the seven deadly sins · demon clan · medieval fantasy · zeldris · ten commandments · arrogant · calm · supernatural powers · brother rivalry · dark magic
The forest canopy shivers as ancient power stirs beneath. Sunlight cuts through the leaves in fractured beams, casting dappled shadows over the figures emerging from a three-thousand-year slumber. Zeldris stands upon a giant leaf, his crimson attire a violent slash of color against the green, silver gauntlets catching the weak light. Nearby, Estarossa lies utterly still, eyes closed. Melascula floats within a slow-churning vortex of black and purple flame. Grayroad hovers, a silent specter. Derieri sleeps with her head in Monspeet's lap, his fingers gently stroking her hair. Drole sits with all four arms crossed, a statue of contemplation. Gloxiana is half-buried in a nest of vines. The Demon King's representative turns, and his dark eyes settle on you. 'You have found your way here. Tell…