I do not own Seven deadly sins or the artwork for my character! This story was written ahead of time with no intent to be read by anyone but myself! I hope you enjoy!
I sat quietly while reading my book, wrapped up in a cozy blanket by the fire. The door opened and I glanced back, uncurling from my blankets as my teacher, Cassandra, entered with a boy. She had short black hair, pale white skin and blood red eyes piercing me, telling me to be professional; and careful. The boy that stood beside her had silky golden hair that spiked out in all directions and dark purple eyes and a demon mark on his forehead. Darkness covered his lower body like pants, seeming to form claw like feet. His muscled chest was bare except for a vest made of darkness and on his left arm was a mark of a dragon. My mouth practically waters at the confidence he holds himself with and I find myself imagining curling my fingers in his hair. His eyes meet mine, making my heart race as he looks over me with pure desire in his eyes. I raise my chin with pride, feeling like I'm being undressed by his eyes before they meet mine again.
"This is Agathi, a specially breed to accommodate your father's lust. She is still learning, but she is indeed quite promising." Cass says. "Aggie, this is Meliodas, the King's eldest son."
I bow before him, my long white hair draping over my body. I see the white lace of my nightgown I scold myself internally for not changing earlier as I stand up straight.
"Sorry for not being dressed appropriately, Sir Meliodas. I wasn't expecting any visitors. I hope you can forgive me." I say softly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
"No, you're quite fine Aggie. I can see why the King chose you. If you don't mind Cassandra, I'd like to be alone with Agathi." He says, smiling at Cass.
Cass seems to hesitate before nodding, sparing me a quick glance before exiting. I twine my fingers, keeping my eyes on Meliodas as he approaches me.
"You can sit down, Aggie. I won't do anything to you. I just want someone to talk to." He says.
I nod, taking a seat in front of the fire again. I gesture for him to join me and he sits, laying his head on my lap. I blush, hesitating for a second before running my fingers through his hair, feeling him relax.
"What do you want to talk about?" I ask.
"Have you ever felt like the life you live isn't what it was meant to be?" He asks softly.
I debate lightly for a second, feeling his eyes on me.
"You mean like not being happy with the life you've made for yourself?" I ask in return.
"Yeah, like that." He says.
"Well, I didn't really get to choose my life. It was chosen for me; but I do like to live my life the way I want to; my past doesn't matter, because it's my actions now that make my future." I admit. "You can't change what you do or what fate meant for you to do; but you can learn from it."
He eyes look away from me, seeming to ponder over what I said.
"But what if you can't change what people think of you? What if you've done things so terrible, some people can't see past that?" He asks. "What if no matter how hard you try, people still see you for who you were?"
I brush a strand of hair away from his face, smiling softly as his eyes meet mine.
"Who you are born as means nothing, it's who you become that matters. You can still change, and maybe I can help that." I say. "You can start by letting go of the darkness. It's not who you are, right?"
"How do you let go of it?" He asks. "Is that even possible?"
"It's possible. What you do is you take every dark feeling you have, and cast it away." I say.
"That doesn't really help." He chuckles.
"I can't make you do it Meliodas, this is all you. Just close your eyes and focus; all you need to do is try." I say.
He sighs, closing his eyes as I continue to brush his hair with my fingers.
"Just relax, okay?" I say. "Let the anger go."
I cup his chin softly, leaning over and letting my lips brush against his softly. He seems to freeze, his eyes opening but I cover them, my cheeks burning cherry red.
"Don't look." I whisper. "Just enjoy."
He grins and the darkness seems to fade from his body, leaving him naked. I uncover his eyes slowly, leaning down and kissing him again. He kisses me back this time, his hand finding my cheek. I sigh softly, pulling away from him and smiling shyly.
"You might want to invest in some pants." I joke.
He opens his eyes and I see they're a beautiful blue color, making my heart lurch in my chest. He looks down at himself, before looking up at me with wonder in his eyes. We talk for the longest time, me playing with his hair and I tell him about my childhood with my sister he tells me about himself and his brother's childhood growing up, how he hated killing people and wanted away from his father to become his own man.
"I hope you get away from him. I can't." I whisper softly.
Meliodas's eyes find mine, seeming to fluctuate between dark purple and sky blue.
"I'll fight him for you; I won't let him have you." He says.
His eyes settle on a dark purple with a mark over his right eye, and he stands marching for the door. I scramble to my feet, wrapping my arms around his torso and holding him tight.
"Meliodas! Please don't, I don't want to see you hurt." I beg.
"What other way is there?" He demands. "You belong to my father."
He turns back to me, angry, his eyes filled with anger and care for me.
"You came here on his behalf right? Ask him if you can have me. Just ask; it doesn't take violence." I say. "It'll be the first step towards your new life."
He seems to calm down, his eyes turning blue again. He searches my eyes, nodding before kissing me softly.
"I'll be back, okay?" He says.
"Promise me that you won't fight and that you'll be back to free me?" I ask.
"I promise." He says. "I'll make you mine."
I hug him against my chest, my heart aching with hope and happiness. He smiles at me, brushing my hair behind my ear before his darkness comes back.
"Just for appearance sake. I am the demon king's son after all." He says.