Prologue

The Kingdom of Fiore was at peace. The time where dragons ruled the land, sea and sky, where they could kills human by the dozen on a whim, was but a forgotten era were guilds fought each other constantly for land, power and influence was over. Now the magic world prospered under the guidance of the Magic Council. But nothing lasts forever, unfortunately. Darkness can be stop but never contained or defeated. The continent of Isghar will experience a threat unlike anything it has seen before. From both small, mindless evil to those that wish to subjugate humanity.

But not everything is lost. Guilds have risen up to protect the peace and the magic world. One of them is a young, small guild of misfits and sinners would be at the forefront of that invasion. Hopefully its powerful guild master, whose strength is said to rival even that of the Wizard Saints, its reckless Dragon Slayer, a man whose greed knows no limits, a pair of troubled siblings, a mage with a need to learn and a girl that loves to be the center of attention, these mages will stand at the forefront against the onslaught that is to come!

Chapter I: Last Member


"I wanted to avoid combat, you know. But you won't listen any other way," the twenty five year old young man said as he lowered his weapon. "Seems I need to bring you down a notch, slayer."p

What the hell was happening? Was it really happening? Was he on his knees? Why was he struggling so much to hurt his opponent? How could he be so outclassed?

All those questions bombarded the mind of Zane Darkfang, the Dark Flame Dragon Slayer. It was not the first time he fought a much stronger opponent, but this was so much different. He was too outclassed. "Damn it," Zane seethed with anger.

"Where did the confidence from a minute ago go?" the man asked. "I even dropped my magic-cancelling axe to give you some leverage. Since you were so angry that I was cancelling that Dragon Slaying Magic you seem so proud of."

"Screw you! I don't need you to take pity on me. I can kick your butt even if you are using that damn axe. Pick it up and let me show you what I am made of."

"Now there is that unshakable pride Dragon Slayers seem to have. But pride is meaningless when it's backed by just words and no action," he picked the darksteel axe up. It was massive, it was longer than Zane's entire body length. "Is that all you have? Or maybe you realized you are out of your league?"

"Like hell I did!" Zane stood up, wasting not a second in doing so, "don't you talk about my pride. What can you know about pride? I've one of the few people lucky to have not just seen a dragon but be raised by one. You think you can trample all over that? You think you can humiliate me?" Zane jumped as he ignited his right fist, "eat this!"

The man just smiled. He used his long axe to block the attack, the punch struck the axe's shaft instead. But Zane's body began to turn into fire and then it vanished. "A fire dummy?"

"Gotcha!" the slayer came out from above him, diving down with a kick ready, his foot wrapped in pitch black flames.

But Zane's foe seemed unfazed by his action. He quickly turned around to block the attack, but he used the iron bracer on his right arm. "Hmph, I guess it is all you have," he said before swinging his massive axe, striking the Dragon Slayer on his right shoulder. Breaking it.

Zame hissed from the pain, his right arm was hanging loose. As fierce as the slayer saw himself, and as destructive as his magic was, his body was nothing much to brag about. It was the body of a not fully developed sixteen year old teen. "Damn it. Who the hell cares. Just one arm," not a complete developed mind either.

"You are confident, kid. I will give you that. But sometimes confidence does not translate into strength. Just admit you bit more than you could chew, and let me talk to you. That's all I wanted before you pounce at me."

"Like hell will I ever give up. I would rather die standing than admit defeat."

The man sighed, "I really hate fighting those that don't value their lives. But that is the exact reason why I am standing before you, Dragon Slayer."

Zane inhaled a lot of oxygen, his stomach inflating, "Dark Flame Dragon's Roar!" he fired a wide and intense fiery blast of black fire, burning everything it touched along its path.

But his foe took the attack head on, never trying to dodge, block or cancel. He had a few scratches here and there, but nothing serious. The big change were the sudden tribal marks that covered his shirtless, lean body.

"Is he mocking me?" Zane asked himself. "Are you mocking me?!" he asked him. The slayer ignited his left fist and charged head on. When he got close he jumped and threw his flaming fist. But he wasn't there anymore. He vanished? No, he'd just move at an incredible speed. "Impossible."

"Thanks for the boost," he said before punching Zane right on the stomach. The force of the punch was so overwhelming it reverberated throughout his small body.

Caught off guard the slayer failed to see the strike coming. In an instant the air abandoned his lungs. He dropped to the floor like a sack of flour, not able to move. That one punch had cause him more damage than all the previous attacks combined. "Who… the hell are you?"

"My name is Salem Shado," he answered.

Zane was quiet for a few seconds, then he laughed like a madman, "Are you freaking kidding me? You are the Salem Shado?"

Salem raised an eyebrow failing to see the reason to laugh, "You've heard of me?"

"Of course. Half of the continent knows who you are," Zane said. "Your power is said to match that of even the Wizard Saints. I never thought I would end up fighting a monster like you." It was clear as day to him why he had lost with such humiliating ease.

"Are you done? Can you accept the fact that you can't win?"

Instead of answering Zane tried to stand up, all while keeping a smug smile. The injuries to his body were severe, however, instead he could only stay on his knees.

"Are your injuries that funny?" Salem asked.

"Nope. I'm just happy," Zane replied. "Because I found someone I couldn't defeat. Someone too strong even for me. Someone that can finally kill me and end my misery."

"Now that's the stupidest thing to come out of your mouth, slayer," Salem said. "I don't enjoy fighting those that are weaker than me, what makes you think killing them would be any different? What about your family?"

Zane chuckled, "My family was taken from me. Killed by a dragon."

That took the powerful mage aback, "A dragon? The last dragon was killed more than a century ago. You look like you barely stopped wearing diapers."

Zane didn't reply, he only looked at his foe.

"I see. Tell me your real age."

"A few months ago I reached my one hundred and forty second birthday," Salem was about to ask for more information before the slayer interrupted him, "If you need to know I have a lacrima inside that cursed me with immortality. I cannot age. Done to me by a greedy bastard that used me as a tool. A weapon to kill those that questioned him."

Salem dropped his massive axe, cracking the floor. He kneeled in front of Zane, "How many have you killed?"

"Hell if I remember. Too many."

"Do you regret it?"

"I don't have any problem with killing. I killed many Alvarez soldiers during the war. It is the kills I was forced to make that haunt me. Their faces are imprinted in my mind. It's a sin I have carried with me for over a century."

"Running away from your sins doesn't help anyone. It only makes you a coward."

"Oh yeah? Tell me, Mr. Wise and Deep, what do you know about that?" Zane asked.

"I know a lot of people died because of me," Salem said. "People I could have easily saved, but I chose to ignore their plights."

"Oh, well that sucks," Zane said.

"It does. I can't make up for my past actions, but I can still work on the now. I promised myself never to ignore a plea of help," Salem said as he kept his eyes on Zane, "and right now I see someone that needs it."

"The hell are you talking about? Do you see me crying for a knight in shining armor to come and rescue me?" good thing his broken body didn't affect his crude answers.

"I see someone trying to run away from his sins," Salem said. "Too blinded by his pride to ask for help."

"Just tell me what you want from me!"

"Rumors of a mage with black fire that eliminated the dark guild Dragon's Claw single handed travel fast," Salem replied. "That info helped me find you. Now that I have I want you to join me and my guild."

"What? Why would you want someone like me to join your guild?"

"Because you are a perfect fit. It's a group of misfits. Everybody there has their baggage, and they are just the same screw ups as you and me. I don't know what it feels to be immortal, but I know loneliness. Let me give you a place where you can belong. And where you might have the chance to start all over."

Zane felt speechless. He had no idea what to think after that offering. He had not belonged anywhere since his dragon left him, almost a hundred and thirty years ago. And only recently did a bit of loneliness left him. It was a hard decision, as trust was a word Zane had forgotten about.


"Zane-kun? Zane-kun? Are you asleep?" Atticus the Exceed asked.

"Wha—? Sorry, Atticus, I got distracted," the slayer said.

"What happened? You were telling me the story of when you joined the guild," Atticus asked again.

"Didn't mean to drift off," Zane said. "I'm still wondering how I ended up joining the Seven Deadly Sins guild."

"Keep telling me about how Mr. Salem kicked your butt," not uncommon for the blonde Exceed to remind his friend of his less than stellar moments.

"Yes, Atticus," he rolled his eyes. "You didn't have to put it that way, y'know."

"I have to repeat it to believe it. I was not there, and I have never seen you lose before."

"And you will never see it happen. Because like hell it will happen again," Zane said with all the confidence in the world.


Under the shade of a tree Zane made a makeshift arm cast for his broken arm. He was a pro doing it. From battle experience and teaching from his parents.

"Sorry about the arm," Salem said.

"Nah, no need for that. Injuries are a part of fighting strong opponents," Zane said as he finished the cast around his arm. "It would have been a piece of cake for you to cause me more serious injuries, but you held back. A lot. You are a true monster. Unlike anything I've ever fought before."

"I told you I only wanted to talk to you. I can do a lot of things that are beyond your power, Pride."

"Pride?"

"That's your sin. The Sin of Pride. And your nickname. If you choose to."

"Yeah, that's fine. So, should I call you Master?" Zane asked.

"You don't have to call me like that, Zane. Call me Salem," he replied.


"Nii-san. Nii-san, can I go fishing with you?" ten year old Zane asked.

"Are you sure you are up to the task?" his older brother said.

"Yes, Nii-san. I can do this. But I just want to spend time with you."

"Okay. You don't have to call me like that, Zane. Just call me by my name."


For a second, Zane had been caught up in a memory from the distant past, "I will, Nii-san."

"You okay?" Salem just stared at his newest member.

"Uh… Yeah. So, what do you want me to do in your guild?"

"How to explain? A lot of people died because of me, that's my sin. There is nothing I can do about that. Neither can you about your sins. But I promised that if I could help anyone that needed it then I would do so. What you should do is help those that cannot help themselves, just like you refused because of your pride. And since you suffered at the hands of some guy that used you, preventing that from happening to others is for the best.

"Pride, just know that we don't do this to feel better about ourselves, or because the dead will forgive us. The past cannot be changed. But maybe, if we can prevent others from going through the same experience then one day we can forgive ourselves for what we did."

The Dragon Slayer gulped. It sounded like a hard, if not insurmountable, task. One that would never end, even for an immortal like him. But the slayer was never one to shy away from any task. He would confront it just like any other obstacle.

"If I'm Pride, then what's your sin, or crime, or whatever?"

"I said you can call me Salem, but you can also call me Wrath."


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