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#38 Scars (Part 3 of Purr)

The darkness. It was cold, it was empty, it was consuming.

He couldn't see through the endless sea of black, couldn't breath against the excruciating pain and suffocating fear, and he couldn't think about anything other then the burning sensation crawling over his skin and horrorific ripping sound and tearing feeling as his wings were slowly being ripped out one by one, muscle by muscle, followed by him being dragged deeper into the inky black by the darkness consuming him.

He tried to fight it, tried to resist, tried to use his loved ones and the strength of his light to combat the dark energy coming over him in waves. But it wasn't enough. All good memories he used to use as strength twisted in his mind to become a weakness, a fear. And every arc or good thought he used was slowly smothered and contorted into more darkness being used to drag him down deeper.

Soon he could no longer resist. Weak from the darkness ripping away his wings and flooding the wounds they created... tired from all of the screaming and fighting... drained of all magic as it was being replaced by corruption... He slowly started being overwhelmed by it. The new magic flooding every little part of him....

And slowly, bit by bit, he became the one thing he had never wanted to. He became a demon.... and a monster.

Meliodas's breathing was erratic and desperate as he woke with a start. His mind once again haunting him with memories of the change he had undergone and what he had lost.

He tried not to think about it. Accepting who he was now to stop himself from missing the parts he had lost, however sometimes certain things would remind him all over again. Like how he used to curl up in his wings to sleep for the night, or how he used to be able to heal others and himself from even the most fatal of wounds. It was like he had lost a leg and was trying to keep walking without it. Only for every step or fall to remind him that he had lost it over and over again.

It was something he still had a hard time getting over three thousand years later even though the pain had faded and the memories of when he was a being of light were growing dimmer.

But he found that being with the sins helped. He felt happy around them, accepted even though he knew they would never accept what he was if they ever found out... That's why Elizabeth saying what she did touched him so deeply. For the first time someone saw passed what he was and looked at who he was instead, something he himself had a hard time doing as his memories would remind him of what he had turned into. That was why why started being closer to her, before treating her as a friend or someone to tease and protect and now wondering if maybe, the two could be more then that....

Sighing as he finished putting on his jacket, he took a final look in the mirror to make sure everything was on right before pushing his nightmare and thoughts aside. They were something he had to worry about later.

For now, he needed to get ready for work. He wasn't going to fall back asleep after that and the tavern needed to be set up for tomorrow. So cleaning up before opening would be a good distraction.
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The sins hadn't talked about their realization since discovering it. After all.. none of them wanted to discuss something so heartbreaking and confusing. Especially when they had been so busy these last few days at the tavern.