Disclaimer: I do not own Seven Deadly Sins
This whole first chapter was written by me but I had to be told what to edit on it by an author called Garlic Pit. Hopefully I'm not betraying what the anime/manga means to you viewers.
One bar everyone wanted to drink in because of the tasty alcohol there called Boar Hut and another bar with tasty food prepared by a chef who once earned three hundred dollars a customer. Boar Hut's reputation though was it served bad food and the other bar Red Leviathan only gave water as beverages and it made people cough drinking it.
Only three people worked in Red Leviathan. There was the owner, a twenty seven year old man named Crumpa who earned the money from a favor he was owed, a ditzy waitress of dark skin and skimpy waitress cloths showing her midriff Rin, and the chef Hommy.
Crumpa was a man who liked to stop himself from passing a mirror so he could see how his face was clear of blemishes and zits. He had blue hair cut short by his barber and the woman he had unrequited love towards. He wore a black yutaka with a handkerchief sticking out of the belt. His eyes were crimson and everyone who knew him when he was a boy knew his eyes used to be blue. He was stressed with how he wanted his waitress to change uniforms but people keep jeering him to keep her outfit the way it was. If he had a Sacred Treasure he would threaten them to obey his ideas
On the outside of the bar there was a traveler about to walk inside the Red Leviathan. He was behind a long silver haired girl no man wouldn't see as pretty and a person who looked like a little boy but was clearly a man. The one behind them was the one on an adventure.
The traveler went rigid for a moment, his bones were telling him to stop before he walked into that tavern. It was scary knowing what makes you move was telling you to stop and what was even scarier than that was who could be following the adventurer, he believed he had an idea.
"Wait for me Meliodas!" Hawk yelled, charging towards the Red Leviathan like a stampede.
The adventurer, recently named Meliodas, was almost rammed into by a chubby pig with rosy cheeks. It was a strange animal but clearly an intelligent animal if it could speak like a human. The adventurer opened the door for the chubby little piggy as it ran inside.
"Thank you!" It said in a rushed tone.
"I'll be there with you in a second," Rin told the pig while she was dealing with both four men she was having trouble with because she had no idea who was getting what and her head was throbbing with pain so much she couldn't understand what any of the men were saying.
Hawk, who was the pig, shuddered thinking about how rough the manager of that waitress must have it keeping her in his bad. Hawk would rather eat what was in the forest than wait for his turn; by turning around to leave Hawk saw a man with pudgy cheeks, comb but short black hair, and a duffle bag standing outside like a-little-out-of-shape statue. But who was Hawk to judge on how round people were-he ate food that falls off people's plates and he was a pig.
Hawk's ears stood up as he panicked to try and understand what crazy battle was going on outside. He was smart enough to understand that when a fight to the death was going on he should either jump in and help the underdog fighting or seek Meliodas for help.
While Hawk was shamefully taking his time not knowing which idea to choose from, the man with the staff dodged a flurry of knife jabs at his head as he ducked under them.
They both had excellent agility from two different parts of their lives that involved fleeing loud sounds scraping on the walls, the tutelage of wise but a little eccentric mentors, and they both survived stealing items which involved learning how to get away from danger.
What was ridiculous was a burning sensation in the pudgy one's stomach. Either way, he was still able to fight the knife wielder using his skills with his staff.
' I can't believe they let royal knights fight with dual knives,' the pudgy one thought.
Melodias walked out of the tavern to see what Hawk was telling him to go to. His choice of fighting was to walk in between them and use his Full Counter. He was however tripped by a transparent object whose wielder was invisible. Either invisible or able to use that move with his subconscious.
When Melodious tripped, the knife wielder ran to him and surprisingly helped him back up. The pudgy one froze at first, but ran away from the tavern. Melodias was sure the man wasn't sane, but he was a big help.
" I am always here to help. How about I buy you a drink," he said.
" I have enough booze at my bar so why don't you buy me a meal instead. Sardine sandwich with onions."
The man with the daggers pulled out enough coins to buy that sandwich Melodias wanted. The assassin really wanted just clams to pick out and eat them.
Little did he know what was going on with the monk he was fighting.
The monk that escaped the knife user walked over vines and logs-he could only see them when his Bō staff got to them. He performed a vile thing to the knife maniac: a curse that would send him in the wrong direction.
The monk wanted to kill him. Monks were passive people and weren't glorified to take the life of any of God creatures; in all seriousness he was after a sacred weapon the monks supposedly owned and the monk stole.
There was a rustle in the woods someone who wasn't carrying two knives. Bō staff at the ready he, prepared for a fight. What he got though was a man dressed as if he was on his way to a masquerade ball.
His mask was a steel face mask covering his cheeks and forehead with blue cushions around the eyelids of his mask. He was clad in black robes with the wooden instruments that controls puppets on the shoulders of his robes. He was holding a strange looking candle that looked black and grey in the wax area.
"Your name is Yeschin isn't if?"the man asked the monk.
"All you need to know is I'm the one who will break your teeth!"
That sounded like the complete opposite of a positive monk. The monk spat on the ground.
"You seem to have common sense that isn't very common,"the masked man said.
Instead of doing the cliché raise his weapon to clash with him because they are fighting the candle holder put his candle in one hand before pressing it with his other hand. He showed the monk his hands, it appeared as if he did a parlor trick.
The monk tried moving but his body couldn't. He wanted answers to why his body could not move. Moving from being stuck was stinging in his cheek followed by flecks of double-sided blood and skin coming down.
" All you monks think you can stand without fear because your savior is watching you, but your a pig unlike them Jack whose stuffed himself like a pig. That's pig blood peeling off your skin. People will think little of you, like my men who followed your direction...dead inside a cafe because a four-legged scourge dipped through their skins. Now I am goading you to do something for me."
Burning, pain, feeling like hot wax was pressed against his skin...he nodded.
Alcohol was the best taken beverage if the promise of a game of two people getting the most points in a game like Hop Ball. A giant wooden semi-sphere was used.
The core of the semisphere was a small red semisphere in the core, larger plastic vents around the small red semisphere, and a green gap around the blue semisphere where the least points were given. The way the game is played is both players (Melodias and the other guy) have five rounds where they see how many times their balls can bounce on a score target before falling out of the device or the ball stops bouncing.
What made the game tricky was they had to throw with their left hand while their arms and legs were spread apart.
The man Melodias played against scored seventy-five points on his first throw, a miracle play pros get to raise their whole career. Melodias gained forty points doing a move where his ball bounced on the red target three times before falling on the green target and stopped bouncing.
It wasn't about having a perfect hand, coordination in the game, but having a different ball would be a better challenge for the man who didn't give his name. He threw a ball and landed eighty-five points. Melodias was down by one hundred and twenty points before he made his throw. The difference with their points was eighty; Melodias was only at half his points.
" Want to trade our throwing balls or you too embarrassed with the moisture created from your sweat?"
Melodias and him bounced their game balls off the ground, it was showboating who could bounce a ball higher when trading with a hand shake was the simplest thing to do. Melodias and the stranger picked up the balls that were not the ones they used before.
The stranger walked to the same spot he threw those other balls. It amazingly touched the red target and blue target going back and forth landing on the targets before the ball just stopped bouncing around. The man had achieved sixty points with his throw.
" Over two hundred points in just three rounds. I'm feeling lucky enough to get three hundred points in the fifth round."
Melodias may not get two hundred points in his next throw but some pros have a hard time getting one hundred points in three rounds. He threw the ball getting higher than his last throw by five points beating his streak must be from the strangers ball.
" Melodias! What are you doing playing ball, you bonehead? We have an emergency!"
Hawk made twigs vibrate off the ground from moving so much. Hawk was running towards Melodias completely alone without Elizabeth or anyone else in his squad. By the time Hawk got to them he was huffing out air exhausted from the run and the fourth round was over. The stranger earned the highest score anyone could get and Melodias earned fifty points from his throw.
The stranger earned one hundred points but it wasn't something he would gloat about and stopped the game. He threw again earning sixty points to his score. His total since the final round was three hundred and eighty points. He crossed his arms with a smirk on his face trying to see what Melodias would do. However, fun and games were over.
" Thank you for the game, but what Hawk says to me might be important."
The stranger decided to give them some privacy so he picked up semisphere after dropping two balls with his hands on top of the them in the machine.
He walked into the Red Leviathan. To his surprise something made of glass broke and the waitress's excuse for the sudden break was " Plate was trying to suck my blood but I crushed it into pieces before it could attack me."
She was a ditzy waitress probably only still working from men leering at how much leg and midriff she was showing. He had no idea where she came up with sucking blood for a plate until he saw the plates moving.
They were moving sideways in the direction a scribble would make all over the Red Leviathan. Some of the customers were in awe of the plates because they thought it was a magic show.
A feeling more blood chilling was felt when all of the plates turned around showing them blood smeared fangs moving left and right on the center of their bodies, and beady little eyes oscillating a blood thirsty. The plates flew towards the customers.
One customer was unfortunate enough to be cut by a spinning rotation the place made before stabbing him in the arm with two fangs. As that man was bitten the stranger cracked a plate with a knife jab. After it was cracked places turned to him, three plates and preparing to bite him.
" This is not how I pictured my death," the stranger murmured to himself. The middle plate hissed at him. " No pun intended."
The stranger was blocked from escaping but Rin the waitress was in bigger trouble than him. She had no weapons to protect herself with.
In a conscious decision, one putting life in whose hands...the stranger couldn't defeat the beating good in his heart as he rushed forward, slide under the floating plates he powerslides under, and and destroyed the middle plate with a jab before handing her his other knife.
" Their weakness is their right eyes; severe trauma to that spot will destroy them."
Rin grabbed the knife and stabbed a plate as quick as lightning. She showed the guy she could kill a plate as fast as he could.
" My name is Alfec."
He stabbed two plates in the eyes not even turning around to look at them. Rin could see he had experience but she didn't trust him.
Crumpa the owner of the Red Leviathan than stormed in carrying a broom he was going to use as a weapon. Rin smiled seeing him as the hero who would put an end to this monster plate attack.
By the surprise of a red lizard attack the broom started moving and grew fangs with eyes on the hilt. Crumpa was bitten over and over by the broom.
Even Alfec's melancholy heart shed a tear seeing the pain in his eyes. Alfec wasn't sure what he would do next could save the bar owner but he rushed in like a valiant hero stabbing the broom in its right eye, its Achilles Heel.
As the broom fell lifeless to the floor Alfec examined the bite marks on his body. His surgeon tool was a green ferret head moving from his palm. The ferret could see glowing spots he snapped at.
The unconscious fellow groaned a little from the pain which meant he was still alive.
" I need your help lady. Help me carry him out."
She puffed her cheeks hearing what he called her. " My name is Rin, you barbarian."
He let go of the question where did she come up with 'barbarian', it was just a ditzy girl way of expressing anger. The next thing he knew he was dragging one arm, she was dragging the owner by the other arm, and every chair was turning alive and rabid by some sort of sorcery.
A man was the cause of this all because he drank demon blood. This ability of his to turn objects into pets for a petting zoo for young children to purring and a beating heart when they cuddled with them. It was only yesterday a man carrying a candle showed him leverage over him that turned him into a cowards subordinate.
A monk that was sitting next to him staring intently at the top of his Bō staff. In the Red Leviathan five plates tried attacking the trio trying to escape. All five exploded at once when someone used a technique of his called Full Counter.
They were saved only for Rin to turn red when someone groped her left boob. It was Melodias with his unfettered boob grabbing. He was not restrained from doing it even if the most royal people were watching him. Unlike all the other times he could defend himself, Rin bonked him on the head for his lechery.
They escaped through the door. The hard part was closing the door before the tables and chairs attacked them.
