Fallen Angel - (Seven Deadly Sins x Reader)

Chapter 42

Escanor the Lion

You coughed up some blood into your hand as Escanor closed the door to the storeroom with Jericho and Elaine hidden inside it. You and Ban were crouched behind the bar, a cup of hot apple cider between your slim hands as you slipped on it slowly, Ban held your hair back away from your face.

"Um, Lady (Y/n)" Escanor peeked down at you from where he was standing at Ban's side, polishing a glass with a rag, "wouldn't you rather hide with the other ladies, since you are quite wounded.

"I need nature light to help me heal faster" You assured him, patting his feeble hand as your other held the keg of hot, soothing liquid. "We'll be ok, with all this alcohol there's no way Galand could get my scent".

Ban noticed you'd begun to twitch a little in the cold, as the sun had set long ago and the bar was in a cave with a large open entrance. He grabbed you by your elbows and slid you towards him so your back pressed against his chest, his knees curled up and his arms wrapped around to envelope you in his embrace.

"AH HAA!" The shrill excited cry of Galand as the Commandment, accompanied by his fellow demon, leapt up to crash through into the bar, scaring the glasses right off Escanor's nose.

"EEEEEP!" Escanor jumped up in fright and a ripple of fear cascaded up the back of his green dress shirt. "Y-Y-Y-Yo You're not human!"

Whoops you thought, sticking your tongue into the warm liquid in your cup, probably should've mentioned who we were running from.

"They're not here?" Galand grumbled, the metal drumming of his fingers grew present as he walked forward and tapped his hands down the cave wall.

"I could've sworn I detected them here" Melascula hummed and you had to stop yourself from gasping as Ban unexpectedly tightened his grip around you. Caging you in like he was afraid the demons would try to take you.

"I smell something..." Galand's maniacal laugh sounded as he suddenly ripped up a huge barrel of ale from behind one of the tables, "EEEK! YUMMY! I never guessed alcohol could advance in 3000 years!"

"Galand" Melascula's sickly sweet voice oozed into your mind and you scowled slightly, "you should probably not drink that".

"OOOH, It's so GOOD! Melascula, won't you have a cup?" You heard the distinct sound of strong ale being poured and you could smell it.

"Its our mission to dominate Britannia remember? If Zeldris saw you like this, drinking instead of searching for (Y/n) and the rest of them, I'm sure he'd give you a piece of his mind".

"Don't use threats against me, just thinking about that guy gives me shudders up my back! Who's the one who said she wanted to let loose in the outside world after so long?" You heard a thump and Ban's hand moved to rest against your exposed stomach. "Don't be such a stick in the mud!"

"They're completely pissed now" Ban murmured into the shell of your ear, his hot breath making you shudder, "surely we can kill them now".

"Not yet" You jabbed his nose as it came into your peripheral vision, "wait til sunrise" you whispered. The cup in your hands, now empty, was placed down ever so softly as you peeked just once over the edge of the bar.

The two Commandments, heavily intoxicated and both red in the face, were stirring the air around them as the smell of brandy and ale hung on their breaths.

"I never would've guessed alcohol could advance in 3000 years!" Melascula curled her toes, erotically tipping her top half over one of the tables giving Galand a fun view.