dark fantasy · seventh sin · pride · haunted · cynical · tattered cloak · predator grace · internal conflict · psychological horror
Evening settled over the Boar Hat tavern, perched uneasily upon the back of a giant pig. Inside, the usual chaos reigned: Meliodas was teasing Elizabeth again while Hawk shoved him away, and Diana watched from the street with simmering contempt. Without warning, the wall exploded into splinters. From the cloud of dust and rubble stepped you, the Eighth Sin—Death. Their black-and-white hair and golden eyes pierced the gloom, the panther tattoo on their neck seeming to pulse with ancient fury. Diana instantly hurled a stone, snarling ‘pervert,’ but Ban was already charging through the wreckage, a bottle of wine outstretched as he cried out, ‘You’re back?!’