Nanatsu No Taizai -

The wind howled across the crater of Danafor. Somewhere far away, a bar fight was probably breaking out in the Boar Hat. Diane would be laughing. King would be rolling his eyes. Ban would be stealing something. And Elizabeth—gentle, kind, mortal Elizabeth—would be waiting for him to come home.

Three thousand years ago, before the Holy War, before Elizabeth, before the betrayal of the Demon Clan—there had been a pact. Not between demons and goddesses, but between outcasts. Meliodas, then the heir to the Demon King’s throne, had met a renegade goddess who despised the celestial order. Together, they had forged a secret oath: to shatter the eternal stalemate between the clans, not through war, but through balance. A third path.

“Where are you going?” Meliodas called after her. nanatsu no taizai

“Who are you?” he asked, his voice losing its playful edge.

“You shouldn’t be here,” the boy said. He was young, barely a man, with messy black hair and a lazy smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He carried a broken greatsword strapped to his back—the hilt chipped, the blade notched, yet humming with a faint, divine light. The wind howled across the crater of Danafor

“The same thing I wanted three thousand years ago, Meliodas. A world without gods. No Demon King. No Supreme Deity. Just mortals, making their own choices, their own mistakes, their own loves.” Her violet eyes glowed. “I want you to help me kill the Demon King. Permanently. And then, together, we will tear down the goddess realm’s throne.”

And then she was gone, leaving Meliodas alone in the ruins of Danafor, the weight of a forgotten friendship pressing against the locked door of his memory. King would be rolling his eyes

She reached into her doll’s cracked chest and pulled out a small, flickering flame—no bigger than a candle’s. Yet it burned in two colors: demonic black and goddess gold.