This is the story of The Seven Deadly Sins but I use it as a lead into The Knights of The Round Table stories I'm going to tell within The Seven Deadly Sins universe. The Four Knights of The Apocalypse inspired me to write this story for all you fin...
I Do Not Own Nanatsu No Taizai/Seven Deadly Sins all rights go to Nakaba Suzuki.
3000 Years Before The Seven Deadly Sins Form*
Morgana's POV*
My father The Demon King took pity on me for not being the most exceptional child of his descendants so he aged my body up so I'd be more physically fit and so that I could hopefully improve myself in his eyes.
I took a good look at myself and was almost ashamed I was born weak.
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Two Years Later*
I was abandoned by my older brother Meliodas and I was killing some Giants and Fairies that were trying to kill me.
I took a few arrows and spears to my shoulder, chest, and back.
I used 'Dark World' on everything around me killing the rude Giants and Fairies.
I started to walk away wobbling as I did so.
My vision started to blur but I could have sworn I saw a Goddess land in front of me.
I collapsed on the ground and passed out.
Later*
I awoke to see my wounds bandaged.
I then looked across to see my savior and it was a beautiful Goddess girl.
She happily said "Thank goodness you're awake. I thought you were never gonna wake up.".
I got up slowly but my wounds were harmful to me.
She told me to lay down because my wounds were that severe.
My Darkness was deactivated for right now so I decided to let her be.
I laid down and stared at her.
She politely asked, "Can you tell me your name?".
I said, "Morgana.".
She smiled and said, "My name is Elizabeth.".
Something about the way she smiled made my heart flutter.
She leaned closer over to me and I pulled the covers over my face.
She asked, "You're a Demon aren't you?".
I nodded and asked, "And your a Goddess aren't ya?".
She smiled and nodded.
She sat down and I pulled the covers down to look at my bandages.
I asked, "Why did you help me, Elizabeth?".
She said, "Because you were an injured soul on the battlefield. I just had to help you before something bad could've happened to you. I also can't find it in my heart to harm innocent people on the battlefield.".
