Eight deadly sins (Meliodas x reader)

1. Missed me?

It was a race between footsteps that were pressed on the wet sand and the rushy sizzling waves of seawater. The markings went on for a good distance before disappearing completely from sight. At the end of the trail stood a figure. Not a human nor a fairy. Wouldn't call it a giant nor a demon. A siren? A goddess? None of the answers suited.

I inhaled deep allowing my burning lungs to cool down with the ocean breeze. I stared down the distorted image shining back at me. It was almost unrecognizable. I touched my cheeks and caressed my cheekbones. A hesitant swipe across my lips that were apart from the shock. Running my fingers through the freshly cut hair that smelled of salty seawater.

"It is hard to die isn't it?" I talked to myself.

So, what happened a couple of months ago, you ask? Did I fake my death? Not even the slightest. But I wasn't too surprised, since my entire existence was an odd big enough. So when did I come back, how did I? To be honest a lot of it was still a haze. Just a fog clinging on to my memory, leaving me with an empty mouth to answer any questions.

All I knew was that when I first woke up it was sinister dark. The only thing I heard was a deep voice whispering next to my ear which made every bit of my muscles tense and run goosebumps all over my skin. I kept my eyes firmly shut as I focused on blocking the low-pitched sound next to my ear. "Open."

When I dared to open my eyes I woke up on the battlefield. I was wearing the same blood-stained clothes. My wounds were gone but the pain remained and there was no one.

So why didn't I look for everyone right away? When I slowly started to comprehend what was actually going on I panicked, 'what the hell is going on?' Then remembering all the embarrassing things I said I felt a sting of guilt. 'How could you just go back after that?' I died and that caused enough pain. Recalling the tear-stained eyes of that precious blonde was enough for me to decide to stay away.

And after some time alone I realized that coming back alive had a price. The pieces of my memory came back as parts. I still didn't have enough components to understand it fully but something felt different, and until I could say how much it was best to stay on my own. Nothing dies here, that much I learned. Not in this realm nor demon realm not even up above.

So, where am I now? What have I been doing past these months? As I finally got a hold of myself. The first thing I did was change my appearance. I sealed my magic aura and transformed into someone I had met at one point in my life. Into someone, no one would know to look for. Appearance of a young teenage boy. I fled from the war zone to the nearest village to rest. A hurt child was welcomed with open arms.

In a week or two I gained back strength and started properly thinking. What purpose do I serve now? What is there for me to do? All I ever knew was violence and bloodshed since birth. After having a taste of the simple life I didn't know how to think. I thought a lot back on my few months in Boar Hat and compared it to how the new town treated me. Everything was easy and my biggest worries were how to spend the day with other kids or what would I get for lunch.

But as much as I enjoyed the new breeze something inside of me boiled and my nature tried to push itself out. I started to have a lot of nightmares and they were repetitive and similar. Either the village or people I held dear got hurt. In one way or another, it was always my fault and worse I seemed to do it for fun. After staying in the village for a good month or so, I couldn't handle it anymore. I got scared of myself and the softness that the Seven Seadly Sins had woken up in me made me flee.

So did I look for them, the others? I hesitated at first but I had to be sure I hadn't hurt anyone so yeah, I searched for them, found them, and observed them from afar. Like I still did check up on them. Yet I never did or planned to reveal myself. Why? Well, it would be toning it down if I said it's complicated, but since there are no better words.