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➤ ` BELLION. ( deathburns )
𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝, be they 3000 years ago, or even mere months. for all of his idealism, what had come of it? bloodshed & pain, a sorrow he could never undo. meliodas speaks of the celestials & bellion holds his ground. he is old enough, or he feels old enough, that he can face his misdeeds. he knows better than to run from them. i am here because you had been set on wiping out another group of people.
he has never been proud of that rage, even when he would tell himself that it was righteous. what answers did continuing battles bring? when had bloodshed solved anything? not every broken thing could be put back together. not all forests burned to the ground would regrow. sometimes, sorrow simply stayed sorrow. it didn’t bring strength or new realizations. there is nothing to be proud of.
meliodas laughs & really, what else could he do? it must’ve sounded stupid to him. because bellion was someone easily tossed away. wasn’t that how they’d always been? he, some fiery young idealist staring at someone so vastly out of his league— that was the issue with ideals. ❛ i think … if in the past we’d learned to love more & hate less, this would be easier. the demon clan became hardened & cold, many of us forgot what it was like to live & only focused on survival. everyone was our enemy. ❜ it is soft, simply a fact. he’d forgotten how to live, too.
but he’s learning again.
❛ so we kept hating & attacking & we’ve all done things that can’t be undone. the celestials who died that day when the mother of chaos sealed us away will not come back to life. the ones i killed in my rage won’t come back. i can’t undo the siege or the slaughter, but i can choose to not let it happen again. ❜ he remembers the looks on the celestials’ faces. he remembers how they fought bravely. he remembers the fire in that old warrior’s eyes & the searing pain of the winged sword ( sometimes, his arm still aches, even though it’s no longer there ). none of that would’ve happened if he’d been smarter. if he’d loved a little more & hated a little less. if he’d stopped to look around & see blue skies & breathe in fresh air & life. if he hadn’t been so set on one goal. all he could do now was try harder. be better, keep his promises.
❛ as for my opinion of you … it isn’t about the commandment thing. you also have done things that can’t be undone. my father & zeno are not coming back. but you’ve also made a name for yourself as the captain of the seven deadly sins. the past can’t be undone, but aren’t you trying to work toward a future where those things don’t happen again, too? ❜
he remembers his father’s laughter. he remembers zeno always ready to play. he remembers being a starry-eyed boy who wanted to make a difference. he’d worked hard to do that. he’d set a goal for himself, he’d picked up the broken pieces every time his goal was shattered. he remembers pain, & he knows that he has made it through before. he can change, & this time, he is determined that it will be for the better.
it’s easier without the mark from the demon king.
it’s easier when he lives among humans.
& he thinks, if he dies here, then at least he’s said what he wanted to say, right? not that he wanted to die when he had found reasons to live, but overwhelming spirit wouldn’t save him from meliodas’ attacks. he would never be able to see the world from that point of view; one where he had no need to look back. & maybe that was for the best. looking back was a way to remember why he was fighting at all. do you really intend to live up to those words? now, blazing gold meets green, a vulnerable sort of strength; undeniable truth— ❛ i will protect this village. i’ll do what i should’ve done those 3000 years ago. hate a little less, love a little more. you can think of that what you will. i can’t undo what i did in the past, but i have no plans of dying here without having a chance to work toward a better future. ❜
❝ I see. You seemed pretty angry about it at the time. ❞ It's quiet, a barely audible note under the breath. Conclusions drawn from their limited interactions, the rage rising to meet him with every blow, each brush stroke painting a clearer picture of the demon in front of him, filling in gaps that long since rusted over. ( bellion, little bellion, aranak's kid. unrestrained / unsuitable / exiled. so you found your way to the peak once more. was what you sought for worth the trip ? )
Meliodas could not comprehend it, the loss of a father's love. He wouldn't pretend to. Not even a spark of envy that he couldn't feel this way to his own parent rested within. Why mourn when there was only ever a distant apathy to begin with ? A fool's errand to imagine that which never existed. But the absence of what was once — of a loved one, a cherished person, an irrevocable & pivotal presence in a life — was an experience hammered into his soul. Ignorance could no longer make it's home inside him. Yes, he learned. A lesson time [ his old man / father / arbiter ] taught over and over until it was all he knew, until he breathed aching loss, haunted sighs composed of the deceased and departed. A bone deep pain that would forever be with him.
[ “ HELLO AGAIN, MY SON- ” ]
❝ Excuse my mistake then. ❞ It's blatant, the non addressal of Aranak and Zeno. Too much to unpack and lay out on the table. he can't speak of it, not yet. There's no words to be said about the mention of the two commandments.
It's faded, worn and torn along the edges, moments in between frayed and snippets of conversation lost but the centered image is still immaculate. Their final moments not were one looked back on fondly or in triumph of breaking free from his cage; the disheveled state in the aftermath, ichor he never thought would cake his hands staring back at him, accusing in its presence.
( heavy heart, heavy knowing eyes, broad back towering to his front, a weight seated among a forest of blond locks. an execution procession / a death march. nothing is going right. what should he do, what should he do what should he )
Keep smiling, Meliodas. It's one thing you've become great at.
Work towards a better future. Words brought hazy, distant eyes replaying that moment back to focus on the son left behind. Bellion... that's right, Bellion. He's exhibited lots of signs of change already, right ? It didn't made sense, considering what recently transpired. He's the same different. At least a little bit, with displaying remorse and an effort to distance himself from past actions. The captain’s not a fairy, lacked the inborn trait to read the hearts / minds of others, lay bare true intentions, but he did have his own eyes and intuition. It's disconcerting to see yourself in someone that should've taken nothing from you—- the memory barely ran through his head before he snapped it's neck and cast it out.
A better future.
An exhale loosened built coiled pressure in between ribs, rhythmic taps of his foot meeting the earth. This wasn’t anything like what he expected to find. There’s no fight here. There’s no burning forests, decimated villages, or revenge driven crusades to stomp out but hey, he’s grown rather adept at taking things as they came, rolling with the punches life swung.
A twist of the hand sheathed Lostvayne, shoulders smoothing out. Anticlimactic, but that's all there was left to it. There’s no need to wave the sword at him any longer. Disjointed thoughts and reasonings quelled minutely and his need to lash out had declined dramatically. The only purpose eliminating Bellion at this point would serve now fell into preventative measures rather than the disposal of any active threat.
❝ Alright. Feel free to keep doing what you're doing. ❞ Arms crossed, index finger on the left hand pointing upright, underlining one more thing. A little extra incentive never hurt anyone. ❝ But there's a catch. If I let you walk free right now, I better not come back and find you've fallen back into old habits. If I do, there'll be no more chances. Understand ? ❞