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#17 Let The Games Begin

Alright guys, so IOnlyWantToRead requested I do brotherly fluff, and since it's Thanksgiving where I'm at, I figured why not combine the two. I would also like to state, I'm Incredibly tired, and literally came up with this as I went, so it might not be my greatest work. Anyway, hope it's okay and that you like it IOnlyWantToRead. (3

It had always been known that Meliodas was terrifying. This fact being upheld by his staggering power level, tense aura that could destroy a person's soul, and cold and hardened eyes that had easily made many demons cower at the sight of their rough gaze.

However, there was one day, where he was completely laid back.. One day, where he actually smiled... a day his brother's waited for for the other 365 to come so they could enjoy their fun and happy brother once more.. What is this day you ask?

Thanksgiving.

Most would be confused as to why the demon race would celebrate this human holiday, or why it would bring such joy to such a heartless demon when holidays like Christmas and Halloween seem much more fitting for their cheery spirits. However, Thanksgiving wasn't quite the same as what it was in the human realm. Here...

It was a festival full of games. Ones that Meliodas absolutely loved to play. Many were based on human traditions. A few to be used as an example being:

Trall hunting. Just as humans use turkeys as their main dish, there is a competition for a similar type bird that exists in the demon realm, called Trall. The hunt can last for hours and has put many demons in the hospital due to their large bodies, and feathers being as hard and sharp as a dragon's scales.

Another fun tradition being one of the most popular ones... Drinking competition. Demons from all status and all areas will gather around at the central point of the demon realm and drink hundreds, sometimes even thousands of barrels of ale in total. The prize being one of many tokens scattered around the festival that demons must collect to win the final prize, one that is considered a very big honor among many demons.. A meal with the demon king himself, one that has almost always resulted in the lucky demon winner in getting a raise in power.

There were many other traditions, pullkron smashing, a pumpkin like plant that's shell was as dense as steel.

Dancing competition, only with lava surrounding you as tiles slowly fall away and the speed of the dance rises.

And finally, the thing that would always wrap it up, trained demon flyers will go up into the sky each using their darkness to create pictures of different high ups. Generals, celebrities, royalty, and all sorts of others.

It was many's favorite part, and one Zeldris couldn't wait to see.

He had been training for weeks for this event now that he was old enough to attend himself, determined to win to not only make his brother proud, but to get to see his father and ask him something he had been wanting to for several months...

If he would come to his birthday celebration in a few months.

Several years had passed since his life began, and not for one of them had his father been willing to spend the time to see him for his own birthday, no matter how hard he trained. It hurt the boy in ways he wasn't allowed to express as a demon, and becasue of this he was determined to get his father's attention and win so he could finally feel what it was like to have his father supporting him. At least, that's what he imagined it would feel like having his parent actually attending his party.

Taking a deep breath and a final look in his mirror, he excitedly left his room with a skip in his step as he hurried towards the large doors to outside.