Blissful Curse of One Love
Goddess Elizabeth daughter of the Supreme Deity and Demon Prince Meliodas eldest son of the Demon King faithfully meet following a recent battle between their clans. Despite their differences and way of life, they fall in love. To be together, will they overcome the impossible or be cursed forever in the process?
(100% of the credit and ownership goes to the creators of Nanatsu no Taizai. I do NOT own any of it!)
Chapter 1: Prologue
Her eyes carried
a certain kind of silence that
begged to be understood and I
felt as if I was
a scientist,
staring with eager,
fervent eyes into
galaxies that have not
yet had the chance to be named.
-Christopher Poindexter
Meliodas, proud Demon Prince and heir to the throne of the feared Demon clan, head of the gruesome Ten Commandments, older brother of Zeldris and eldest son of the Demon King was known throughout the realms. Meliodas was darkness itself and respected as the most wicked, petrifying and horrifying demon of them all. All his actions were delivered in pure confidence, revealed a conceited personality and cold as ice demeanor. His midnight black demon mark displaying his high status and royal heritage, covered most of his forehead and curved just below his right eye. His eye color while in demon state was a deep hickory-black with a slight tint of magenta in the center. He showed no emotion other than indifference and appreciated solitude.
Short in stature and youthful appearance, he was especially muscular, displaying an exceptional array of abdominal muscles, biceps and perfectly sculpted chest. His messy blond hair and eyes pierced terror in the hearts of all those who came across his dreadful path. Wearing an outfit made entirely of dark black matter and composed of a vest-like coat covering only his armpits that flared out in ragged edges, with his high collar spread wide. Meliodas also wore two wristbands composed of the same dark black matter as the rest of his outfit. His pants were connected to his feet, making them appear similar to bird feet, except five toes extended outwards.
Arch enemies of the pitiful Goddess clan, Meliodas viewed them all with disdain and as worthless individuals that were far too soft and self-righteous to be worth his time. Meliodas was fiercely loyal to his father, the Demon King, and as such never questioned when his father gave the order to eliminate members of the Goddess clan or members belonging to another race. Majority of his time the past several years had been spent cutting down and eliminating goddesses. There were none other he hated more in the Goddess clan, than the mighty Four Archangels which consisted of their leader Ludociel, Sariel, Tarmiel and Mael.
The Ten Commandments were viewed as the elite soldiers of the Demon clan bestowed their power by the Demon King. As such, the Four Archangels were the Ten Commandments rightful equals. The four warriors were given their all-knowing power from the Supreme Deity in a similar fashion. Despite their great power, Meliodas did not fear nor worry over the potential threat they posed. Time and time again he continuously battled them and never felt his life come close to being in danger. Each outcome brought no true results, either the Demons winning or the goddesses prevailing. The war with the goddesses, still brought many questions, more questions than it did answers but he continued to mercilessly battle without hesitation.
Love? Happiness? Innate goodness? Such absurd concepts never existed, nor did it make the slight difference to his purpose in life. He lived to eliminate, take life away and bring destruction to all those who dare defy the Demon King. His own ambitions and personal goals only consisted of one day becoming Demon King himself. If he kept furthering his brute strength and hardening his stoic nature, nothing else would matter.
Personally, he found no point in loving another or sharing his life beside the arms of a soulmate, one's true love. What childish and foolish nonsense. He never found anyone, not a single woman of any race attractive. He did not see any point in sharing himself in such an intimate way. His father had taught him at a young age that to be intimate is to be vulnerable and to vulnerable is to be weak. Weakness was the absolute disgrace of the Demon clan. His younger brother Zeldris was honest and sincere to a fault and had learned to fight from Meliodas. So, Meliodas had resolved at that moment, not only for himself but for his brother as well, to be strong, feared and cutthroat.
As what every day consisted of these days, Meliodas was currently in a ferocious battle with the Archangel Mael and his goddess army. Mael was now known as the strongest of the Four Archangels and had turned into an exceptionally talented warrior recently. It is why Mael and Meliodas found themselves leading their respectful clans these days in the most important battles. Mael was a tall and muscular goddess who had long flowing silver hair and piercing sky-blue eyes that were currently reflecting the symbol of a triskele. Dressed in the traditional goddess armor and wings stretched proudly across the sky, he smirked down at Meliodas. Meliodas could not stand the guy but found at least some enjoyment in fighting someone who kept him occupied and not bored out of his mind.
"So, we meet again wretched Demon Prince? What is this, our sixth or seventh encounter lately? Do me a favor today and will you just admit defeat?" Mael shouted from across Meliodas in the sky where they battled. He titled his head slightly and started to laugh, his laugh echoing throughout the gusty winds. His dignified stance and striking hair swirled in the wind. He flawlessly led his goddesses in battle, having exceptional battle strategies that Meliodas found difficulty in equally countering.
The Demon clan and Goddess clan fought endlessly each day, each clan determined to prevail over the other. Mael and Meliodas were neck in neck for blows. Light and darkness making the sky rumble and the ground of Britannia shake in wonder around them. Right as his feet collided with a rock a few hundred feet below from Mael's attack, where Meliodas easily caught his footing, it was then he noticed another goddess arrive from the lavender and teal skies above.
Meliodas felt an unbelievably strong presence appear above him and felt the new bystander staring down curiously at him but felt not the slightest bit of hatred radiating from her. He sensed a presence he had not quite felt before, not in all his lonely and miserable years of life. Creamy white feathers were falling around her in the sky, making her appear as the sun itself. Bright orange and yellow sunrays shown from around her, making him squint his eyes in awe. His breathing hitched, and he couldn't find a way to take his next breath.
He looked up and made eye contact with the divine being responsible for overwhelming his sense of reason. When Meliodas boldly looked up, he saw a goddess flying just above him and directly in the center of where he stood, a goddess so unlike all the others, so remarkably beautiful. Beautiful wasn't even near the correct word for this woman. She was graceful, aesthetic and alluring. Beauty defined her every feature. Heavenly and bewitching, she was an angel despite the gruesome bloodbath before them from the battle between their clans. Goddesses and demons lay slaughtered on the battle field, despair filled the air around them, but he couldn't bring it in himself to look away from her, not yet. She was a true depiction of everything pure and holy amongst the realms.
The goddess had a deliciously slender yet curvaceous figure and appeared to be of regular height with her wings stretched out. The woman had long arctic silver hair that reflected the sun's soft glow, that reached below her waist and bangs were cut so they were aligned just above her eyebrows. She had long, dark black eyelashes that accented her face, having a soft pale skin complexion, and large Prussian blue eyes shaded with dark cyan in the center. Her eyes were glossed over with sincere tears, softly weeping over the lives of the goddesses and demons lost during the battle. The goddess wore a dark maroon tie over a white collared sleeveless dress that exposed her back, wearing black leggings and cloth shoes adorned with a maroon ribbon.
She radiated with compassion, consideration and tender-heartedness. Meliodas could have lived the rest of his days and never seen a sight so worthy and truly incredible. He felt warmth expand internally within him, and a feeling he could not name light within his soul. The demon prince's hearts began beating rapidly in his chest, so much so he felt as if they all might burst in unison from the sight of this goddess. Time seemed to have stopped for perpetuity and for once, he would not have cared. His fingers twitched slightly, he wanted to feel what her soft skin felt like underneath his callous and battle torn finger tips, he wanted the goddess to speak and never stop. He desperately wanted to discover her name, feel her, and know her like one else did.
Little did the demon prince know at the time, but this day would be etched in his hearts for as long as life breathed into him. It was that fateful day that Meliodas met the Goddess Elizabeth, one of the highest-ranked members of the Goddess Clan and the Supreme Deity's very own daughter. His entire world as he knew it would shortly be turned around for all eternity.
Elizabeth…
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