Darling in the Dark: A Melizabeth Fanfiction

Chapter 2: A Strangely....Pleasant Surprise

A/N: Lol, back at it again with the edits, babyyy

After Meliodas had revealed his face.....

Elizabeth looked down at the supposed source of the voice. Did she somehow get fed a hallucinogen again by her Mother before she left? She was dreaming, right? I mean, Angels aren't supposed to be pretty enough to enchant Goddesses, according to the lore.

So why couldn't she take her eyes off this fallen angel?

He was about the height of her breasts with beautiful golden blond hair, that was extremely spiky—yet she had the oddest feeling that it was softer than it seemed. He body was very ripped with heavily toned and conditioned muscles, and his skin had a surprisingly tan tone to it. 

His eyes were a strange mixture of black and red, and a large, spiky black mark spilled across his forehead from his left eye.

His aura was full of and almost overflowing with the concept of danger, the bloodlust that he naturally emit was so intense, Elizabeth felt as if her skin was being ripped off slowly while needles poked and cut at her exposed skin; acid seemed to run down her back, burning her even more and causing her excruciating agony everywhere.

 How very... pleasant.

 And yet despite these feelings of pain, she seemed to hardly noticed. 

Instead she noticed the empty loneliness in his eyes, the flecks of despair; the sad curve to the psychotic, sadistic, sharp toothed, and feral smile he had greeted her with. The scars on his body, the unconsciously defensive posture, the tension that thrummed beneath the hardened skin of his body. 

Without even realizing it herself, she began to cry because of the pain she sensed within him, the same pain her Mother had forced her to carry; a fellow soul that had suffered as she had for so long. The terrible relief she felt in knowing she wasn't alone anymore made her soul burn with guilt, and an inexplicable sense of wholeness of self.

She felt a sense of relief and nostalgia that was so great, she wondered how she was standing; she wondered where she'd met this demon who was as pretty as a fallen angel...

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Meliodas was shocked to learn that her beauty was further enhanced by his increased proximity to her. 

Her eyes were a dewy blue that swam with flecks of silver and cobalt blue. Her lashes were long and dark black with silver hairs in them. Her hair had strands of platinum and light hints of blue in them.

   Her skin was a paler shade—a pale, fine alabaster on ivory—and even clearer than he had previously assumed. 

Her body....was somehow even more tempting up close; he could sense the lust of his inner vampire, demon and himself rise up, hoping to devour the goddess in front of them. And her scent, Meliodas had never smelled such a intoxicating scent before; vanilla and cinnamon with hints of oranges and lavender with an undertone of rain. 

Both his inner demon and vampire growled in harmony, "Ours. Our Mate. She is Ours!". 

Meliodas was ready to take her in that moment, after all, he had never had a mate before, but the tears she shed surprised him.

Her large sapphire eyes bore into him as tears of pearly iridescence fell down her face in rivers. She trembled and collapsed on the ground, still crying. Meliodas in that moment, in seeing her kneel beneath the emotions that had felled her too fragile self, felt an odd impulse—he wanted to reach for her and hold her in his arms, to provide her with warmth, to provide shelter.