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Meliodas stood behind Elizabeth. He knew that she was aware of his presence, but she stayed crouched on the ground, staring at the tombstone. Meliodas' eyes averted to the name engraved on the rock,

Baltra Liones

"Your dad?" Meliodas asked, but Elizabeth didn't reply. He frowned and crossed his arms, waiting for some type of movement from Elizabeth. After a while, she stood up and faced him, "why are you here? This isn't your brother's cemetery; get out."

Meliodas glared at her, which earned him a smirk from her, "I'm guessing by the look in your eye you found out I was the one who killed your brother?" Her smirk grew wider, "it was pretty hard; I'll tell you that. Your brother was pretty skilled," she continued to provoke.

She then heard a gunshot. She looked at herself; she wasn't the one who got shot; it was the tombstone next to her. Meliodas had the same smirk now because he knew doing that would tick her off.

He was right.

"That was what the only thing that was left of my dad after your little friend shot him," Elizabeth gritted her teeth, her hands turning into fists as the playful mocking look in her eyes was filled with rage. She took out a knife from her pocket and lunged at Meliodas. He dodged, but she was able to scrape his jacket.

Meliodas took out his gun in a swift motion, shooting a bullet at her leg to immobilize her, but she moved too quickly and used her knife to redirect the shot back at him, which he dodged, though only a few inches away from his face. He was stunned by what just happened, and Elizabeth laughed, "surprised? Didn't your friend warn you, Meliodas?"

He furrowed his brows at the mention of a friend, "what friend?" As far as he knew, his only 'friend' was her, and she was faking the entire time. "Your executioner," Elizabeth answered before he continuously lunged at Meliodas, trying her best to make him fall on his knees with the use of her knife, fists, and legs.

Executioner?

"Who the hell are you talking about?" Meliodas yelled out while they danced; Elizabeth laughed at him mockingly, "aren't you supposed to be a specialist? You should know who you work with."

"I don't give a shit," Meliodas snorted, aiming at her head, but only to hit a strand of hair. "You're hopeless. Your executioner is King; you came here with him, right?"

A bit of everything.

Meliodas tripped on his feet and fell to the ground with the sound of King's voice replying in his mind; Elizabeth found this as an opportunity to throw a knife through his left leg. He moved his leg a second too late, and it resulted in him having a gash along his leg, "son of a bitch!"

Elizabeth laughed at the pained expression Meliodas wore; it excited her; she wanted to do more. Meliodas sensed the killing intent and quickly stood up, trying to ignore the pain in his leg. He took a deep breath and concentrated on where he wanted the bullet to go through; Elizabeth stood motionless, as if giving him time to aim and shoot.

She was mocking him.

"You missed the first time. Maybe you'll miss again,"

Meliodas was able to return the pain he was feeling in his leg to her right arm; it didn't go through, but it was close enough to draw blood. Elizabeth gasped at the pain, not expecting to be hurt, "the fuck did you expect just standing there?" It was Meliodas' turn to mock. Elizabeth looked at her wound and to Meliodas, "I moved when you pulled the trigger."

"I moved when I pulled the trigger," Meliodas shot back with a smirk. Elizabeth chuckled, "no matter, this is nothing compared to what King did to me years ago. Son of a bitch had me bedridden for two months," she paused, looking at how Meliodas' brow rose in confusion.

"You have no idea who King is, do you?" Elizabeth asked, shaking her arm as a form of getting over the stinging pain. "I don't know who is who anymore, so it's not a problem. I don't know you either, so what's the point?" Meliodas shrugged, pointing his gun at her again.

"Well, someone must have told you I'm good at manipulation, Meliodas," Elizabeth gave him a sinister grin, launching at him, only for her to miss. Meliodas didn't shoot; he realized that if he hit a lot more times, and he'd have to reload, and that would be enough time for her to stick a knife through his throat.

"So is King, he's — " "a bit of everything." Meliodas cut her off, making her sigh in relief, "what a miracle, you know something about him." He rolled his eyes at her, "As I said, I don't give fuck. I get missions, I kill people, and I get paid, nothing else."

Elizabeth scoffed at him before they continued to dance with blades and bullets, "you're very fitting for your job, you ruthless murderer," she told him. She tried her best to punch and kick while he blocked and fought back, "you're one to talk," Meliodas spat, finding a weak spot and kicking her stomach in the hardest way possible to knock her down.

Elizabeth screamed in pain as she crouched on the ground, clutching her stomach in pain; she looked up at Meliodas to meet his blank stare, "you know he killed my father right in front of me with the same look in your eyes."

"I don't care," Meliodas pointed his gun at her, "you're going to meet him soon, won't you? You'll reunite with him. That'll be great, won't it?" He chuckled, making himself sound like a sweet little boy with a matching cheerful expression. It went from that to back to a blank face in a matter of seconds.

"You're not the only one who can change at will," Meliodas pointed out, remembering the scene from the hallway. Elizabeth shrugged, "you should be worried about King, you know. He's killed many of you in cold blood."

Meliodas blinked, "I don't care," although he probably did in the back of his mind. The thought of finally avenging his brother's death was much stronger than whoever or whatever King was. "All I care about now is shooting you in the head. Near your beloved father, too, aren't I considerate?"

Elizabeth sighed, "alright, whatever, if you die after this, don't say I didn't warn you." Her last statement confused him, but he made sure not to show it on his face, "shut up. I don't believe a thing you say; you know that, right? And since you're going to die shortly anyway, I'll admit that I had hope in being friends with you. I even hoped that you weren't such a threat to us. I sorta liked you in some way, you were okay."

Meliodas watched her stare back at him; that wasn't embarrassing for him; it was liberating, if anything. He'd never hear from her again, so might as well make her last memory of being alive being reminded of how fake she was, "any last words?"

She nodded and gave him a genuine smile, "I did too."

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