One, two, three and the counting went on.
He had no idea what he was counting anymore. Were they the graves he had dug? The bodies he had embrace? Or perhaps the pair of lifeless eyes staring back at him?
Heart crushed and broken for the thirty-second time, tears once again falling as the nightmare went on...
And here comes the thirty-third, along with the happiness and pain she could possibly bring, standing before him with the smile he had ever loved.
Then he knew, he always knew that the never ending cycle of suffering once again starting.m
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Screams at myself to STOP FUCKING WRITING! DAMN IT! THIS IS THE FOURTH ONE!
Cover by me and my best friend Danica.
Estarossa had always believed that it was the selfishness of his older brother that brought him to start the war three thousand years ago.
However, as the second holy war ends before his eyes, that belief shattered, as the unbearable truth was exposed before him.
A truth that Meliodas thought was better off with no one knowing.
The truth why he started the war.
The truth of how much he truely cared for his brothers...
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Aaaaand i did it... this is Esta's fault for being cute way back three thousand of years ago.
This is likely before the first holy war started, memories of the demon princes since I love to think that they were really like siblings back then. Might be OOC (seriously) but still...
Here I am posting this.
Oh my god, it took me like a fucking month to write just one parts of this shit.
What's going on with me? 😭 *sulks*
The photos used for the cover is by Yuka, (love her) you can search her! Her Melizabeth drawings are cool!