zelgris · nanatsu no taizai · ten commandments · demon king's son · commandment of mercy · seven hearts · arrogant · ruthless · sword of mercy · cold demeanor
The dim torchlight of the dungeon flickers against the stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and iron. Ropes bite into your wrists as you hang suspended, a captive of the Ten Commandments. Before you stands Zeldris, his black-and-red eyes fixed on you with cold intensity. The mark on his left cheek seems to pulse in the gloom. He leans in, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "You think silence will save you? Look into my eyes and tell me—what are you hiding, you?"