Ban x Meliodas bk.#2 Succurance That Separates The Bond

Faith

Blood and gore
Extreme violence
Explicit language
Use of alcohol
Fluff

Note: I tried to get a lot of detail and plot line for this story to make sense. Especially when it comes to new characters(OC's). Please don't hesitate to ask questions about what the "this" means, or what hell is actually happening; although I can't give away any spoilers.... Also, please do tell me if there are grammar mistakes or problems with spelling...

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     At first he didn't want his moment with his immortal human to end, but the moment his brother bursted in the room with the injured king screaming out that he was back. His thoughts were quick and clean as he covers himself with his black pulsing magic. Quickly rushing out the room to see the different royal families screaming to what's sounds like his ear drums ready to pop. Their faces were distressed and some stopped to recognize him as the captain of the Sins.

"Please! My daughter, she's back over there and needs help!"

Meliodas says nothing in response but heading towards the dance floor, and yet you don't help your own daughter, even if it cost you your life? He grips his palm into a tight fist.

"Calm down Mel, they are weak mortal humans."

"You are also one of their kind," the demon starts, "their fear always takes over them no matter how powerful they are." He looks over to Ban that has caught up to him. Before they left, Meliodas ordered his brother to make sure everyone is out of the castle and to take Arthur to a medic. He only hopes that there was someone who knew anything about first aid when they get out.

"Mel!" Ban yells, and the spaced out demon snaps back to the real world. Seeing a white ray in front of him made his instincts think of danger causing his own body to duck to avoid the pure ray, only escaping with a shallow scrape.

"Meliodas! It's not Hades! It's-"

The second the blond turns back time felt as though time had stopped as he saw an a unfamiliar angel he has never seen for over his three-thousand years of living. Her eyes not the same, but they seemed hazed from the goddess clan symbol in those eyes, the same long brunette locks. But this goddess couldn't be?

"Aina?" Meliodas lip synchs with his thoughts, his light breath exhales before an undeniably painful pressure was sent throughout his whole body crashing against the castle wall, destroying the structure, clouds of dust builds up. And the suns rays shined in the castle exposing the fallen angel.

What the hell is going on?! Meliodas jolts his head to see the angel charging to strike with his arm straight up in the air. He could sense the magical energy that was swelling up. He quickly moves out with the twist of his body, thrusting his legs against the rock ground. A strong current of wind blows dust from the force the blond used to force his jump away from the attack.

Looking closer at her face, it was flushed and red as if she cried recently, even now she seemed to be on the verge of tears. Her mouth was muttering word after word putting it together as a spell or poem, Meliodas couldn't tell. She was still, unmoving after the current strike of attack, fist in the ground and hair tied up in a tight bun. Even if her muttering sounded like nonsense to the petite demon he did catch his name, then the words "remember... remember..."

Remember?

His mind was confused. Remember what? He wanted to say, but was interrupted by the sudden strike of her physical weapon made out of her magic. It was white as the angels. And Meliodas knew she wasn't a demon. The wings, her magic, that bright aura gave everything off like an open book. But the deathly aura craving to kill and slaughter was what caught his attention. It wasn't like a second soul was in her, he couldn't sense any another being even if he tried. And there was no magic controlling her, non dark nor light attached to hers that isn't her own.