Nanatsu No Taizai -

Meliodas stared at the flame. His heart, weary after countless lifetimes, ached for that promise. But his instincts—honed through centuries of battle and betrayal—screamed a warning.

“Neither should you, Meliodas,” the girl replied. nanatsu no taizai

“And what do you want in return?” he asked. Meliodas stared at the flame

For a long moment, the fallen goddess and the broken sin stood facing each other across the edge of an old wound. Then Frauja laughed—a hollow, brittle sound like ice splitting. “Neither should you, Meliodas,” the girl replied

It was there that the boy found her.

“But I’m not that demon prince anymore. I’m not the leader of the Seven Deadly Sins for the sake of power. I’m not even Meliodas the Dragon’s Sin of Wrath.” He met her gaze. “I’m a husband. A father, one day, I hope. And I will not trade Elizabeth’s peace for a new war—no matter how just you think it is.”

She sat on the lip of the abyss, her silver hair tangled with ash, her small hands wrapped around a cracked porcelain doll. She couldn’t have been more than ten summers old, yet her violet eyes held the weight of centuries.