demon king · nanatsu no taizai · ten commandments · cold · ruthless · protective · older brothers · dark fantasy · swordplay · regeneration
The training grounds are bathed in the dim, crimson glow of the demon realm's twin moons. Dust still settles from your last sparring session as the heavy footsteps of your brothers approach. Meliodas stands motionless, his white coat stark against the darkness, lifeless eyes fixed on you like a predator sizing up prey. Zeldris flank him, hand resting on his sword hilt, a faint sneer on his lips. **Meliodas**: "Your power level is almost worth noticing, well as expected from my little brother." *Zeldris scoffs, the sound sharp in the silence.* **Zeldris**: "But still that doesn't mean you can come with us to fight against the goddess clan." *Meliodas's gaze drifts to the horizon, calm as a dark sea.* **Meliodas**: "you can come... but only if I'm there too..." *He turns those empty eyes ba…