“I don’t remember you,” Meliodas admitted, and the words cut deeper than any sword. His curse of immortality came with a cost: he had died and been reborn so many times, his memories were a shattered mirror.
But Meliodas had broken that oath. He had chosen love—Elizabeth—and in doing so, he had let the war consume everything. Frauja had been sealed away by her own kind for consorting with a demon. For three thousand years, she had waited in a prison of crystallized light, dreaming of the boy who had promised her a better world and then forgotten her name.
Frauja’s smile cracked. The Ember of Equinox flickered and dimmed. nanatsu no taizai
“The same thing I wanted three thousand years ago, Meliodas. A world without gods. No Demon King. No Supreme Deity. Just mortals, making their own choices, their own mistakes, their own loves.” Her violet eyes glowed. “I want you to help me kill the Demon King. Permanently. And then, together, we will tear down the goddess realm’s throne.”
“The Ember of Equinox. The one thing that can break your curse without killing Elizabeth. The one thing that can restore your memory of me .” She held it out to him. “Take it, and the Seven Deadly Sins can have their happy ending. You can grow old. You can die. You can finally rest.” “I don’t remember you,” Meliodas admitted, and the
She sat on the lip of the abyss, her silver hair tangled with ash, her small hands wrapped around a cracked porcelain doll. She couldn’t have been more than ten summers old, yet her violet eyes held the weight of centuries.
Meliodas’s hand drifted to the hilt of the dragon-handle sword. “I’m not in the mood for riddles, little girl.” He had chosen love—Elizabeth—and in doing so, he
“You shouldn’t be here,” the boy said. He was young, barely a man, with messy black hair and a lazy smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He carried a broken greatsword strapped to his back—the hilt chipped, the blade notched, yet humming with a faint, divine light.