ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ
Killing her father, the General of the Demon Army, was the only way (Y/n)'s best friend and his lover could escape and in doing so, (Y/n) and Meliodas, the eldest son of the Demon King, started the Holy War.
For 3,000 years, (Y/n) tra...
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(𝗬/𝗻)'𝘀 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀
This is how I envisioned (Y/n)'s mother with her armour on (your hair colour of choice and light brown eyes):
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And this is how I envisioned (Y/n)'s father with his armour on (your eye colour of choice and white hair):
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Both of these artworks do not belong to me and I'm not entirely who they actually belong to so credits to the artists!
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"ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.
ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴛʀʏ."
ᴀʟɪ ɢᴀᴛɪᴇ
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"You're going to have to talk to him at some point, (Y/n)."
I ignore the sweet voice and continue to march ahead, my hand holding tightly onto my dagger in my sheath.
Right now we're trying to find a way out of a maze since we took part in a festival which my best friend thought would be a brilliant idea. Honestly, the idiot.
