Seven Deadly Sins- Wolf Among Liars
Wolf Trailer
It was the middle of the day, grey clouds rolled over the landscape blocking everything from the rays of the golden yellow sun. A lone figure, walked along a dirt road path, clad in a black cloak with a sword on his back. His footsteps rebounding off every inch of the black forest as the trees, crawling with brown bark shivered in terror at the sight of this man. The metallic clinging of metal against metal as the sword on the man's back was locked into a black silver sheathe, it's hand-guard was v-shaped and shimmered with a beaming light that struck fear into the souls of both the living and the soulless. The grip of the sword was a pitch-black leather and the pommel of the sword was of a silver wolf design. Lining the length of the v-shaped hand-guard were several rune-like symbols, all glowing a red light which illuminated like a red fire and burned like an eternal fire.
The man walked down the dirt road, his footsteps crunching the lonely dirt underneath his boots, the black hard leather crushing every bug that was unfortunate enough to end up under his shoes, minutes passed until the man ended up at the end of his road and he stopped. Dead in his tracks the man looked to the left and to the right, before turning his head back to the middle of the path and saying.
"Come out now. No use hiding now that I already know you're there." He told the mystery people.
Suddenly, after seconds of waiting a group of five men enter into view and they all are carrying swords and are wearing light armor. Their dirtied armor never reflecting, any type of light whatsoever. The man in the middle draws his sword and yells.
"You better hand over any valuable items old man. Least you die and we take it off your corpse!" He yells cockily.
The man only stands there before he reaches his right hand out and pulls down his hood, visibly startling the men. "You really don't know who you're messing with, do you kid?" He asks.
The man's face was indeed old and worn but it also held power, strength and caused the men to falter. His skin was deathly pale and he had four scars. A faint one going over his nose, a thin one going over above his left eye on his forehead and finally, a deep and long one dragging over his right eye. Though the scars aren't what caused the men to falter.
It was his eyes. His eyes were slitted, cat-like and analytical. They held thousands of years of information within them and they never left the five men's swords. However, through all that, those cat-like amber colored eyes hold danger and power behind them, a power so great it could rival that of millions of Holy Knights. The old man's hair was an old and grey white, but it didn't matter as it was tied in a ponytail at the back, while letting the rest of his old white hair drape down onto his shoulders, ragged and messily. The amber eyes of this old man bore down into the souls of the five men until shakily, the man in the center ordered the other four.
"G-G-GET HIM!" The man screamed as the other four ran at the old man, drawing their swords and surrounding the old man.
The old man sighed before pulling his left hand up to the neck of his cloak and unhooking it, allowing it to fall around his feet and revealing his full unshadowed body. "You seem like reasonable people, so I'm only going to say this once." The old man told them slowly, allowing the sight of the armor and weapons to falter the men. "Leave me alone and let me pass, or you all will end up as Ghoul chow." The man explained clearly. But the men didn't listen. "I warned you." He said dryly, his voice was as if his throat was parched but also rough and rugged like it was worn and powerful, commanding yet silent at the same time.
Then finally, the cloak hit the ground and revealed the armor he was wearing. The spaulders and arm guards were both a blinding and holy yet monstrous silver, however the arm guards were slightly dulled, but the gloves he wore on his hands were not a silver but a dark brown and very hardened leather with the same dirtied silver studs placed four on each knuckle. Wherever it was not covered by the silver armor or the hard leather, it was protected by a snake-like-design armor.
His chest plate was covered by the same snake-like armor and it seemed like it could protect him from most if not all attacks including piercing arrows. The silver brown scales washing over his chest like a plague and taking hold. His stomach and back was covered by the monstrous silver and hardened snake-like scales. From his waist down, it was covered by the same studded scale-like leather armor and on his shins it was the same silver metal, but also the fronts of his boot-toes were guarded by the same metal as what guarded his stomach, back, shoulders, and arms. And most prominent of all was the medallion that hung from his neck. A silver necklace with the face of a wolf hanging from it, its eyes burning brightly with energy.
Lying dormant on the right side of his waist was a singular weapon. A tomahawk-like axe made from the same silver metal as the sword which laid on the old man's back. The axe was short and resembled that of nordic origin, the handle was wrapped in the same hardened black leather as the sword grip and the blade was shimmering with the same silver metal. Lining both sides of the blade on the axe were two sets of runes, both burning with frost blue energy and a bitter cold could be seen wafting off of the axe.
After regaining a little confidence one of the men on the old man's right raised his sword and let out a war-cry, swinging down diagonally on the old man's chest. Then the sound of metal meeting flesh could be heard and blood went flying across the ground, spilling out like a waterfall. three of the remaining four men looked on in confidence that their ally had successfully hit the old man. However the fourth man backed away, his face full of horror and terror as suddenly, a sword landed on the ground followed by half of an arm, from the elbow down to the hand, along with a massive river of blood.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The man who attacked the old man cried in bloody pain and terror as he clutched the stump of his arm and desperately tried to stop the bleeding, the open bone in his arm exposed and catching a bitter frost before his entire body quickly became coated in ice and his screams ceased.
The echoing of the man's screams reverberated throughout the entire forest until a fist was driven straight through the frozen man's chest, destroying his heart and killing him immediately. The rest of his body then cracked as he began to shatter, crumbling to the ground as a pathetic pile of ice shards.
Silence… That's all that resonated as the old man pulled his fist back to his side and held his axe one-handedly in his right hand, the axe blade was dripping with blood as the frost solidified the wet crimson liquid and caused it to crack and crumble off the blade.
The old man sighed before saying one thing. "I told you to leave me alone!" He yelled as he threw his axe with a large amount of force towards one of the other men, catching him off guard.
The axe embedded itself into the man's skull, but unfortunately for the man, the old man had put so much force into the throw it caused the man's head to explode in a vicious bloodbath of gore, grey matter, bone fragments and blood washed over every inch of the ground behind the man's body, as the body slowly fell backwards. Hitting the ground with a loud 'thud'.
Without a word the man snapped his left hand out towards two of the other men and suddenly two wolves were summoned to the old man's side and their teeth were bared, snarling and growling at the old man's attackers.
The wolves' fur were pure white and resembled the old man's hair, but their eyes were different. Their eyes were a cobalt blue and melted with rage and with one word, the old man ordered them to…: "Attack."
The wolves barked loudly before the men drew their swords and swiped at them, but their swords harmlessly phased through the canines as the wolves tackled the men, ripping out their throats and clawing out their intestines. The final of the men stepped back in horror of what had just happened to his comrades and looked back up to the old man, who had despawned his wolves and ripped his axe out of the base of the other man's head. The old man then began to walk toward the remaining man, who held his sword tightly before the old man placed his axe back in its sheath and the man ran directly at the old man and yelled.
"DIE YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" The man yelled as he swung his sword down onto the old man's head.
There was a clash of metals and the man stood, shocked as he looked at his now cut in half sword. The other end of it laying behind the old man as the glimmer of a sword shined brightly. Tightly standing over the man's head was the sword that once rested in the sheathe on his back, its blade reflecting the grey clouds in unholy glory as yellow, purple, green and white runes ran up the length of the blade. The old man slowly brought his sword to the side before looking down at the man who had tried to rob him, now cowering in fear at the sight.
"Goodbye young fool." The old man said before bringing his sword up.
"P-Please! NO-!" The man tried to plead as he brought his hand up to defend himself.
But he was cut off as the old man swiftly brought his sword down onto the pleading man, cutting through his hand, flesh and armor like it was butter. The halves of the man slid apart as the face he wore was one of complete horror and agony, signalling the end of his life as crimson liquid flowed rapidly out of the man's corpse, the remains of his brain and organs spilling out of his dead body.
The old man looked at the remains of the men with no emotion before turning his head back to in front of him and bending down to grab his cloak. The old man swung his sword to his side, causing the blood on it to fly off before he sheathed it. After doing that he swung his cloak back around his body and lifted the hood back up, allowing the light of the sun to leave the protection of the clouds. The shimmering light then revealed to the old man the view of a small country town and standing directly below him was a lone building, a tavern. The Boar Hat.
"Finally, I've found you… Meliodas." The old man said, looking up at the tavern before he began to walk down towards it once more.
It was time for the Wolf to bear his Sin.
The Wolf Sin of Treachery has returned, Geralt Rivia is back.
Notice: I've edited the story a bit.