A/N: This story was actually requested by dijanayjessie on Wattpad. So they have all the credit for giving me the beginnings of this idea!
Anywho, I decided to begin with something that reveals a little background info, I guess. I haven't really written something like this before, so hopefully it's ok.
Also, I may update this on here from time to time (although I'm more focused on We're Kids?!).
Enjoy the read,
D.L.D
~~~~~Temporary-Truce~~~~~
Babbling filled the air as a single babe opened their sky blue eyes to face a blinding white light. Silver wisps of hair curled about her head, a small pair of white feathery wings stretching on her back. Her pudgy hands reached up towards the light, bending and grasping at some invisible force.
The light loomed back down, soft and yet also harmful, as it studied the child.
"Your lack of control has cost me my victory," A steely, cool voice leaves the light. It turns towards a smokey cloud, fading to reveal the face of beautiful woman. She has graceful features, motherly features, that are framed by her flowing silver hair. Many wings sprout from her back, a golden aura radiating from her form. "That dirty general of your has - "
"And I shall make the price equal," The smokey cloud responded, their voice low and even and controlled. The smoke evaporates to expose a helmeted man, his raven hair wild and dark eyes piercing. He holds a sword. "It was part of the rules, was it not?"
To that, the woman sighs, her youthful features twisting with woe.
"Things have become rather dire, haven't they?" She pouted, sliding a slender finger along the cradle. Her pure blue eyes fixed onto the squirming and babbling infant within it.
The baby had not calmed down yet, her curiosity still bright and alive as she continued to pinch at the invisible force before her. She wriggled and turned most adorably, her cute button nose scrunching as her little wings twitched.
The poor child was oblivious to her imperfection, her abnormality, the ugly mixed blood of her veins unknown to her. It was only revealed to the woman when she had looked at the child. Studied her face. It was then that the woman found that her child was tainted - impure - for on her smooth skin was a single mark, a dark intricate stain, that tarnished her otherwise pure state.
"Things have indeed become rather dire..." The man attests, his own dark gaze settled on the hybrid child. "Very dire..."
The woman remained silent, her eyes fixed on the semi-swathed squirming child. She had not believed her to be real when she had first arrived, carried to the goddess realm via a group of nymphs. No-one had believed that the child was real. A secret lovechild of an esteemed goddess leader and haughty demon general? Impossible!
Yet here the child was, alive and very much a mix of both bloodlines. No wonder why her father had chosen to send her away as soon as she was born. She was a curse to all that would encounter her. It would simply be best to be rid of the baby. To kill her! But then the child would be of no use. And she had a lot of potential use.
"It's simply not proper to have this going on," The woman frowned, her dainty lips pressed and wings tensed. "Not proper at all."
"I see?" A small blonde tot asked, tugging on his father's leg. His brows were furrowed, a serious look forced onto his childish features. He wanted to be part of the whispering of these adults, especially when it involved this weird babbling creature they kept in a wooden box.
"You might as well," The man agreed, grimacing as he held up his own wiggling child. He nodded towards the baby. "This, Meliodas, will be your enemy."
"Enemy?" The child frowned, not at all feeling threatened by this creature. It didn't seem like much of a threat, especially when it failed time and time again at sitting up alone.
"Yes," The man nodded, a proud smile forming on his hidden features. He patted his son on the head, his metal armour rattling. "She is bad. One day, you will kill her."
"Not if she kills him first!" The woman interjects, snatching up the babe. Her blue eyes are cold, golden light sparking from her soft fingertips. "I bet that she will be the undoing of your race! Giving her to me instead of keeping her yourself will be your biggest mistake, Demon King!"
"So naive you are, Supreme Deity," The Demon King chuckles, setting Meliodas down. He ignores the child's attempts to capture his attention once more. "To believe that you can overpower me!"
"Don't be so pompous!" The Supreme Deity glowers, her grasp tightening on the bundle in her arms. She knew of the potential her illegitimate child had. She knew that she had not made a mistake by allowing herself to be swayed by that demon general.
But now she must prove it.
"Shall we test that theory once they reach adulthood?" The Demon King teased, his voice taking a light and casual tone. He toyed with the sword in his grasp.
"Once they reach young adulthood," The Supreme Deity smirks, allowing the baby to play with one of her fingers. She ignores the shiver that races up her spine when the infant places it in her mouth, her smile tightening.
"Confident, aren't you?" The Demon King chuckles good humouredly, scooping his son up into his arms. He tucks the child between his side and arm, ignoring his protesting kicks and flails. "We shall see when that time arrives."
"A truce is in order then?" The Supreme Deity raises a brow, already fussing over her new perfect weapon. She hurries to balance the squirming infant, frowning as a small wing hits her arm.
"A truce is in order," The King of demons nodded.
And with that the future was set in stone, a pause in the Holy War formed only for the formation of a bigger, better showdown.
