A/N: Welcome to the demo of a Nanatsu no Taizai fanfiction project I am working on. Fear not for my other projects. I have 14 complete chapters for this that I can take my time to upload~

Ban and Meliodas are the main characters. Mostly Ban, especially in the beginning. Finally, I want everyone to know beforehand that the rating is likely going to go up, the feels are strong in this fic, and I am going to be pulling Ban apart and putting him back together for my own cruel amusement in many cruel ways. Also. Serious Meliodas and Ban bromance in the future. But honestly, this is really experimental overall. A way for me to explore ideas, theories, headcanons, and dynamics in the form of a cohesive story.

The overall theme of the series is religious mythologies, such as the Seven Deadly Sins, the Seven Heavenly Virtues, and religious doctrines. This means the "break" chapters allowing commentary and explanations are called "Scriptures".

1. Soliloquy for the Stars

"Six stars flew from earth, and from earth they touched the heavens whence they belonged. From that point in the heavens, an abyss of unfeasible blackness spread throughout the lands, laying sorrow in its wake. Land to sea, realm to corporeal; a fallacy for all to endure. Six stars for Seven Deadly Sins."

Wahahaha.

Everyone died. Some thought that way. This was purgatory. But no one blamed the Stars. The stars and their dust did what they thought was right. No one could have known this would happen. The birth of a new age. The birth of a new species. The birth of the end of everything.

Ahahaha.

But that's alright, my little doll. You'll be pieced back together, good as new, so that you can join your comrades in righteous battle once more before the end. You'll be better than ever before, untarnished, renewed. Until then, would like to hear a story?

Tell me a story.

-:ThFLTh:-

"Once upon a time, before time was known, storytellers weaved the world before the world known today. It was empty, and everyone had their own stories to tell. Some took their ideas from other storytellers, who in turn took some ideas from others. Any good storyteller could manipulate the ideas of others into their own, so no storyteller minded the borrowing of their ideas. Slowly but surely, time was weaved into existence, and the stories flourished.

But some storytellers weren't good at making stories. One was messy, inexperienced, and needed help. Instead of asking for help, they stubbornly refused it, continuing to try fixing their story until a semblance of contentment was felt. The story moved, with smaller stories weaving into existence as time moved on. The storyteller was happy, and loved their story. Their creation.

Time was beyond a force to control, and the story of this teller would soon come into its own existence no longer manipulated by weaves. The story was coming to a close. This made the storyteller sad. This made the storyteller bitter. It was their story. How dare it continue weaving on its own, without the strings to bind it? It would not relinquish control to the new natural order, as some of the other storytellers would do. It would instead change the story. Make it impossible to end.

And unlike the careful machinations that other storytellers took for their stories, this storyteller wanted to make a change immediately. Abruptly. Without plan, without consideration for consequence. And in turn, their story broke. It fell apart, its weaves upon hinges, disconcerted and out of place. Broken, possibly, beyond repair."

-:ThFLTh:-

Broken.

Yes, dearest, like you are. But not for long. It all needs a fixing, for this storyteller broke everything. Help will not come, not from them. But from you, my dear. My sweet, sinful doll.

Sin.

Another mistake. Everyone is ruined. Everyone is literal. Everything is not as it once was. Everything will die.

There you are, my dear. You are better, now. So beautiful, so unique. You are my legacy, of my own.

Go, now, with the watchful eye upon us. Ever present. Ever Knowing. It is not mine...but It will lead you back home.

Wahahaha.

Six stars for Seven Deadly Sins. Another star has fallen, now, from the heavens to earth. Death will come, with Judgement due before their passage to Heaven or Hell. Be wary of those four last things.

They're Errors.

I didn't make them.