Oneshots!

#92 Curse Switch Request.

Requested by Iluvopxsds. I'm sorry it took so so long!

A story wellknown through the realm was that of a demon prince, Meliodas and a heir to the goddess throne, Elizabeth. However, what if in another world? These two were switched? Their lives, their roles, their races, even their personalities! Maybe they did exist in another world... a world like this.
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"P-Princess Elizabeth!"

"What is it?"

Her tone was a harsh one as her eyes aided her goal of intimidation by being a burning stare of red fury. Her hair flowed down to her thighs elegantly in a beautiful snow white hue, however that hair was the only pure thing about her.

She was ruthless, both as a killer and as a person. With power beyond the other demons and skill to match it, she was as feared as she was respected.

"The army is falling to those wretched goddesses! We need your help!"

"Very well. I'll join you shortly. But tell the warriors that if they come across a goddess boy with blond hair and four wings? He's mine."

"Y-Yes ma'am!"

Elizabeth normally didn't have a preference about who or what she killed, but she wanted that boy buried in the ground, and she wanted to be the one to do it. Not only was he the heir to the goddess throne and killing him would be beneficial to the war, but he kept healing all of the troops! It didn't matter how many they wounded, he'd heal them and they'd come back again and again. It was putting the demons at a disadvantage, and she was getting very angry about it.

Clad in her battle armor with a head piece that swept back her hair, enhanced her mark, and sharpened her features, it was accompanied by a chest plate and leg pieces that served similar functions as all of it was custom made to fit her needs perfectly.

"Now, let's begin."

Hours went by on the battlefield as she zipped through warrior after warrior and killed goddess after goddess. Yet it just felt like more kept coming no matter how many thousands she must have gone through!

They should have retreated by now... that means there is only one explanation. HE'S here..

Feeling her rags come to a boil, she screamed at the soldiers all fighting their own battles to leave any blonds to her. After all, she didn't want anyone else killing her precious prize before she could. She intended to hang his pathetic wings on the wall of her room, and she'd be damned if she'd let anyone else say they were the ones that put them there.

As she worked her way through the crowd, a bright light nearby caught her eye as her anger changed to excitement as the prospect of revenge for all of the soldiers Meliodas's ridiculous magic healed.

This is it! Finally! This battle will END!

Right as she swung swung giant sword towards the oblivious goddess healing someone, she felt a sharp pain in her side as Elizabeth looked down to see a sword piercing her stomach.

N-No... it... can't be...

The goddess responsible pulled out the weapon quickly and flew off as the Goddesses retreated after the events, leaving her there dizzy and stumbling while she tried desperately to find the medic.