3,000 Years

Till Death Do We Part

Human concepts were always considered the most frivolous and unwise of all the different race's. Due to their short life spans and their limited time offered by the gods, they never had the real opportunity to question and experiment with their own traditions and theories. All they did is accept that those traditions and theories were faith - were the absolute truth. From the moment they are able to grasp information in their primitive brains, they cling onto it, they take it to heart and carry it too carefully, too warily, becoming too emotional to even question if the truth - the lie - they had been told was truly something else wrapped within a pretty cloak of deception.

Being a goddess, Elizabeth was always taught to humour human concepts. Only humour human concepts. Goddesses were above stooping to the childish and frivolous behaviours of actually participating and mingling with the half-baked ideas of the fickle human race. Being gifted with long and wisdom-filled lives, goddesses knew that their ideas would only result in living a life restricted by promises, contracts and obligations. Duties.

But Elizabeth was always different in that regard: she lacked the pompous nature of her fellow kinsmen. Sure, being a goddess meant that Elizabeth had time to think through human concepts and traditions. Sure, being a goddess meant that Elizabeth shouldn't find the many festivals, faiths and rituals of the simple-minded humans so fascinating. But, all because she was a goddess didn't mean that Elizabeth couldn't be willing to see if these concepts really did work. All because she was a goddess didn't mean that Elizabeth couldn't partially desire to see what was so great about it.

Elizabeth was always different toward the subject of humans. Elizabeth was always different toward the subject of demons. Elizabeth was always different toward the subject of war. Elizabeth was always different.

Maybe that is why she is willing to anger a god.

Purposely disobeying direct orders was never anything new to Elizabeth. Many times - too many times - she had found loopholes and small little opportunities to shirk her supposed duties in favour of studying and learning more about humans and their mysterious cultures. Their juxtaposing beliefs.

Constantly, Jelamet would berate her for being so naive and fickle toward the dangers of sneaking away and taking on the guise of an unknowing village girl. Constantly, her mother would pressure her toward the path of following in her grand footsteps, ascending to become a brilliant and dazzling pillar of light - a true god to her clan and race. Constantly, Elizabeth ignored and ran away from it.

Ever since the war began, ever since the goddesses and demons had set to rip each other apart, Elizabeth had decided that this life she was destined to have - her promised godhood - was something she did not want.

At first, she had believed that it was the constant conflict that jarred her concentration. Strengthening her power just to eradicate another race did not settle well with her - not back then and definitely not now. But now, after another hundred years of rejecting her promised destiny, Elizabeth had grown wiser and realised what she truly desired.

That fickle, simple-minded security of a human life.

Oddly, the realisation had emerged when she had first shown Meliodas what she found so amazing about humans and their quaint, entertaining lives. As she went prattling on and on about the importance of their festivals and their societies and their rituals, she found herself expressing her own desire to carry them out. She found herself expressing her own wish to ditch the intricacy of being a destined god to instead live a simple, happy life.

Somehow, someway, that wish - that distant, childlike dream - had formed into an idea that had seemed rather silly at first. But, after thinking about it carefully, after exchanging it again and again for better-sounding ones, Elizabeth found that it was the only way she could truly anger a god. Elizabeth believed that it was the only way she could truly get a small piece of that simple, human life she craved.