Zeldris meets (Y/N) in the wilderness, unaware of the changes in his life. One day, Zeldris vanishes without even saying goodbye, leaving (Y/N) to be in despair. She continuously reincarnates and remembers her previous life for the 30th reincarnatio...
"Of course you can regenerate since you're a vampire. But why are you slow at regenerating? Is it because you didn't drink blood for centuries? Well, it doesn't matter since I'll send you to an eternity of misery and despair. Uhh. No, it won't be like that. I'll completely erase you and make sure that you won't reincarnate ever again," I growled, my voice dripping with venomous anger. She had taken everything from me—my father, who was the only family I had—my happiness, and now it was time for her to face the consequences. As I stared into her cold, lifeless eyes, a dark satisfaction washed over me. This would be her ultimate punishment—an eternity of nothingness, devoid of any hope or redemption. I would ensure that she never caused pain and suffering to another soul ever again.
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"I'm not yet finished with you, Gelda~," I playfully whispered, a sinister smirk creeping across my face. The sound of my voice sent shivers down her spine as she cowered in fear before me. Gelda begged for mercy, her trembling voice barely audible amidst her desperate pleas. But it was too late for mercy. "I think when my father begged you because of the pain he had, did you let him go? Well, of course not since you drained all his blood and left him lifeless," I hissed, relishing in the fear that consumed Gelda's eyes. The memories of my father's suffering plagued my mind, fueling the darkness that resided within me. Revenge was the only path I sought, and Gelda would become the next victim of my wrath. As she fell to her knees, I held back my laughter, savoring the sweet taste of power and the knowledge that Gelda would soon meet the same fate she had bestowed upon my family. I opened my portal and brought out my wooden stake, and Gelda was surprised. "What will you do?" she asked me with her trembling voice. "Do you see this wooden stake? This is the one I've been sharpening every night for over 30 centuries, waiting for the opportunity to rid the world of your evil presence," I hissed, relishing in the fear that filled her eyes. "I will make sure you suffer just as my family suffered at your hands." With a swift motion, I lunged towards her. The sound of my stake piercing through Gelda's heart filled the air, bringing a twisted satisfaction that only revenge could provide. "A wooden stake can't kill me," she uttered through strained breaths. "You may be immortal, but the pain that you have gone through is that you can feel the pain. That's why I'm going to pull it out and aim at your heart over and over again until I am satisfied," I coldly stated, my eyes glimmering with a sickening mix of fury and satisfaction. Gelda's eyes widened with fear as she realized there was no escape from my relentless pursuit of vengeance. With a determined grip, I firmly grasped the stake and slowly began the agonizing process of removing it from her chest. Each pull sent echoes of excruciating pain through her body, but her immortal curse ensured that death would forever elude her. And so, I promised myself, this cycle of torment would become her eternal punishment—a reflection of the suffering she had inflicted on others.
Meliodas POV
We couldn't do anything since (Y/n) chained us, making us unable to do anything even with my demonic powers. The chains that bound us were infused with powerful magic, suppressing my abilities and rendering us completely helpless. It was disheartening to know that no matter how much strength and power we possessed, we could not break free from (Y/n)'s enchantments. Every attempt only resulted in frustration and exhaustion as the chains continued to hold us captive, leaving us at (Y/n)'s mercy. We only watched how she brutally beat up Gelda, her fists landing with merciless force as Gelda's cries echoed through the battlefield. But it wasn't until (Y/n) was arguing her case and yelling at Gelda that we discovered Gelda had murdered (Y/n)'s beloved father 3,000 years prior. Additionally, (Y/n) was resurrected with the exact same features and name that she had. The revelation of Gelda's past crime added a new layer of understanding to the intense and brutal confrontation we were witnessing. It explained (Y/n)'s unrelenting determination to seek revenge, fueled by the grief and rage she had carried for all those years. As she continued to unleash her fury upon Gelda, we couldn't help but wonder if there was any hope for redemption or if this long-standing cycle of vengeance would ever end. The chains may physically bind us, but the emotional chains and tragic history binding (Y/n) and Gelda seemed even stronger, threatening to consume them both.
