Darling in the Dark: A Melizabeth Fanfiction

Chapter 11: A Sinful Meeting

A/N: Oooohh, things are heating up! Enjoy the chappie.

LOTV'S P.o.V.~

A Giant, two Fairies, a Doll, and an Immortal turned to look at the magical presence that had appeared.

  It was a pale, thin woman, with short jet black hair and hazel golden eyes. A beauty mark adorned her right cheek, just under her eye, and her curvaceous form was clad with a sleeveless purple jacket, purple underwear, and purple tights with circular holes down the sides of them, she was basically nude save for the aforementioned clothing articles.

  Behind her was a small, skinny man with auburn hair, square glasses, and a long face. His auburn mustache made him seem classy, however the over sized, baggy clothing and his timid, ocean eyes ruined any charm the mustache granted him.

"Merlin, Escanor, took you long enough," the silver haired man glared at the women, unaffected by her almost lingerie like clothing and the man's timid appearance. The reason why was simple; he knew very well what type of monsters they could be.

The women, Merlin's, pink lips stayed in it's near perpetual smile, smoothly responding to the man's inquiry, "Apologies, Ban. I was confirming the location, and I had to bring our newer member, Escanor, from his isolation."

  Ban turned to Escanor, giving a slight nod as greeting to him, before turning back to the view of Nowhere. Believe it or not, the places actual name was Nowhere, a place where people who wished to disappear vanished to. It was a place where the magic of the world was wrong, odd, not quite right.

  It was hard to do any form of magic, even for the Great Mage Merlin, so her teleportation was severely limited. 

This was the main reason she couldn't simply teleport them there, which naturally led to them running there, teleporting when the magical energy was calm enough. After several hours, they eventually managed to reach an all too familiar setting.

A forest of white birch trees, the snowfall melted in springs embrace and the animals running from the powerful figures. Up ahead they saw a haze of red. And in that haze was the source of an immense magical pressure.

The group of seven stopped, looking at each other before slowly walking or floating respectively to the pressures spot. They stopped at just the edge of the forest, gazing into the flower field of fire lilies that glowed blue and beautiful. However, it was no longer the previously enchanting sight that held the confession and love of Meliodas and Elizabeth.

Its innocence had been infiltrated with extreme protectiveness.

Instead it was sinister, a dark, angry omen of death. In the flower field of lilies that seemed like a sea of blood despite the blue, stood a demon. 

His hair was sunlight incarnate, his body, though short in stature, was chiseled, scarred and tan from several centuries of harsh training that rendered it to perfection. He wore a loose white shirt tucked into black pants. Though barefoot, he exuded an elegant, yet chaotic strength that sent shivers down the groups spines despite their many years, and in some cases centuries, of battle experience.

Even Merlin, the woman who trapped and confined him to his castle's domain for years, shivered from the exposure. Her hazel gold eyes narrowed, and with a bead of nervousness slipping down her face, she came to an ominous conclusion.

"You've gotten stronger, Meliodas."

The figure turned around, revealing a poker face with bright emerald green eyes, a startling and somehow menacing contrast to his energy. A small, yet full smile crept up his face, crinkling his eyes in a somehow innocent look of false happiness. Perhaps if he were not a demon, they would've found it charming.