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.
“To find the other sins,” she said without looking back. “To offer them what you refused. A cure for Diane’s memory. A way to free Ban’s immortality without killing him. A sword that can cut through any curse for King.” She glanced over her shoulder, her violet eyes now cold as grave-frost. “Not everyone loves as selflessly as you, Dragon’s Sin. Some of them still have broken oaths of their own.” nanatsu no taizai
She turned and walked toward the crater. Her small form began to dissolve into motes of black-gold light. But Meliodas had broken that oath
Three thousand years ago, before the Holy War, before Elizabeth, before the betrayal of the Demon Clan—there had been a pact. Not between demons and goddesses, but between outcasts. Meliodas, then the heir to the Demon King’s throne, had met a renegade goddess who despised the celestial order. Together, they had forged a secret oath: to shatter the eternal stalemate between the clans, not through war, but through balance. A third path. For three thousand years, she had waited in
She stood up slowly, dusting the gray powder from her tattered dress. “A collector of broken things. Broken lands. Broken knights.” She tilted her head. “Broken oaths.”
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.
“I know,” Frauja said. “That’s why I’m not here for revenge.”
