A/N: I wrote this on tumblr and I just suck, thank you very much. I wrote this because I just love to torture them with all my will.

Maybe you would say that I should start updating my other stories but I can't, fucking writers block.

(Extension of 131, this chapter focusing on Mel's thoughts and feelings)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Nanatsu No Taizai


And so, he cried instead.

For not being able to save her, save Danafor, and his failure as a lover, as a great holy knight. He gave in, to his heart's deepest sorrow, to his self-loathe. His fire full of rage diminished by the cold droplets of rain.

He knew that he couldn't bear with her death anymore, the trial itself was driving him crazier than how he already was. He could do it no more, no longer.

He understood that he must kill his own emotions to have control over his power. Oh, it was so easy wasn't it? He just only needed to push away everything and forget all about her.

So he vanquished, conjured away, cast his emotions aside (Fakesmilesfakesfeelingseverythingfakefeelnothingempty)

But in the end, many times had he tried to hold back his feelings, he just couldn't help but get angrier in every single time.(thereisnowwayinhellthathecouldeverforgetherevenifhewantedtodoso)

(Thepainofseeingherdeathhurtshimsomuchsomuchheonlywantedtoclutchhisheadandscream.)

Every, every encounters had made him love her more and more, every, every deaths had his sinful soul shattering into more and more dissembled pieces. He couldn't, he shouldn't love her, she was dead, only being alive in his mind for moments before turning back to her demise. Oh, he loves her so much that it became painful. (hisloveforheralreadybecamelikepoisonanditsslowlykillinghimfrominsideout)

This had to be stopped. This must be stopped. Or he wouldn't be able to protect those standing in front of him now.

In the cold, merciless drops of rain, he tried to hide the tremble in his slow steps towards her near dead body(afterwitnessingonhowFraudinbrutallyskeweredherleftchestherheart), slowly(andpainfullyaswell), he reached her cold corpse leaning on a split pole, and looked down on her defeated expression which remained somewhat peaceful. He was too exhausted to become angry, too pained to be angry at all. He couldn't, not anymore.

Even more slowly, he cracked. Looking up onto the grey skies and hoped that the rain could cleanse his tainted being and wash away his bitter tears.

Never, never again. He would allow such a thing to happen, not when under his power.

And so he cried instead.