Flight: NNT/SDS Fanfic

Flight III

Flight III

Here you go! The last part!

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Pain, pain, pain, there was absolutely nothing but pain as Meliodas attempted to pull his wings from the wall. He groaned, the little movement he was doing causing too much pain, it was excruciating. He honestly felt like he could deal with lossing his limbs instead of having his wings nailed, it just tend to be far more sensitive than the rest of his body. He screamed, tears falling when his little movement tore bits of the fleash of his wings. He wasn’t used to it, every time he gets injured, he usually heals up in a matter of seconds, he wasn’t used of going through so much pain.

More feathers fell before him, blood dripping from the new wound that was created from his struggles.

He felt like hope had abandoned him as he whimpered from trying to pull his wings away again.

Life had turned dull the longer he was there, he had no absolute way of getting out as he chose to stare at the cieling. He couldn’t tell if it had been just seconds or hours already, doing absolutely nothing but stare, thoughts wondering off from memories till he started asking questions. He wonders how Estarossa was, Zeldris, Tarmiel, Sariel and he hopes that Ludoshel isn’t being an ass like how he usually was. Always pressuring them, his brothers not being able to handle him until they learned to stood up to him. He used to be so proud hearing Estarossa snapping at him and Zeldris even daring to glare at him which led Mael to snort. The younger Goddess could never bring to speak up to his older brother, so Mael finds joy in seeing others do so.

Mael, prideful Mael, kind, gentle and caring Mael… completely opposite of his older brother, his bestfriend just had to die far too early….

Died protecting him…

He had seen the ginger haired goddess slain before him, sunset was coming, they both got sepparated from the main troops then he met his demise.

All he could do was watch until every power granted by the sun drained out of him.

All he could do was watch as he saw dark flames devour his body.

All he could do was watch the person who he treated like his older brother taken away from him.

He had ask if he was fit to rule after that. A ruler was a protector, a servant to his people yet at that time he was neither, he was useless and again….although he had swore that he wouldn’t let anyone precious to him die again, it was just happening again…

He was useless, hopeless and helpless once more…

While lost in the pain of his memories, something painfully alarming snapped him back, dragging him into a far more worse reality he would never ask for. His heart suddenly skip a beat, feeling like a string has been snapped from inside him.

No! No! No!

He couldn’t feel Estarossa at all, he couldn’t tell if he was still breathing or not. He couldn’t feel him… it was just like when Zeldris was nearly killed, for half an hour he couldn’t feel the younger brother, it was nerve wrecking. He had screamed for Elizabeth’s name after that, panicking that he doesn’t know how Zeldris was and when he finally concluded that the boy was dead, he felt the link again.

He swears, if he goes through the same shit again he’d grow mad.

And he was…

One minute…

Three…

Eight…

Till it became fifteen… tears started falling as he was shitless scared right now. He needs to go home, Estarossa and Zeldris needs him…