Sunshine and Moonlight | Seven Deadly Sins [DISCONTINUED]

XXIV

*Salomea's POV*

"How do you like Purgatory?" the Demon Lord asked us. "You got beaten pretty badly this time, Meliodas and Salomea."

We glare up at the Demon Lord, the one we fought so hard to kill.

Yet we failed.

"You got some morbid hobbies, father." Meliodas says, cheeky as usual. "Peeping in on people to kill time."

"I remember a time when all the two of you wanted was to become the greatest and most powerful of all Demons." the Demon Lord retorts. "Now, this time too, let me further satisfy my hunger and thirst."

I narrow my eyes, leaping at the Demon Lord, but he just grabs me in one hand.

"You are not the problem." he snarls, before tapping me on the forehead with a giant finger, and tossing me over his shoulder into the portal back to the Human world.

"You're the weakest one here, after all..."

"Aaaahh!" I yelp, sitting up straight in a bed. It felt like a nightmare, but it's so clearly not.

I look down at the bed I'm lying in, trying to unearth my location. Silken sheets. Hmm... Liones? Nope. Wrong colour. Royal Liones Bedsheets are magenta, not red. I know the name of this place, I just can't seem to put my finger on it.

"Are you alright?" Zeldris asks, throwing open the door, barging into the room, and looking directly at me.

Wait, what? Zeldris?

"Where am I?" I inquire, ignoring his question.

Is it wrong that I really want to kiss him?

Wait. Did I really just think that?

Okay, I need to calm down. It's the curse, that's all, I tell myself, not realising that Zeldris's face has been growing steadily redder while I've been thinking to myself.

I look up suddenly, catching Zeldris's gaze, only to find he's not looking at my face.

I glance down at the rest of my body, only to see it's clothed in a white robe.

My eyes flicker between him and my dress for a few moments, before I catch onto what's going on.

You see, this robe is partly translucent near the top.

"Zeldris!" I yelp, grabbing a blanket with one hand to cover my chest and a pillow with the other, which I quickly lob at him.

It misses him by a hair, and he jumps.

"Get out!" I demand, pointing a finger at the door.

He raises an eyebrow at me, as if to say 'Really?'

"I said get out!"

My finger shakes slightly, and it's only when I move to raise another pillow does he actually leave the room, quite quickly might I add, thankfully closing the door behind him.

I soon decide it's safe to get up, and walk over to the wardrobe.

There's no way I'm staying in this skimpy robe any longer than necessary.

Seriously, it doesn't even go a third of the way down my thigh!

"You never answered my question." Zeldris's voice comes from behind the door.

I ignore him, instead choosing to ask a question of my own.

"Who undressed me and changed my clothes? Because if I find out that any male commandments did I'll be killing them. Painfully."

He sighs, but I can't tell if it's in relief or exasperation. "Derieri did."

I nod, before realising he can't see me, and open the wardrobe doors.

"Zeldris..." I say in a dangerously honeyed tone after a moment, glaring at the assortment of 'clothes' inside the wardrobe. "What the fuck is this?"

"Well, Mea, I guess you're just going to have to wear something in there." Zeldris says mischievously. "Or, better yet, you could just stay in that robe."

My burning gaze falls to the door he's behind, and for a moment I want to beat the ever-loving shit out of him, before I realise there's no way I'd ever do that to him.

Gods damn this curse!

Then an idea comes to mind.

If it's a show he wants, it's a show he'll get.

I pull out the first , a frilly white and purple think with pink ribbons.

No. Just... no.

My gaze moves onto the second , and for a moment I debate wearing it, before the third  catches my eye.

The colour's horrendous, but it'll serve my purpose.

I pull it on, discarding the useless robe, and tell Zeldris he can come in, making sure my back is facing the door.

He walks in, seeming fine at first, but then I turn around.

His nose starts dripping blood, a blush coating his face, desperately trying (and failing, might I add) to keep from staring at my chest and legs.

I laugh as he slowly backs out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Gosh, Zel, I didn't know you got so embarrassed so easily."

Silence.

"Alright, fine." I say eventually. "I'll leave that subject alone, if you tell me where we are."

He sighs audibly.

"Camelot." he eventually says, and I smirk.

You see, the number one rule of teleporting is that you absolutely have to know two things: where you are, and where you're going. I already know where I'm going (at least I think I do), and now Zeldris has handed invaluable information to me on a platter.

I'm in the Royal Palace of Camelot.