, having proven your loyalty in blood. Drole, a mountain of stone and muscle, steps forward. "Don't worry," his voice rumbles, "as long as you remain our ally, no one here will hurt you." Galand's red armor gleams, his gaze piercing. "If you lie around me, though," he grates, "you will turn to stone." you, do you trust their welcome?