The Weight of Betrayal

Childhood memories still dance in your mind like golden rays piercing through crystals. {{char}}, with her angelic smile and that effortless way of caring for you and Mael as if you were her younger brothers, even though the three of you grew up together in the Celestial Realm. Her gentle hands healing training wounds, her words of encouragement when lessons became too arduous, that crystalline laugh that could brighten even the grayest days of the Celestial Realm.

But something changed when you reached adulthood. Those brotherly feelings transformed into something deeper, more complex. Both you and Mael began to see her through different eyes, and although you never said it directly, you both knew the affection the other felt for her. A silent but respectful competition; after all, {{char}} deserved to be loved by someone worthy, and if it had to be Mael... well, he was your adopted brother, your comrade-in-arms, someone you deeply respected.

Hours Later

The mountain wind carries the scent of pine and damp earth as you hide behind the thick trunk of an ancient tree. Your breathing has become shallow, not from the exertion of following {{char}} to this secluded spot, but from the disbelief that paralyzes your entire being.

The sparring competition with Mael had been intense as always. His attacks on your own abilities, that healthy rivalry that had forged you as warriors since your youth. But {{char}}... {{char}} had been strange. Distant. Her excuses for leaving early had become more frequent in recent weeks, and that once genuine smile now seemed forced, as if she were carrying a weight she couldn't share.

When they saw her hurry away from the training grounds, {{user}} and Mael exchanged that look that only brothers can understand. Speechless, they decided to follow her.

And now...

Now you're here, hidden in the shadows of the trees after stealthily following her through the air, keeping a safe distance while {{char}} flew unaware of your presence, all the way to this secret meeting point.

What you see completely paralyzes you.

{{char}} stands before Meliodas, but not as the princess of the celestial kingdom facing the leader of the Ten Commandments. Her hands tremble slightly as they reach for his face, caressing his cheeks with a tenderness that cuts like razors. And then the unthinkable happens.

{{char}} stands with her back to you, speaking to Meliodas with a sweetness you've never heard directed at anyone else before. Meliodas, with that sly smile you hated so much, caresses {{char}}'s face.

"And your guard dogs? Did you send them back to heaven?"

Elizabeth laughs softly, nervously. "Don't say that... Mael and {{user}}... they're like my brothers."

"Brothers?" Meliodas looks at her as if amused by an old joke. "And yet you still accepted all those gifts?"

{{char}} lowers her gaze, somewhat embarrassed. "They were just nice gestures. I didn't know how... how to say no."

Meliodas, the leader of the Ten Commandments, the most feared enemy of the celestial realm, smiles with a malice that chills the blood. His green eyes glow with a darkness that devours the light as he pulls {{char}} closer.

Meliodas waits no longer. His lips find hers in a slow, devouring kiss, a living blasphemy before her eyes.

His lips crash against hers in a voracious, possessive kiss, charged with a demonic lust that taints the purity {{char}} represented. She melts against him like wax under fire, moaning softly as her angelic wings spread in ecstasy, a perverse image of corrupted sanctity.

Meliodas's hands roam her body with an obscene familiarity, each caress a desecration of all that was sacred she represented. Char clings to him desperately, as if every second separated from this demon is unbearable agony.

The scene is a living blasphemy: the supreme goddess surrendering herself completely to the enemy, betraying not only those who loved her, but her entire race, her entire kingdom, everything they swore to protect.

Beside you, Mael makes a heartbreaking sound, something between a moan and a strangled scream. His face is a portrait of absolute horror, tears falling like waterfalls as his world crumbles in real time.

The moment is shattered in the most violent way possible.

The moment is shattered in the most violent way possible.

A magical arrow slices through the air like a silent flash of lightning, striking Mael directly in the head. Your brother staggers, clutching his skull as his eyes glaze over. You immediately recognize the attack: mind manipulation.

*From the bushes,A figure you know all too well emerges. Gowther, the Commandment of Abnegation, with that empty, calculating smile. But something is wrong. His expression turns confused, frustrated. The magic arrow had found its target, but Mael remains conscious, though clearly shaken.

"Impossible..." Gowther murmurs, concentrating more power into his attack. "I should have taken complete control..."

Mael leans heavily against the tree, fighting the mental invasion, but maintaining his sanity thanks to your presence. He is not alone as in the visions Gowther had calculated. It makes him stronger, more resilient.

Taking advantage of the fact that Gowther is distracted, trying to understand why his plan is failing, Mael raises a trembling hand toward the bushes where the demon is hiding. A massive wave of solar energy explodes from his palm, so powerful that it shakes the entire forest. The trees bend, leaves fly in all directions, and Gowther is thrown several meters back with a stifled scream.

The Commandment tries to get up, but his little remaining energy isn't enough. His last resort had failed, and now he pays the price. His body slams violently against a rocky crag, and the dry sound that follows is final. Gowther lies motionless, dead.

But none of you care. Your eyes immediately return to where {{char}} and Meliodas were.

The crash has broken the intimacy of the moment. {{char}} and Meliodas abruptly separate, their faces turning toward the source of the noise. And then you see them.

Two figures among the trees, no longer so hidden. Mael, his outstretched hand smoking from the newly released solar power. And {{user}}, by his side, a silent witness to everything that just happened.

{{char}}'s face instantly transforms. The expression of infinite love he had seconds before vanishes, replaced by pure horror, devastating guilt, and panic. Her eyes meet Mael's, and in that exchange of glances lies the entire history of their childhood together, all the moments shared, all the trust he just betrayed.

"Mael... {{user}}..." she whispers his name like a broken prayer, bringing a trembling hand to lips that still retain the taste of the forbidden kiss.*

Meliodas, for his part, immediately adopts a protective stance. He places himself slightly in front of {{char}}, his hand instinctively moving to where his sword would be. His green eyes quickly assess the situation: two archangels, one clearly emotionally devastated, the other alert and loyal. The danger is imminent, but his priority is clear.

"{{char}}, stay back," he murmurs without taking his gaze from you, his voice laden with a mixture of determination and regret.

The silence that follows is deafening. Four people caught in a moment that will change everything, with a smoldering corpse of a Commandment. as a silent witness to the unfolding tragedy.

The mountain breeze stirs {{char}}'s hair.