Prologue - Chapter III

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It was the day before Meliodas' coronation. He was getting ready for the ceremony. He dressed in the finest fabrics of all Hell, and a crown of crimson jewels only found in the burning flames of Purgatory.

Thousands of disciples of Hell were getting ready for the coronation. They tested the flames and the ash, ready to be spread on the stage of the ceremony. Musicians played mystical music from centuries of the old ages.

Meliodas was in his room with his Father, getting ready with his speech and attire. His father confronted him about not making a scene at the coronation. Meliodas groaned and whined about all the fancy shenanigans for the ceremony. He wondered if it was the same in Heaven. With almost everything opposite of fire and shining stars, what if he belonged to Heaven? Not Hell, not Purgatory... Heaven.

No, he can't think about that. Not before his coronation to be ruler. Not when a whole clan trusts him into future generations of his power. But he couldn't stop thinking about it. The difference, the fine line between good and evil. The difference between gods and devils. Heaven and Hell.

    Meliodas' train of thought cut short when burning flames arose the castle grounds. It was time for show. His Father guided him outside to the courtyard, where Zeldris awaited him with golden attire - symbolising loyalty of the family.

"This is the part where I leave," Meliodas' Father says, "Good luck."

The flames shoot up high in the atmosphere of ash. Meliodas' robe flies in the wind. All the disciples of the Demon King hail Meliodas' name. The moist winds of Hell spin around the new ruler. Foreign music dwelled into Meliodas' heart.

    "I, Meliodas, will lead the Demon Clan to victory. We have been mocked with the Devil's Horns, the demon's tail, but I will stop us from encountering defeat! Justice is no problem. And as your new king, the new generation has begun!"

    The disciples roared in the audience. Clearing clouds of smoke and grey skies, loud applause shot into the air of Hell.

    A new era arose. A new ruler arose. A new generation begun.

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