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This is a tale of Ancient Times, an era told before the human and non-human worlds were forever divided. When the Holy Knights defended the realm by wielding their magical powers, feared and respected by all. But among them, did a group emerge. They betrayed the Kingdom and became enemies of the state. This group was, and is forever known throughout the land as: “The Eight Deadly Sins”.
Screams. That’s all Irene heard as she ran down the deserted hallways of the Castle’s spiraling tower. Her turquoise eyes blown wide as she is forced to take the lives of innocent holy knights like lambs to a slaughter. It sickens her that it must be this way in order for her to live.
To heed her Captain’s orders given; “stay alive.”
Ten Years Later.
Somewhere, sat a Tavern upon a hill. Inside people bustled about whilst a small blonde with green eyes stood behind the bar, cleaning the countertop and watching a young maiden with silver hair and teal eyes dressed in a frilly pink top and black skirt, black knee-high leggings, and flats parade around the room, taking orders and serving drinks. A pig stood off to the side, cleaning up the scraps left on the ground.
Within the back of the bar, where the kitchen was located, stood a tall man with silver hair, dressed in red wearing a white apron with the Tavern’s logo on the front, slaving away at the oven whilst whistling a tune. Outside, was a Giant Female with brown hair pulled up into twin pigtails, with an orange jumpsuit followed by brown studded boots, who continued to advertise to the people below who have yet to make their way over.
What three out of five of these beings had in common, was the red tattoos on their bodies. The blondes were of a Dragon upon his left bicep circling in an eternal dance, the Cook’s a Fox on the left side of his waist, and the Girl’s a Serpent upon her left thigh. They were Three Sins out of the rumored “Eight”.
Wrath.
Greed.
Envy.
They are traveling the realm, on a quest to reunite with their comrades yet to be found. As per the Silver-haired waitress’- Princess Elizabeth’s, request. Little did they know, that they were closer to a comrade than they thought. For sat at a table, was a middle-aged man, telling his tale in a drunken stupor.
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“It was a cloudless summer day, the people out and bustling about within the city square. Yet everything changed as soon as the melody reached their ears. Venders stopped selling their wares, Men stopped chatting, Women dropped their baskets, and Children stopped frolicking in the backstreets.
The masses all congregated towards the forest surrounding their quaint city, where a being basked in a white glow, golden hair flowing about her, sang her tune. She was dressed in a grey long-sleeved shirt under a white vest, black skintight leggings with cutouts for the knees and white ankle-high boots. A silver band with a goddess amber made home upon her right wrist.
Within the breeze that blew, gave sight of a red tattoo on her left breastbone, partially hidden by the collar of her vest. It was that of a Siren with her hands cupped in front of her, three bubbles floating on top.
This was the Sirens sin of Destruction.”
That, however, caught the attention of those sat around. Some murmuring whilst others looked towards the wanted posters upon the back wall. The blonde’s and Elizabeth’s attention peaked. For they knew where they were heading once the day had ended.
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“Sir Meliodas, are you certain that this sin will still be here?” spoke Elizabeth towards the blonde.
“Elizabeth’s right, captain. This place is deserted.”
The Giant, known as Diane, spoke as she glanced around the outskirts of the city they are traveling down, in hopes to locate their missing comrade in arms. Meanwhile, the Silver-haired male walked within a slouch, his hands in his pockets of the red studded pants he wore to match the top. His red eyes glancing to and fro, almost bored like.
“Of course I’m certain! I know this person and how they operate to a T.” spoke the bubbly, and optimistic voice of Sir Meliodas, the Captain of the Eight Deadly Sins.
“Why do I feel like there’s a hidden meaning behind those words.” spoke a talking pig from beside the party.
“Get your mind out of the gutter, hawk. It’s not like that.” Meliodas scolded the ham.
This leads to a conversation between the quintet about what they most remember of the Siren’s Sin, which isn’t much for two of them.
“You know♫” mused the Silver-haired male in a sing-song voice. “ Now that I think about it, this person was rarely even there. And on the off chance they were, they’d wear a white hooded cloak to hide their features.♪”
“That’s for a reason, Ban,” Meliodas answered the male, now known as Ban. “If people found out what they looked like, let alone that the rumor of an Eighth sin existed wasn’t just a rumor, but true, it would cause an uproar.”
“Oh, that makes more sense now that you mention it,” Diane replied sheepishly.
The party continued onwards, passing by abandoned shops and carts. It was then that they began to hear an angelic melody from just up ahead.
"Captain, you don't think..." spoke the giantess.
"I don't think, I know." Meliodas inquired before bolting down the pathway towards the melody's origin, his team right on his heels.
"I'm almost there Irene, just hold on!”