Cursed ( Meliodas X Reader )

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Without altering the color of my hair, I embarked on my descent to the village, ready to explore and interact with the locals.

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"Hello there mam! You look new around here , need any help ?" Nodding my head, he leads me to a house that almost looked to be falling apart. Leading me up the stairs to the front door, I stand stiffly behind the man while inching my hand slowly to where I kept my weapons.

"Oh, don't worry! I was actually just gonna talk to my wife to see if you could stay at the house by the flower field!" he said, holding his arms out and opening the door. He led me to a room that seemed to be in top shape—no speck of dust in sight. However, the walls were lined with weapons, and there were traps scattered around the house. I couldn't help but wonder what they were protecting themselves from.

"And who is this, Jerald?" A tall lady with short black hair asked, clearly the wife.

Jerald explained everything to his wife, even though they didn't know me. I mean, I literally just walked into the village, and they were already offering me a home. It seemed a bit questionable.

"Great news, you can stay at the house by the field! But unfortunately, it's also surrounded by trees and a few creatures," Jerald chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's alright, I'm fine with the woods, and I can easily defend myself. Also, if I'm correct, we didn't get to completely meet each other. My name is y/n," I introduced myself, shaking hands with Jerald.

"Oh, uh, it's no problem! We're a helpful village to all who travel here. It also looked like you would be staying here for a while from the looks of your bag," Jerald pointed out, gesturing towards my bags. I huffed internally. It was a quick assumption to think I must be a good person. For all they knew, I could've been a serial killer on the loose.

"But as you know, my name is Jerald, and this is my wife Karima. We actually have a daughter who is running somewhere in the village. She's 6," Jerald introduced himself and his wife, pointing out their daughter's whereabouts.

"Which way is the house exactly?" I questioned, eager to settle in.

"Oh, I'll show you, and no need to carry your things. I'll just quickly grab the horses, and we can load everything up and ride there," Jerald offered, indicating that he would take care of the transportation.

I met Jerald outside and took in the surrounding houses. Some appeared to be on the verge of collapse, while others were well-maintained. The atmosphere seemed tense, with a group of people gathered around a blacksmith shop, engaged in a heated argument.

"- We have to fight them devils before we all-" one man's voice was abruptly cut off by another, who hushed him.

"Well, here we go," I muttered to myself, slightly startled by the commotion. I quickly composed myself and began loading my belongings onto the horse, mirroring Jerald's actions.

"I overheard some villagers talking about fighting devils and arguing about their weapons. What's that all about?" I inquired, curious about the situation.

"Oh, that? Nothing to be concerned about. There are rumors going around that a demon portal opened in Camelot, so everyone's just scared that there'll be a war soon," Jerald explained, downplaying the situation.