"The seven deadly sins, that is not a name I've heard in a while," remarked the short, old sage. The elderly man was sitting on a covered wagon with two young ladies standing triumphantly in front of him, with a litter of unconscious bodies around them.
"Well it is a name you won't be hearing because we are the second deadly sins!" proudly announced Pitch. She was a young, red haired lady whose messy hair flowed down to her back. She was wearing finely crafted metal gauntlets, shin guards and a small chest plate. The rest of her attire was patched together by white clothing. She was hardly fashionable or ladylike but she had gorgeous blue eyes and a cute smile. A familiar looking bear tattoo was worn on the outside of her hand dominant, left hand. Next to this hand was a leather sheath on her hip. A golden handle of a broadsword stuck out of the sheath. The sword handle was nothing special besides being shiny gold. Her pale face and red hair flung forward as she was slapped in the back of the head by the other young lady there.
"Knock that off, we are not calling ourselves that," shouted the silver haired girl. This eighteen year old was Natalyana Sindaya of the druid clan. She was a few years younger and a few inches shorter than her partner Pitch. Right at her neck, peaking out of her leather armor Nat and Pitch were both slender women but with toned muscles. They were clearly fighters. Pitch had a black, leather sheath attached right over her butt. With a tight grip Nat held a knotty, green club over one shoulder. The hefty club was the size of a young child but Nat held it with relative ease. On the arm that held that club, right on the bicep, was a black mark of a familiar lion. The silver haired druid had her hair cut right under her cheek. It was brushed and kept clean. She had beautiful, silver eyes and a lot of freckles right over her little nose. Nat did not like metal, having well tailored, brown leather armor all over her entire body. She did not show any skin except at her joints and her face. Both girls looked barely exhausted even after just taking out a dozen men together. The druid girl had a naturally unhappy face, which looked more unhappy next to her smiley companion.
"I'm the leader, and I decided on the second deadly sins," Pitch yelled back, still wearing a fat smile. The old sage just sat on the edge of the wagon, watching the two interact with a smile.
"Well the other six of us just want to be called the seven deadly sins," yelled Nat. Nat stood up on her tiptoes to look more intimidating to Pitch. Even with her tiptoes Pitch was still an inch taller.
"So, what has happened to the old group of sins, if you know,?" gently inquired the old man. He was an old sage named Barrit. The two girls stopped their arguing, though Nat shot one last glare at her captain.
"Well Ban is living in the Fairy Forest, mentoring the new fairy king last I heard. King passed on the mantle of fairy king to this new guy, can't remember his nam-" cheerfully informed Pitch, showing her white teeth as she spoke.
"Fairy King Tobias," interrupted Nat under her breath. The two girls were facing straight towards the old sage, standing on the grassy field.
"Yeah Fairy King Tobiam," continued Pitch. Nat rolled her eyes as her boss got the name wrong but did not say anything. "Yeah so King and Diane retreated into somewhere, no one knows, to finally start a family. Merlin is who knows where doing god knows what and Gowther is with her. But all five of them have completely retired from the hero business." Sad eyes fell over the sage as Pitch's tone got serious. "Escanor has passed away from old age, peacefully. And Me, Mel, Meliodas." Pitch was fighting back tears now. "Meliodas, my friend, father figure and teacher, he died in combat."
"I see," quietly responded Barrit. "That is unnerving, someone strong enough to best Meliodas."
"Well not really. See well I'm going to jam some exposition up in here," spoke Pitch, drying up her tears. "Meliodas was cursed with immortality actually, thus he stopped aging. He lifted the curse and started to age normally at first. But the more time went on the faster his body started to break down. He wasn't even forty. But his body internally was one hundred. But he did not want to die in a bed, he wanted to die with a sword, sending a message of hope and inspiration to the people. He died to an opponent way lesser than him. And I kind of sort of was there, watched the whole thing. It was how he wanted to go."
"That must've been tough on you," mentioned Barrit. Pitch nodded with her head bent.
"And then it got worse," said Nat, continuing the story. "Pitch here was actually arrested for watching Meliodas die and branded with the bear's sin of sloth." Light tears trickled down Pitch's face before she defiantly flicked them off.
"But I took that opportunity and had an audience with Queen Veronica of Liones. Told her the truth about why I watched and she believed when I said that is what Meliodas wanted. But I knew, even though things are mostly good in this world, that it was still time for a second coming of Lionnes' strongest knights. I pitched to the queen to let me put together a group of amazing warriors once more, to serve and protect. And so I started with my childhood friend here Nat and here we are," proudly announced Pitch, standing tall.
"Do you have seven?" wondered the sage.
"Yes we do, as of about four months now. I wasn't actually planning on going after people with sin based crimes or even criminals. It just so happened it worked out that way. Though knights and royals love to title criminals with a different sin, it's the trend now," answered Pitch, flicking back her dirty hair.
"Interesting, well Bear's Sin of Sloth, Pitch and Lion's Sin of Pride, Nat, thank you for your assistance. Say though Lady Pitch, your face looks very familiar, have we met?"
"I don't believe so. But I am the reincarnation of Princess Elizabeth," blurted Pitch without hesitation. Nat swiftly slapped her in the back of the head.
"You don't just drop that information on someone," screamed Nat. Pitch just shrugged and the old sage just chuckled.
"Actually that part I was aware of. Well that Elizabeth reincarnated," mentioned the sage. "But your hair and your eyes and your name."
"I am the last one," informed Pitch. "Meliodas's curse and Elizabeth's curse were linked, she died as soon as their curse was broke and I happened. Meliodas found me and took me in. Trained me. Told me about my history. When I was old enough to understand of course. And I did not want to be another Elizabeth. I wanted to be my own person. So I dye my hair, magically changed my eye color, with Merlin's help. Help as in, she did it. And I wanted another name, so Meliodas pitched the name, Pitch, and it took."
"Man you love to talk," muttered Nat. Pitch nudged her friend with her elbow.
"Shut up you love me," laughed the red head. Suddenly the screams of a couple male voices broke out to the east, beyond a dense bunch of trees.
"Well there is the boar's sin of gluttony," casually mentioned Nat. Fear shrank the sage's eyes.
"Oh no is he okay?" asked the sage, concerned. Nat and Pitch just shared a casual laugh.
"Oh no, that is not his screams, that would be the opponent. His abilities will always make his opponents yelp, you'd understand if you saw it," chuckled Pitch. "Anyway don't worry, our team has this under control, our job is to stay and keep you safe. And that we will." The explosions of water streamed up in the air. The sound of rocks falling could be heard following, but no rocks were seen. This sound and sights were over to the west, also beyond a thick patch of trees. "And there is the dragon's sin of wrath and our goat's sin of lust."