I'm not usually one to have stories that rely on updating, but I decided to take a risk this time. This story was inspired by Awaken by HeavenStar 18. It's a great story and while we share similarities the stories are very different in the end.
"Hi" = Speech
'Hi' = Thoughts
~Kingdom Liones Ten Years Ago~
In the continent of Britannia there is a kingdom called Liones, and at the outskirts of Liones Capital City is a boy knight named Allioni, who is walking through the city when an older knight spots him.
"Hey! You there boy give me a hand."
Allioni gets excited, "Yes, sir!"
They begin walking through the city together. "So where are you from boy?"
"Cains, sir."
The old Knight looks confused. "Cains? I've been serving this kingdom for 40 years now. I've never heard of such a place."
"That's not surprising Sir, it's way out in the boonies." Allioni says in a fluster.
"Now you mustn't get flustered if you want to become a Holy Knight Apprentice someday."
Allioni shakes his head in denial, "I couldn't be a Holy Knight in a million years."
The Old Knight scoffs, "Then this might be a rough job for a young fellow like you."
The knights walk down an alley and into a square which is filled with dead bodies, all torn apart, broken and bloody. Allioni starts trembling with fear, gazing upon dead body after dead body. "Who are all these people?" He asks, still shaking.
"They were Holy Knights one and all." The Old Knight gazes sadly upon all the lives that were lost. 'What a waste.'
"What happened to them? I- I don't understand."
"What happened? They were all mercilessly butchered, in a blink of an eye at that, by just seven people." The Old Knight says in awe and sadness.
Narrator
This is a tale of ancient times. An era before the human and non-human worlds were forever divided. When the Holy Knights defended the realm wielding their magical powers; they were feared and highly respected. But among them a group emerged that betrayed the kingdom and became mortal enemies to all Holy Knights. They were known throughout the land as "The Seven Deadly Sins."
(Couldn't resist)
~Purgatory Now~
In the dark world of Purgatory, ruled by the Demon King Kieron stood a boy. This boy has spiky black hair and his attire is a body suit, crimson in color and has a white insignia on several places. The suit had an open collar and exposed his chest, he had silver gauntlets and carried his sword with a strap on his hip. His name is Zeldris. But this is no mere boy. He's the youngest prince of the Demon Realm and is known as The Executioner. He stands in his room contemplating what happened 3,000 years ago for what must be the millionth time. Remembering how his father worked with the Supreme Deity, his sworn enemy, to curse his eldest son Meliodas and the Goddess Elizabeth, his son's lover. The knowledge that his son, his heir, his first born, betrayed him to be with a Goddess had driven him to make a decision in rage.
Zeldris starts pacing. 'Why brother? Why a… A GODDESS of all creatures! She does nothing but torture him life after life!' He is interrupted from his darker thoughts by an idea. An idea he had not indulged in a long time. 'Why do I judge Meliodas? I would have done the same to be with Gelda. I would have done anything to be with my love.'
He groans. "I tire of this insanity. This unfairness my brother has to suffer through! But how do I fix it?" 'I can't get rid of both of their curses; even with father's power I am not strong enough.' He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. 'Maybe I could take off the curse father bestowed upon Elizabeth and they could figure out a solution…' He stops as something occurred to him. 'There might be one way, but this could get me killed. Is it worth it?' He immediately heads for a chamber deep beneath the palace. He sneaks past guards and wandering demons. 'If I get caught I'm dead.' He comes upon an old decrepit door. 'This is it.' He takes a deep breath and pushes the door open.
It opens to a dark and dreary chamber. In the center of the vast empty space sat a lone object covered in cloth, wrapped in chains and sealed with powerful magic. Zeldris takes it all off one at a time to reveal a large golden mirror. This mirror long ago was used to communicate with the Goddess race. 'Let's hope the right people hear me.' He puts his hand on the glass. "Sariel! Tamariel! Answer me! I ask for aid in helping one of your comrades."
~Celestial Realm~
In the bright and beautiful Celestial Realm ruled by the Supreme Deity Arula, two of the four archangels were roaming the halls of the palace when they hear their names being called in the distance. Sariel looks around in confusion.
"Did you hear that Tarmiel?"
Sariel has the appearance of a child with light blue hair with bangs covering most of his forehead. He possessed four angelic wings on his back, the second pair smaller than the first and wears a set of coat-like robes with a symbol of the Goddess Clan on his chest; his hoodie resembles that of a halo.
"Yes I did. Where is it coming from?" Tarmiels' heads look around.
Tarmiel is a tall, muscular man with three heads and three small pairs of angelic wings protruding from his back. These three heads are unique; the right one has the appearance of an old man with a long white beard tinged with purple, the left the appearance of a young man with slicked back green hair and the middle head an ageless face with a golden bowl cut. He wears a toga with robes adorned on his body and had a symbol of the Goddess Clan.
Sariel listens for it again. "I think it's coming from the catacombs."
"Should we investigate?" Sariel shrugs and heads towards the sound, Tarmiel following.
They enter a bright yet somehow dreary chamber, where they see a silver mirror hanging on the far wall. As they approached they hear the voice more clearly.
"Sariel! Tarmiel! Can you hear me?! This is important!"
Sariel looks at Tarmiel and then touches the glass. Zeldris appears in the reflection.
"DEMON!" The archangels ready an attack. Zeldris panics.
"WAIT! PLEASE!" They halt at the emotion from the normally calm and quiet demon.
Sariel is the first to break the resulting silence. "What do you want Demon Prince?"
Zeldris bows his head and sighs; as he raises it again they could see his desperation. "I need your help to break the curse on my brother and his lover." The angels gasp.
"You mean Lady Elizabeth and Meliodas? Why? Aren't you happy he's suffering?"
Zeldris growls. "You have no idea what Meliodas has gone through! He hadn't grown or changed since the curse was put on him! Elizabeth keeps being reborn over and over again! And... AND MELIODAS HAS TO WATCH HER DIE EVERY TIME SHE REMEMBERS THEIR LIVES TOGETHER OVER AND OVER AGAIN!" He then continues softer, "If I'm not mistaken he's had to watch her die over a 100 times now."
Tarmiel looks skeptical. "Why should we believe you? You've killed innocent people without mercy or hesitation." Sariel hits him on the shoulder.
"Shut up Tarmiel. We've done the same and so has Meliodas and we still fought together." He gives him a smile. "Don't you remember how happy Lady Elizabeth was when she introduced us to Meliodas?" He snorts. "Do you remember how she slapped Ludociel when he was going to attack him? I don't think he could have looked more shocked if he tried." He sighs. "I care a lot about Lady Elizabeth, she was always so kind to everyone no matter the race. She's always just wanted the best for people. It's been 3,000 years… can you imagine what she feels every time her memory returns. Realizing she's going to die and is making Meliodas suffer through her death again." Sariel looks back to the mirror. "My question is why do you think we would consider helping you?"
"I heard about how you helped Elizabeth cure Derieri and Monspeet when they became Indula." Zeldris looks pained at the memory. "You believe in fairness and not vengeance. I knew you would at least consider helping if only to help your comrade."
The angels look at each other and smirk. They nod at Zeldris. "We're in. What do we need to do?" Zeldris smirks.
"Just let me say one phrase, but make sure you use as much of your magic as possible for this to work." They all collect their magic in their hands. The glowing white light of the Goddess Clan and the darkness of the Demon Clan illuminated both sides of the mirror. "Ready?" They nod and raise their hands in unison. "End this curse and restore these lives!"
They all release a powerful orb of magic into the air, which explodes and they could feel the drain that comes from when a spell is successful. They look at each other, smirks on all their faces. Until Sariel has a thought.
"How do we know that our rulers won't just redo the curses?"
Zeldris thinks about it for a second. "What if we agree not to fight if we ever meet? Think about it! If there is peace between clans then Meliodas and Elizabeth could be together without repercussions." The angels look skeptical, but agree.
"You'll have to convince the Ten Commandments to agree on your end. I can't say Loduciel will listen to us, but we can convince pretty much everyone else if it comes to it." Sariel points out.
Zeldris nods. "Consider it done. Melascula and Galand will be trouble, but I can handle the others." 'Drole and Gloxinia will be easy.'
Tarmiel nods to this idea. "So are we in agreement? This war is pretty much over… I can't believe I just said that." They all nod and disconnect the communication.
~Purgatory~
Zeldris sighs in relief after ending the connection. 'Now if only I could see Gelda.' He shakes his head. 'Should I have told them that the spell restored my brothers' power? Nah!' He walks out of the chamber after restoring its previous protections. 'I still can't believe they could find Goddess amber that could hold most of his power.'