Interwinded Fates||Seven Dead...

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Ban coughs up blood, his head turned to look at King.

"Come on." He says, annoyed. "Now what's the big idea, King?"

"Well isn't it obvious?" He asks. "I'm here to save you." Ban smirks.

"Isn't that special? Thanks a lot, pal."

"Oh thank nothing of it, anything for the Captain, Lieutenant and Diane."

"I see." Meliodas and Y/N watch King with a smile while Diane lays closed eyes on the ground. "But not for me?"

"Hmm, no not really." King agrees. "But my sister cares about you a lot." The group are interrupted by a loud explosion, crystals going everywhere, and they look over to see the holy knight standing with her hand up in the air, her rapier pointing upwards.

"Wow," Y/N says, jumping over to the group while staring at the Gulia, her axe over her shoulder.

"It's true that your betrayal is not completely unexpected." Gulia holds out her hand, "Yet, King the Grizzly Sin, I am rather disappointed."

"Well, that's an unexpected thing to say to me," King says, tilting his head. "I didn't even swear I'd be your lifelong partner in whatever your plans were. The realm wanted to defeat the Eight Deadly Sins, and I wanted to see Ban destroyed. We had neutral interests for a while, but that's no longer the case."

"Blah de blah. I'm sick and tired of you talking behind my back." Ban says, hands-on-hips.

"Very funny," Y/N mutters.

"Poor King, an entirely predicted excuse," Gulia says. She begins to trail a small line of fireballs from her rapier. "Shot Bomb!" She shouts, sending them towards the group.

King simply lifts a finger, pushing his chastiefol out of Ban's chest, causing him to cough up more blood, and sending his now spinning chastiefol towards the bombs. He destroys each one with ease which causes an even bigger explosion that could be seen for miles. King's Castiel slowly stops spinning as the dust settles. The chastiefol begins to slowly spin.

"How magnificent. The Spirit Spear Chastiefol. Forged from the Holy Tree located in the Fairy Realm. More durable than steel. Possessing the awesome powers of the holy tree itself. Your magical ability can summon all those properties. I thought I was only going to have the fortune of seeing Y/N's weapon. Guess it's my lucky day, huh" The chastiefol spins up into the sky before coming to float at a slant above King, pointing at Gulia.

"Disaster. This should make things a bit more interesting. Since Y/N won't fight then I guess you'll have to do." Gulia gets into her stance. "Please feel free to attack me four on one."

"No," King says bluntly, his chastiefol spinning above his head as he floats closer to her. "One on One will do." Gulia frowns.

"Seriously?" She says, sounding disappointed. Y/N, Ban and Meliodas all share a look before sitting on the ground.

"Alright King, go for it!" Meliodas shouts to him.

"You've got this!" Y/N shouts. King's heart slightly flutters as he holds back a blush or flustered smile. However, Ban instantly made his heart fluttering stop.

"You know I'll kick your ass if you lose," Ban shouts. Behind the three, Diane groans.

"C-Captain. A kiss before I slip away." She says, her voice shaky. Meliodas doesn't reply and the three continue to watch the fight.

"As you wish." Gulia says, pointing her rapier at King "So whenever you-." She is suddenly cut off my King's chastiefol flying past her head, cutting her hair into two parts. It takes a second for the cut on her cheek to open, blood squirting out.

"Now that's no good," King says. "Try and dodge a little." Gulia jumps away and looks up in the sky to see chastiefol pointing at her. She moves her body to the side slightly, barely missing the spear that implants itself into the ground causing dust to cover them. While the battle rages on, Y/N looks down at her double sides axe. She closes her eyes, sighing.

(This is a continuation of where we left her and Tyran off the last chapter!)

Y/N opens her eyes, lifting her head to look down at Tyran.

"Accept it?" She asks. Tyran nods, lifting his head off her shoulder. "How do I accept it?"

"It's simple. You turn to face away from me and let me walk away. No looking back. Not even a glance." Tyran says, standing up and dusting himself off.

"That's it?" Y/N says, lightly scoffing. "That's all it takes to accept someone that you cherish is gone?" Tyran nods again.

"But you've already mourned me for a long time," He says. Y/N stands up as Tyran hugs her. "It's time to let me go." Y/N bends down and hugs him, nodding. Tyran pulls away from the hug, smiling up at her. She weakly smiles back at her as he turns around to walk away.

"No goodbye?" She asks. Tyran turns to face her again, shaking his head.

"It will only make it harder for you." He says. "And besides, it's not a goodbye mama. It's a see you later, right?" He says. Y/N's eyes widen slightly, remembering that when Tyran's gran had died, she had said the same thing to him. She smiles, her eyes slightly watering.

"Right."  Tyran smiles and begins to walk away again as Y/N turns her back to him. She clenches her fist to resist the urge to turn around and chase after him. The urge to scoop his body into her arms and take him with her. She hears his footsteps going further, them matching with her heartbeat...

Her heartbeat...it  shows her life... shows that her blood is pumping through her veins.

She looks up at her sacred weapon, remembering Tyran's words... 'You see, you are neither alive nor dead' ...' it sorta cancelled each other out."

She lifts her battered and bruised hand and looks at it before she begins to smile. Tyran continues to walk away with a smile.

BANG!

He jumps slightly and turns around to see Y/N punching the crystal with one hand. His smile drops, brows furrowing.

"I told you, mama, it's won't be"

CRACK!

The crystal cracks slightly.  Tyran's eyes widen slightly before making his way back to Y/N as she continues to punch the crystal as it cracks more.

"How are you doing that?" Tyran stands beside her and his eyes widen more at the sight...Her hand is pierced through her chest.

"You said that I was neither alive nor dead."  Y/N chokes out, punching the crystal again. "So I thought to myself, there is no way to possibly make myself more alive." Another punch. "So why not tip the scales, and make myself dead." Another punch. "But of course, I don't wanna be dead so how about a cheat?" She punches the crystal again, she smiles widely. "I'm merely squeezing my heart to slow down my heart rate so I appear dead." She punches again. Tyran frowns, tear welling up in his eyes.

"W-Why would you put yourself on the brink of death for me?" He asks. "I'm already gone, this is all that is left of me. You can't bring me back mama!"

"I know I can't. But it doesn't mean I have to accept that you're gone!" She says. "You'll forever be with me, and a stupid ghost world like this will not change that!" She punches one last time and the cracks spill all over the crystal before it shatters, her sacred weapon falling to the ground.

"Brilliant Detonation!"

Y/N snaps out of her daze and looks up at Gulia stood on the top of a giant crystal, holding her rapier with both hands as a massive fireball of some sort is being formed above her.

"I don't like that," Ban says as the sins look up at it in slightly worry.

"Come on King, you can do this," Y/N mutters, looking from the fireball to King. He is floating with his chastiefol beside him spinning around. The fireball soon explodes and hundreds of small fireballs head for King.

"Chastiefol, fifth configuration," King says, his weapon spinning as a bright light surrounds it. Then hundred of small daggers surround him. "Increase."  He snaps his fingers and the daggers begin flying towards the small fireballs, causing a chain of explosions as they both meet. The Sins sat on the side-lines looking up at the explosion as their hair whips back with the explosions. Y/N with a smile in adoration as the pure power of King. Gulia looks down in shock before she gasps as the sound of all the daggers surrounds her from behind. King bends his hand and the daggers come down onto her. The entirety of the crystal is now destroyed, with no Gulia insight.

"Hey!" A voice shouts. Hawk comes running towards them with Elizabeth on his back. "You were raising a ruckus!"

"Nobody got hurt did they?" Elizabeth shouts.

"We're all good," Meliodas answers turning his head to face her as they got closer. "There's no need to worry."

"I'm so glad," Elizabeth says, sighing in relief. King turns his head, before smiling and turning his full body. Y/N catches his gaze and she smiles at her, nodding. He blushes slightly and moves his eyes away, taking small glances at her. A shuffle at the crystals causes the Sins to look as Gulia wobbly comes out from underneath. King's eyes widen.

"At a range as close as this..." She says, jumping forwards to King. He turns his head to look at her in surprise. "Even the power of the spirit spear can't save you from me!" Gulia's blow is suddenly deflected by Y/N with her axe, the sin smirking at the woman. 

"Right back at you."

"Damn! Recoil!" Gulia thinks as she's encased with a bright light before an explosion is replaced.

"Y/N," King mutters.

"I don't sense Gulia anymore," Diane says.

"I forgot how strong Y/N's recoil is. Almost as strong as my full counter." Meliodas says.

"M-My ears are disappearing." Hawk panics, and indeed his ears are beginning to light up and disappear.

"Oh no, Hawk," Elizabeth says before noticing the same thing happening to her body. "Huh, wait, not the same thing's happening to me. What's going on!"

"Tell me, is it better after I do this?" Meliodas says, squeezing Elizabeth's breast. Diane quickly gets angry.

"Hey!" She shouts. "You get your hands off her!" Diane looks down at her hands, seeing them too disappearing. "Now I've got it!" Y/N stands with King and Ban, looking over at the other Sins. They too are slowly disappearing.

"It seems the necropolis is now pushing everybody out. Soon you'll be gone from here." A voice says from behind them. However, it seems only Y/N heard it because she's the only one who turns around. She turns around to see Tyran, smiling up at her. "I hope you remember your promise."

Y/N falls to her knees, her hand pulling out of her chest as she takes heavy breaths to maintain steady breathing. Tyran's eyes water, tears falling down his cheeks as he falls into her arms. He cries into her shoulder as she hugs him back, smiling.

"There there. Mama's here, let it all out." She says, coughing slightly.

"I'm sorry I left you alone mama, I'm so sorry." Tyran cries out. "We promised to never leave each other alone, and I broke our promise!" 

"You never left me alone. And you never broke our promise." She says, smiling. She pulls away from the hug and places a hand into the pocket inside her jacket and brings out the bear carved wood. "You gave me this, and with it, you were always close to my heart. I mean I thought I lost it a couple of years ago but it cropped up, and I knew that I was supposed to find it. I knew that you were with me." Tyran grabs the bear carved wood, smiling at it with tears still falling down his cheeks.

"You know, granny made this for me. Told me that a bear symbolizes protection when needed." He wipes his tears with his sleeve. "I think it protected me by sending you to save me all those years ago." Tyran gives it back to Y/N. "And now he's going to protect you."

"I don't think a carved piece of wood is gonna protect me from the people we're fighting against," Y/N says, putting the bear back into her inside pocket. Tyran lets out a little giggle.

"I didn't mean the wooden carving." 

"What do you me-" Y/N looks back to Tyran to see him gone. "Tyran?" She looks around before sighing. She slowly stands up, wobbling slightly before making her way to her sacred weapon "I wonder where your sister is." She says. Her hands wrap around the handle and she breaths in deeply as power surges through her body. All the wounds she had gotten are healing up, leaving nothing but smooth and clean skin. Tyran straightens herself up and proceeds to take off the bandage from around her hand and chest. She flexes her hand. She does one last spin around the place. "I will see you again. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow or for years. But we will be together again. That I can promise." She says before she turns around. Tyran appears just as she turns around and watches as she runs off into the direction of where the others are. He smiles as her figure soon goes out of range.

"See you later mama...we will be together again, one day."

Y/N chuckles, smiling down at the young boy.

"How can I ever forget my promise." She says. Tyran smiles up at her. "I hope you'll be fine here."

"Of course, I will be, mama!" He says, before pointing behind him. "The nice lady is going to look after me." Y/N follows his pointing to see a young woman. The woman looks at Y/N with a soft smile. Before Y/N could even say anything, she is suddenly back in the living world. She looks around, seeing that everyone else is with her. She smiles lightly at the fact that she got to see her boy again and say everything that she wished to him...

That's everything that she has ever asked for...

---

【Aspen】

25/02/2021

Last Updated: 29/09/2023

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