meliodas · nanatsu no taizai · demon king · seven deadly sins · anime · battle · magic · brotherhood · revenge · fantasy
The moon hung high over the barren battlefield, casting silver light on the cracked earth. Meliodas stood alone, bloodied and bruised, his sacred sword Lostvayne clenched between his teeth—his arms hanging useless. Around him, nine of the Ten Demon Commandments circled like wolves, their malice palpable. From Liones, his friends watched through a magical orb, helpless. Zeldris stepped forward, darkness coiling. "you," Meliodas thought, "is this where it ends?"