Imprisoned Mind | Nanatsu no Taizai

IV

"No matter what lies you tell, you can't fool your own heart!"
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I walked Elizabeth back into the house, her arm intertwined with mine. "God I hate cocktail parties." I unwrapped my arm from hers and put up her feathered coat. "Every time I go to one, I ask myself- 'what the fuck am I doing here'"

"Well it's a chance for all of your fans to meet you, and ask about your work"

She shook her head in dismay, "no one gives a damn about art. All they care about is the money they'll make out of it." In all honesty, she was right. Humans are selfish creatures, I looked over at Elizabeth. 'Except for her'.

"Vanya ale as usual?"

She started walking over to me, rubbing her hands together in excitement. "Yes of course!" I shook my head as I let out a little chuckle, I poured the beautifully colored liquid into her glass.

"Meliodas...did you leave the studio light on?"

I looked over at the studio, the lights were lighting up the room completely. "No-" I put down the glass bottle, "No I'm sure I didn't..." she clung to my arm, "call the police"

As soon as I reported the break in, I activated my second sense. My vision turning to an onyx color. "Stay behind me Lady Elizabeth." I slowly walked into the studio, Tristan was standing over Elizabeth's pantings.

"It's crazy how much people would pay for this shit"

"Tristan you better get out of here right now before I make you" he let out a laugh and turned to me, "you think I can't take you?" He pushed on my chest. "Mother fucking pussy." Elizabeth walked in between us to stop her son.

"That's enough Tristan."

'He still reeks of red ice.' He shook his head, "No, your not making me leave." He immediately pushed Elizabeth down to the floor, I felt something flowing into my blue blood. 'Blood lust.'

The silver haired tried to push me off next, but I caught his fist. "You're going to pay." I twisted his hand as much as I could until I heard a snap, smiling as I heard him scream in agony. I then slowly put my hands on his head, "Goodnight Tristan." I snapped his neck, but the feeling was still there.

"This'll work."

I took the knife that I was still in the cake, cleaning it off, I sliced off his head. The feeling now satisfied, realization hit me.

The police.