#queen gelda of the vampires

[hihopelessromantics]

Vampire Realm

I was dreaming up a map for the Demon Realm when @darkelf-7 put it into my mind that the vampires should have their own special dimension too. Absolutely they should! So without further ado, here's Gelda's kingdom (with worldbuilding lore)!!

First, I figured I would expand on the human-vampire relationship with a drabble. It's unusual for a vampire scenario to have them living far away from humans due to their unique coexistence. Either by necessity or personal taste, people are a vampire's source of life.

the beginnings of the stars & diamonds, the vampire realm’s human (ish) societies 

The ancestors were refugees who don’t know how they got here. 

They just woke one morning after traveling a long way to find themselves in a land of glowing color and eternal night. The first thing they noticed was the pleasant warmth of the air that was so foreign to them. Both the heat and the smell of that air was astonishing, that was what they wrote. The child sitting next to their gear and still-sleeping companions was astonishing, too, surveying them with brilliant green eyes as if he’d succeeded in some great task. 

“Have you been looking for a place to call home?” It was more of a statement than a question. They understood it well enough, though they didn't recognize the accent. “I sought those like you out, brought you to a place you will enjoy until you die.” 

They did enjoy it. It was peculiar- this land with no sun seemed to work in reverse to what they knew, the light and warmth emanating from the foliage and the lakes as clear and comfortable as bathwater. Crops seemed to grow just as quickly as before, and the variety of unfamiliar creatures was not afraid in the slightest of a bunch of human travelers, sometimes even speaking to them, albeit in hushed tones and in a language that would take them years to master. It was an island, they realized, yet over on the north shore they could see a vast land laid out before them just over the sea. The sailors among them came back with frantic reports about how the sea circled right back around to either island, regardless of how far they went, but the villagers were too busy fashioning the glimmering rock bed beneath the surface into homes, the children too happy with their new animal companions and the new mysteries of the sky and the world, for anyone to take issue. Better than the war-torn place they’d just escaped. Maybe one day they’d go home. It took two generations to realize that they were stuck here, in what could only be a new dimension, and as far as they knew there was no way back, unless they should ask that strange child again. He came now and again through the years to check on them, and was at first shy in a regal sort of way, but not unfriendly. He claimed he needed time away from home. So they built him a little hut fit for someone his size and furnished it alongside theirs. This - unexpectedly - flustered him so much that he ran off into the woods. Poor thing. 

The next time the boy came, he brought with him a blonde girl, captivating in beauty and speech. She apologized profusely for the disappearances of some villagers throughout the years. It was assumed those who went missing simply went into the portal near the lake and never returned - apparently, some  of these had been slain and drained of blood. She invited all the village leaders to that city their travelers spoke of, the dangerous one whose polished stone glowed purer and brighter than the moon. Such a fascinating person this was, and even from afar they could tell why so many of them crossed to the other island not only for the extra space but to be closer to those creatures who were their neighbors and built in their likeness. Unlike back home, there was no need to fear the unknown. So long as they paid the price in blood, all would be well - and the golden princess promised she would keep it that way so long as she could in her immortal life. They told her, in turn, that she was always welcome in their villages, and, say, what do you call yourselves exactly? 

Vampires. 

Vampire Realm Map

Aaaand here's the main feature!

Vampire Realm Features

Moon Society - 

The vampires’ cities are shaped like moons, the ancient buildings surrounded by fields of wildflowers, shrubbery, and equally ancient woodland. The most popular style of architecture and interior design puts strong emphasis on handmade objects and shows a general inclination toward a  fairytale aesthetic. Both minimalistic and eclectic elements are hugely popular. Skylights, balconies, and walls open to the air, accompanied by extravagant curtains taking the place of glass or doors, are the most unifying architectural element. Of all the arts, dance and music have been the most prone to change throughout the centuries. Most garments are handwoven with great craftsmanship and passed down through generations for as long as they stay in good condition. Elegance is far more popular than cuteness, sexiness, or even intimidation when it comes to one’s appearance. 

As far as vampires are concerned, their society encompasses as far as the glowstone reaches, and the concept of being ‘civilized’ and ‘uncivilized’ has no meaning to them. Considering that their overall population pales in comparison to any other race, even the beastmen, it has never made sense to vampires to do anything other than settle infighting in the most peaceful way possible. True, the glowstone is not pleased to lose a living soul before its time, but the vampires’ sense of loyalty means they would prefer peaceful estrangement to hostility even if that were no longer an issue. There are rumors among Britannian humans that there are various subspecies of vampire - just as there are various subspecies of demon - due to the variety of appearances and special abilities they may possess. 

Star Society - 

The human inhabitants of the realm have adapted to the environment over the centuries, but none so much as those who come from the Star cities. They embrace what they call the natural lifestyle of the “Midnight Isles” and maintain a strong bond with nature, and, when applicable, magic. Community, especially with other sentient residents of the “Midnight Isles,” is extremely important to them, and residents are known for their openness, boldness, and generosity. The wonder and appreciation they show for all the whimsies of life in the vampire realm enchants many vampires who encounter them, and though they are the main food source of said vampires, finding someone who resents this is rare. It’s rumored they’ve adapted to regular loss of blood on a biological level, but you can’t get a straight answer about that. It’s like they’ve never bothered to study it. 

Human visitors to the Star Capital are stunned by the locals’ behavior; particularly, their lack of fear of the landscape on which they live. The visitors wouldn’t judge so harshly, or try to convince them to leave with such inconsideration, but . . . it’s like they can’t see it. They can tell some of the creatures who live among them are demon, or vampire, but for some reason don’t notice this. Their neighbors and friends, particularly the avid travelers and the nature enthusiasts, aren’t quite . . . human anymore. The vampires, the animals, even the soil no longer considers them human. The vampires say that it’s true, that the life energy the glowstone circulates back into them is more plant, more animal, more vampire, more demon than human - that it’s the land’s blessing, and it makes their blood all the more delicious. “Tieflings,” the vampires call them, but not to their faces. The humans don’t seem to acknowledge the inhuman traits as strange. It’s like they don’t even know . . . what being human means anymore. Who can blame them, though? The Vampire Realm is a place where the plants themselves have personality, and the soil judges character on a life-or-death scale, so treating everything you see like it could be another person - another human being, as the humans say - is, in a way, as natural to them as the total lack of sunlight.

The Star people of this island are descended from explorers, witches, and scientists of various cultural backgrounds, and it is more apparent than in the Diamond people that some of these cultures are from lands beyond Britannia. These original cultures and traditions have a great impact on modern life and most relics from the ancestors’ homelands have been preserved. 

The network of star cities are not connected by roads but by what locals call ‘the trails.’ Obtaining knowledge of these is a symbol of trust from the locals, as most of the Star people’s sacred places lie along their beloved, uncharted paths. The architecture has no Britannian origins and varies widely from district to district, especially within the capital. Certain everyday rituals are inspired by vampire culture.

Diamond Society - 

Grit, and grace. That’s what the Diamonds hope to pass down to their children.

Separated from the rest of the realm by a bit of freshwater sea, the diamond cities have a whimsy all to themselves. Old growth forests containing ancient vampire relics remain practically untouched as the architects and designers preferred stone and textiles as craft materials over wood, a trend that continues to this day. These trees are the most vibrant in personality in the Isles. Some eagerly foster a relationship with the Diamond people, some keeping one or a few favorites while others gather flocks of humans as their friends. Others discriminate wildly against certain humans or humans in general. Friendly wild plants provide 70% of the Diamond people’s fruit and vegetables by gifting them directly to humans. And likewise, the rare craftspeople who work with wood do so through the gifts of the trees. Star people who visit the island are often taken by surprise by the vegetation’s behavior since their own native plants are so much more carefree. Foreign plants do not do well on this island, even those from the other Isle, so exports of rare plants in carefully wrapped terrariums are common. Generally, the creatures of the Diamond isle are larger and more hostile to those they don’t recognize or personally favor.  As for the weather, tropical storms are more frequent. Well-lit underground passageways connect the four main Diamond cities for use during rainstorms.

 The four main settlements do not consider themselves separate cities but extensions of the capital, and friends often travel all over the island together. They refer to the populated areas as “Cerberus,” no doubt as a reference to the wild “dogs” they built a relationship with over the centuries as well as to the fact they consider their Capital as one building rather than a city. And with that logic, there are only 3 ‘cities’ arranged around Jelly Lake.

Like the Star people, many Diamond people treat travel as a way of connecting with their home and each other. Despite the added danger of the isle’s unpredictable weather and creatures, however, they seem to treat their trips with less caution and with less supplies. Their familiarity with the island helps, but in the end, they are still in a land where the “little sea fishies,” as they call them, are bigger than their hunting “dogs”. So, visitors are quite concerned for the residents. Speaking of the sea, the people living in the Capital make business either with the sea itself (Sailors, water sports, fisheries, craftspeople, etc.) or with the merchants coming across the sea from the other island.

“Glowstone” aka vampire realm earthstuff- The white or pale grey color of the soil / rock seems to retain light. It supports a variety of ultra rare plants that even the demon realm cannot sustain. Instead of acquiring its nutrients from dying plants, glowstone sustains its health through a more mysterious relationship with the native flora and fauna wherein the life force itself is consumed. The minerals present in the vampire realm soil are considered extremely dangerous in other realms, and, for lack of a better word, exhibit a level of sentience. The soil circulates the excess life essence it consumes among its inhabitants, blessing them with accelerated healing and the sort of immortality present in the vampire race. In return, the flora acts on the whims of the soil, acting as mouthpiece and gardener. Studies find that glowstone does not contain pain receptors. Its chief complaint, when it has one, typically has to do with the magical balance of the realm and the lives of its creatures. Glowstone is extremely sensitive to new arrivals and spilled blood, and is said to “know and witness everything” that goes on in the realm. As for creature-esque characteristics, it lives vicariously through the plants, allowing the individual species to exhibit personality. On the rare occasion a vampire loses their life, that life is absorbed by the glowstone and their magical strength recirculated into another vampire as a blessing from the minerals.  Ambitious or dedicated demon mages and doctors acquire glowstone in order to form pseudo-symbiotic relationships with dying rare plants and medical patients. It is effective, but dangerous, and of course highly difficult, to separate the patient from this new symbiotic bond. Vampires are the only creatures in the realm known to retain their full health outside of the realm and out of contact with the glowstone for extended periods of time.

Water - The water of the vampire realm has an intense purifying quality that would keep a properly hydrated human visitor all but immune to the level of miasma. 

Crescent Castle - The majority of government and public functions are organized here. The castle overlooks a cliff and is surrounded by both public gardens and a nature reserve. 

Iris Springs - These warm water ponds in the depths of the forest are home to rare beetles, birds, and flowers. A certain pond is even called "the floating flower garden" due to the sheer amount of flowers cascading toward the water's surface from the tree canopy. These flowers enjoy extreme temperatures and bloom in the summer and winter. They are the only species of plant that can grow in Britannia, albeit they only bloom in the coldest and hottest days of the year, rather than the whole season.

Gargoyles - The gargoyles of the realm have quite a history behind them. The first ones were carved by the Diamonds as an act of bonding with the land and with its inhabitants. They represent peace and connection between souls. Made of glowstone, they serve as the peacekeepers of the land. When they are not tending to the flora and fauna, they can be found playing with each other and with the families they’ve bonded to. At the beginning of Izraf’s reign, he rounded up all the gargoyles from his citizens under threat of death in order to demonstrate his power and the dominion he claimed over the realm. Their limbs were cut off to prevent escape. This caused recurring periods of mass chaos, as the gargoyles had not only developed their own magic, but had been instrumental in keeping archives of important information since their creation. The gargoyles’ flight back to the moon cities marked the end of the Britannian daylight hours, and the type of creatures they brought back for nurturing marked the change of seasons. This allowed the vampire to accurately determine the exact time in both Britannia and the demon realm, and travel as they please while maintaining perfect punctuality to scheduled events. Being forced to give up their traditional calendar enraged most working-class inhabitants of the realm, who from then on made a point of dodging and delaying any specific times for duties Izraf gave them. The nobles just claimed that it was whatever time the latest person to a meeting said it was, unless they wanted to rub Izraf’s technical failure in his face, in which case no one could agree on what time it actually was. Having condemned bringing human inventions back to the vampire realm, the King had no choice but to suck it up. 

The current gargoyle tribe was restored by the Diamonds as a celebratory gift for the Great Vampire Queen’s wedding. 

Unlike the glowstone in the realm’s earth, gargoyles can feel pain, and immediately took vengeance - much to the shock of everyone, who had perceived them as dead and not dormant as they were. It was thought that the consciousness of their beloved family members had been lost forever due to the damage.

Moon Pool - This lake below the Crescent Castle is warm to the touch. It is home to extremely rare aquatic beings which regularly commune with visitors to the lake. The water is thought to have magical properties due to its unique attribute of the water droplets and blobs floating above the lake’s surface, The displaced water rises a certain height into the air depending on the phase of the moon. 

Portal to the Vampire Realm - Located near the Crescent Castle and the Moonpool, this is the only way to enter the demon realm by any normal means. Ancient warnings are etched into the entrance to the relic and the torches down the spiral staircase remain generally unlighted. The descent can kill most humans, as the level of miasma gradually increases the closer they get to the actual portal. 

Portals to the Human Realm - These relics are relatively untouched by the general human public. A dangerous realm lies beyond them, and few can remember its nature except for the lucky adventurers and groups of merchants who bring back wild tales. Certain vampires are frequent visitors to these, and religiously keep the secret of their location from their more . . . bloodthirsty, friends.

Jelly Lake -  A rich ecosystem more than 700 meters deep, Jelly Lake boasts a great amount of fish, both those native to the lake and those who come in from the freshwater sea, but is most famous for its jellyfish. Unlike Jelly River, the glow of this lake comes from its plankton. Many gargoyles spend the winter holidays here in order to get the best jellies for feasting. Do the jellies bite? Occasionally. But that won’t stop the Diamond people from swimming and drinking from their favorite lake. It should, argues visitors, but they’re not the ones who tamed the “eccentric shadow dinosaurs” that roam around the isle, are they? 

Jelly River - the shortest river in the Vampire Realm. It has by far the calmest waters - thus, the great amount of bioluminescent jellyfish who call its depths home - and serves as the isle’s main harbor. It boasts a few coastal cottages and a glowstone dock whose glow reflects the colors of the deep sea- jellyfish who float serenely within. The jellies love boats and will swarm a safe distance beneath them.

Bonus: Crafting Process!

Making Islands:

Final Outline, Colored:

Why did I think I would suddenly need tiny islands, I don't know, but here they are as add-ons:

Kudos to people who make fantasy maps a lot! I know there's a TON of elements that go into mapmaking, especially if it's supposed to be realism - even rivers are supposed to flow a certain way and interact with elevation and the such ... anyway, I am in awe of you and cheering you on. Such a cool art form. Last time I did this, it was a "small village" or "mansion" layout, and doing the bird's eye view when I haven't learned texture was more complicated than anticipated. And this is the smaller map of my two wips. . . help. XD

Hope you enjoyed this!

#want to add something or shuffle things around? please do I'd love to hear your thoughts! #and if you think the map would look better in a photo if I tilted it in a different direction p l e a s e let me know. #I have like ten of these images and they all look wrong. #vampire #vampires #nnt vampires #sds #nnt #4kota #sds au #nnt au #gelda #queen gelda of the vampires #because I won't let her be the only one left. #Zeldris totally has Connections #and went on mini adventures doing errands for the Demon King #lowkey I tried to make this flexible so you can use it for anything you like :D

[yume-tsuki]

Four Knights of the Apocalypse ~special Bedivere~the Dragon of Camelot part2 I finally finished my comic synopsis for my oc Bedivere . Born as son of the demon King Zeldris and Queen Gelda his future lay far away in the Kingdom of Chaos... (very much long post; and it will be more parts because it's to much for tumblr ) #bedivere 8gota / #eight guards of the abyss ) for more countine of part 7 With new courage they went to King Arthur. First they thought he would be angry but Arthur sit there laughing. >>well well, you maybe be born as a demon, but raised as human. As well as my old friend Nanashi is not born human, but he will train you. You said you want to become a Holy Knight of Camelot? Well, Nanashi will take care of you and judge you when time comes. Train well, boy.<< He will be a nice weapon against the demon’s Miasma! The King thought to himself letting the boy and his father go back home in joy. Of course Nanashi knew about his true intentions, but soon when he started to train the boy he couldn’t help but feel proud. >>You remind me on some King back when he was a young man.<< He said one day. >>But I know you want to hide your demon powers. Believe me I can stand them! You know ones my home was high above the clouds. So you can fight me without fear of wounding me badly!<< Bedivere swallowed while returning on the battleground. >>Give everything you got my student!<<Nanashi went on attack, his sword held high. Bedivere stood there waiting till his moment; he could feel the fire of his hidden power rise. >>I know I can take control, I will: I have to!<< Then he jumped high, his fangs gotten bigger till black wings appeared as well to his legs and arms covered in black mist.    He growled Let me take the lead! His inner voice told him. >>Very good Bedivere! You will be a fine knight if you continue!<< They crossed the swords some more before they sit there making a break. >>Well done! I’m proud of you.<< Nanashi said  in the end, while another Holy Knight appeared applauding to the boy. >> Well well; If it isn’t the demon boy everyone is talking. It seems he is a fine student.<< >>Yes, he is.<< Nanashi still smiling. >>What do you say about a little training fight against my student, when your break is over. Rose come here and say Hello!<< A young girll appeared >>Nice to meet you<< >>Same goes for me.<< While the kids went training Orlondi passed by with notes for Nanashi. >>What do you say eyeball? A fine young demon boy we have here isn’t it?<< >>Yes. a fine one<< Suddenly he saw it, that long sharp teeth. >>Could it be?..<< >>What is it?<<Nanashi wondered >>Haha nothing!<< ~This can’t be? Another vampire? No  he is half demon! That means… I should probably not talk about this; to anyone!~ Soon Bedivere and Rose became like brother and sister. Rose knew she could tell him everything without fear and also Bedivere was happy about her trust.

8(for t he older stripes with written stuff on it, it's more detailed in the text) Then the day came when the mission to get the last piece of the coffin took place. >>Bedivere, I want you to enter the demon realm a day after us. So no one will notice you.<< >>Understood!<< Bedivere flew through the air of the demon realm. >>The air sucks<< he caught. >>I hope the mission is over soon, I want to go back home. << He thought about his usual place as guard at the door of Camelot, a place where everyone enters the realm Arthur had created. Caught in his thoughts he hadn’t noticed the man who believed to remembered this magic mark of his. >>Bedivere! Is this really you?!<<  >>Who are you?<< >> My name is Zeldris, I always knew I would see you again my son.<< the man shook his head. >>I’m sorry you must be confused, but we searched for you everywhere, but it was already weeks before we found your track in Britannia were ones Camelot was.<< >>I see, but I have no intention to know you more than this. You see, even when you are the one who made me, you are not the man I call father! Remember that!<< >>ouch~ I understand… You were loved; that’s the only thing important for me.<< >> That is something you can be sure of! My family is everything to me. << >> You should go now, before I have to fulfill my duty as Knight of Camelot and kill you<<  Bedivere said before turning away coughing harsh. The Miasma rose  more and more, letting him in the feeling he couldn’t breathe well.

9 Zeldris let him flew, his thoughts back when he lost his boy  when the Behemoth appeared for the first time. Then something came to his mind. >>He coughed so heavy, like back then.<< He decided to follow him, far enough that he wouldn’t notice, but he hadn’t need to. Bedivere feld horrible sick when suddenly the Miasma was everywhere around him. >>Master… I feel you near bye but…<<he coughs again leading him to fly to the ground. >>Appear!<< The last thing he could do what letting his familiar appear,  a Dragon who curled around him, not knowing that he was on the back of the monster. Probably soon to die. Zeldris who had seen them followed, >>Everything is fine! I’m here for help, let me take my son and bring him out of the demon world.. he can’t live here any longer.<< He took Bedivere, >>No fear my child, I bring you out of here.<< he kissed his forehead before returning to the human world followed by the dragon.

10 Back home Bedivere couldn’t help but feel bad for what he said to this man. >>What happened sweety? You been so upset since you are back from your mission?<< >>mom..  I meet my real father, I guess…but I was so mean to him…. I don’t know why… It was just not the right moment… And that sticky air, I hated it. Master Nanashi told me that the Miasma isn’t usually like that, but I wasn’t able to fly back to him. I collapsed and when I woke up I was back in front of that cage we entered.<< >>And where is your problem sweety pie?<<  She sounded like she wanted him to get the answer she already had in mind. >>I …should go apologize…<< he answered like a child who had a fight with a friend. >>What a fine man you become.<< she stroke his cheek.>>To be honest, I’m happy. If I imagine losing my child, never finding him again.<< she was close to tears. >>I’m sorry mom I made you cry.<< he took her close. >>I will apologize I promise.<< She giggled gently >> I knew you would.<< >>Was all this tears fake mom?!<< >>No dear, one day you know how it feels.<< He became red and turned away >>Who knows.<< he went to the front door >>See you later! Bye<< >>and there he goes. Kids grow up so fast.<< He had met with Rosebank near by; on a rock. >>What do you want from me? And why so far outside of town?<< >>I don’t know,…something  totally strange happened…<< >> I know, Nanashi told me you hide the coffin piece.<< >>Yeeeahh..that too but I mean was…why…<< >>And ‘why’ was it? << >> I died,…. Don’t look at me like that…it was that busty woman from the four knights…but then  I was saved!<< she turned around blushing all over. >>I see, you fell hard.<< Bedivere grinned >>But it’s our enemy! I can’t love him…<<Now her whole image broke and tears run. >>What should I do big brother? I can never fight him, I will never ever fight him.<< >>Then you shouldn’t do. We are still individuals and King Arthur can never ever force us to fight. To be honest I met someone as well, but not a lover. I mean there was this man he said he is my father. But I was an idiot. I told him things, I  wished I had never said. Mom told me I should apologize, but I don’t  know how. I can’t look straight at his face after what I said.<< >>Then write a letter. Then you can tell him, and probably your real mommy.<< >>Maybe I should, but you too. Let’s make a pinky promise that we will tell the person that we never ever fight them!<< Rose giggled. >>OK, promise!<<

Days had passed till Bedivere returned to the demon realm. The air was much better than the last time he entered the realm and he thought maybe it was some kind of allergy. Somehow he managed to tie the letter with his necklace on a tree near the castle, then he turned around. He hide near by till he saw that a guard found the letter bringing him to the King and Queen. >>To the man, who called himself my father, I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I don’t know why I was so mean to you. Maybe it was because you interrupted me in my mission, or was it that horrible air you have. Or maybe I could have never imagined meeting you or my real mother. Maybe I was afraid,

Well I live at the country side of Camelot, my father is farmer and so am I. But I’m also a Holy Knight of Camelot. But I promise to you I’ll never fight you and mother. I can’t you still a part of my family, I guess. When everything is over, I would be happy to meet you again. Your son ~Bedivere<< Zeldris and Gelda cried happy tears, of course Zeldris had thought something like the boy just being surprised. But reading this few lines gave him hope to meet his first son again one day.

11 While Bedivere walked back to the entrance he hadn’t noticed that someone had followed him. >>Who are you? I never saw someone like you in this part of the demon realm before.<< Bedivere turned back to the woman who had spoken >>I’m just passing by.<< >>Well, I saw you talking with King Zeldris a few days ago.<< >>It’s not your business! I have to go now!<<  He wanted to turn back when the demon suddenly  come closer and turned into a human? >>Go away!<< he yelled >>Let me see what you got there! What sharp long teeth. Let me guess you are King Zeldris and Queen Gelda’s long lost boy Prince Bedivere? << >>Like I said, it’s non of your business! I am a Holy Knight of Camelot, and not some random demon woman monster thing …. like you…. And the hell, are you naked?<< She was way to amused about the teen with his more and more red cheeks and his eyes wandering here and there. >> then I should take you hostage I suppose?<< >>WAHH NO YOU Flashylady*! << *flasher she couldn’t help but laugh >>You remind me on some other Prince I met a while ago. A nice boy who was just as embarrassed as you are!<< >>Stop coming closer!<< >>Why not? Afraid I could affect you?<< >>Shu-shut up! How could something like you ever make me feel anything!…<< >>So I give you feelings? << >>Stop twisting my words!<< She started giggling again. >>Stop laughing!<< >>Why? You are a funny boy,  I would love to talk to you some other time again.<< Bedivere could only watch her walking by before she started to turn into her demon form and flew away. >>Stupid girl, stupid! Who does she think she is?<<  He couldn’t help his thoughts, she really looked kind of good, >>Stupid flashydemon blurring my mind with such thoughts!<< He flew back home but couldn’t help thinking about her. >>I wonder what her name was? Well I probably never see her again. So stop thinking about her<< Suddenly his chest cramped. >>What the hell is going on with me? ..she is just a demon…<< _____ contuine in part 3

#bedivere 8gota #nanatsu no taizai #mokushiroku no yonkishi #four knights of the apocalypse #seven deadly sins #eight guards of the abyss #Zeldris #gelda #io 4kota #ioladio wellweger

[soniclozdplove]

What happens if Meliodas never betrayed the demon race?

With the demon race winning and becoming more dangerous with Meliodas in their side. The goddesses race decided to seal them all thus losing their physical form.

The og gowther won't sacrifice himself to stop the holy war and still might be with the TC. The vampires still got sealed since even without Mel's betrayal they fought back or Zeldris sealed the vampire race so they won't get affected by the war and Gelda.

How would Britannia survive?

Honestly not sure. Maybe The sins will still formed but Elizabeth would be the leader. How? Well, the SD gave Eli immortality and tasked her to look after the seal so the demon race won't be resurrected.

I would like this au because I love evil baddass Mel and demon gowther and Mel friendship maybe even brother bonding between Zeldris and Meliodas since there is no Estarossa.

You can't tell me otherwise that Gowther doesn't stay by Mel side and is his best friend, the one he is most comfortable off, and everyone knows that. It was obvious.

When the TC got resurrected, Gowther was beside Mel as they listen Fraudrin talking, informing them what happened for 3000 years even in Edinburgh.

If Meliodas never betrayed the clan, things would be VERY different. For one... he and Elizabeth would never be in love, nor would the Sins actually exist! At least... not in the same way they do now, at least. The series as a whole would be fundamentally changed because there would BE no Great Holy War, there would be no Giant and Fairy King Drole and Gloxinia joining the Commandments, which would mean that King's disappearance and resulting amnesia wouldn't result in Elaine being the only one to protect the Great Forest and Fountain of Youth, meaning Ban would never have had to drink the Fountain, because Gloxinia would still be around.

With Drole around than there's a chance Diane wouldn't have had to suffer as much as she did growing up and might not have been abandoned because Diane would be very much like Drole. Even if he isn't present, the actions and events affecting her would change as well because he would most certainly challenge the death of Matrona, even if she isn't a queen she was at the very least one of his chieftains, and he wouldn't have let Diane simply take the fault for her death simply because she was present. The political world would look completely different!

That's not even getting into the changes from Demon Clan and Goddess Clans or the changes humans would have because, with no Great Holy War, there would be no sealing if the demon clan. The way magic worked would be fundamentally different. Humans would not have nearly as much power as they have on present-day Brittania! Even if they did get sealed and war did happen anyways, it wouldn't have been nearly as bad as it had been when Meliodas had betrayed the clan. There'd also be no Estarossa, and Elizabeth probably wouldn't even NEED immortality because she'd have never been resurrected as a human and would have retained her goddess form, effectively making her immortal anyways!

[demonprincezeldris]

I will die on this Hill! If Zeldris, Arthur and Gelda ever need to travel via flight. I'm willing to picture Zeldris or Gelda carrying Arthur the whole way....Seriously! Who doesn't want to picture or headcannon the King of Chaos being bridal style carried by the Demon King or Vampire Queen?

Abso fuckin lutely! It sounds so freaking adorable! And it brings whoever is holding him joy as well, as they can feel him nuzzling into the side of their neck as he wraps his arms around them for support.

#Zelthurda #nnt #zeldris #arthur nnt #Gelda

[lobstermankingdom]

Vampire Can And Mama Headcannon:

Meliodas and Zeldris Mother had a great relationship with the Vampire Clan. While Mama held the title of Demon Queen for the short period the two were on good terms.

Mama and the Vampire leader being like sisters in a way. As the Vampire Leader was the first of the Demon Clan followers to take Mama under her wing. Teaching Mama how to fight and how the Demon Clans and those under them operate.

The Vampire Leader is Also Geldas mother. Mama was there when the Vampire Leader gave birth to her Daughter and even helped name the Vampire princess. Meaning Mama is Geldas God Mother. So Zeldris and Geldas interactions would be common should the two hang out.

Zeldris's swords were a Gift from the Vampire Leader. Much like how she gifted his Mama her Sword and shield. While they started as training weapons they upgraded to actual weapons that can do some serious damage to their foes.

Should Mama pay the Vampire clan a visit without Zeldris in toe. Gelda would be wondering where he is or if he's sick. Mama has to explain everytime that Zeldris fine. She couldn't bring him that time. But hopefully next time. So Gelda's interrogation lead Mama to bring Zeldris more.

#Mun speaks #Zeldris #Gelda #Vampire #seven deadly sins #Headcannon #Crimson Angel AU

[meliodas-world]

So I'm watching an old movie called the "First Knight" a movie that is focused on King Arthur, Lancelot and Guinevere and in this movie Guinevere is the lady of Lyoness(that's how its spelled in the movie) but also it can be translated into Liones or Lyoness. Now we know Meliodas and Elizabeth were the ruler of Liones and also Tristan before going to Camelot to become a knight at the round table. Now here is where the two coincide to make a theory that I hope is true in The Four Knights of the Apocalypse. If Lady Guinevere is indeed the lady of Lioness and Meliodas and Elizabeth are King and Queen that must mean that Guinevere is Zeldris and Geldas daughter and she is going to be married to King Arthur only have Lancelot fall in love take her away and marry her meaning that Meliodas and Ban will be in-laws and the world will be beautiful!!!!

Now tell me after reading that you don't see a resemblance to Zelris and Gelda! The Black Hair and why she is seen in the vision during the night because she is part demon/vampire!

#meliodas #nanatsu no taizai #dragon sin meliodas #seven deadly sins #the seven deadly sins #seven deadly sins manga #melizabeth #ban x meliodas #fox sin ban #nnt fanart #mokushiroku no yon kishi #nntweek #nnt spoilers #percival #fairy king harlequin #king arthur #merlin x arthur #merlin #lancelot #tristan #ban the undead #ban x elaine #ban #sds zeldris #zeldris of piety #zeldris #gelda #guinevere

[animeyanderelover]

Pregnant s/o (Meliodas, Ban, King, Arthur, Zeldris)

Hey, why not try it out? (Gilthunder)

Mutual admiration from afar (Jericho)

Fairy Queen s/o (Meliodas)

S/o is a strong witch (Meliodas)

Yandere Seven Deadly Sins Hc's (Meliodas, Ban, King, Gilthunder, Zeldris, Gloxinia, Estarossa)

Yandere Seven Deadly Sins Hc's (Elizabeth, Gelda)

Yandere Holy Knight Hc's (Griamore, Howzer, Hendrickson, Dreyfus, Guila, Jericho, Gustav, Zaratras)

My little human (Diane, Derieri, Melascula)

Arranged marriage with a royal vampire s/o (Meliodas)

To the depths of hell I shall follow you (Meliodas)

#yandere seven deadly sins #yandere sds #yandere nanatsu no tazai #yandere nnt #yandere #masterlist #yandere masterlist #a’s masterlist

[gijipaw]

Ok, "Cursed by Light" gave me a lot of writing ideas, but physically I can't develop them all, so I'll leave the list of headcanons for the future and for all the fans.

Headcanons of Zeldris and Gelda as kings of the demon realm.

-It's not easy. It is not easy. Zeldris knows that even if a small group gave a hand against Dhalia and Dubs, not all are equal. Besides, not everyone will accept that their mate is of the vampire race because he is someone outside the clan.

-Surprisingly, the group that helped them finds Gelda's strength fascinating and doesn't mind that she is the future queen.

-The site of the demons who offered refuge to Zeldris and Gelda becomes a kind of operations centre as Zeldris goes around the kingdom giving an account of the situation. The demons there begin to be intrigued by the "lady of the king".

-Gelda doesn't know exactly what to do when the demons ask her what to do. They say: "you are the mistress of Lord Zeldris, therefore you can also lead us". When Zeldris returns from one of his tours, Gelda has her own group of demons at her command.

- Genie A and Genie B (these demons who had in the Japanese cast some comedians, if I got the name wrong, sorry) are somehow too much over the top with the other demons if something is done that might make "Mrs. Gelda" uncomfortable.

-Eventually, the nickname "Queen of Darkness" starts to be used with Gelda.

-One day, Zeldris gives an order to the demons, however, they do not respond. Zeldris asks why, and they explain that they were waiting for orders from the queen.

Zeldris has mixed emotions inside. The rest of the day is spent in his room.

-Gelda's acceptance as queen is quite interesting. While there were still prejudices, her unconditional support for the king and her "we are the most powerful clan" presence made her gain followers faster, and the female demons were interested in finally having a female monarch.

-However, rumours about what would happen to the "wife of the new Demon King" began to surface. She was very reminiscent of the wife of the old king who, after giving birth to the second son, disappeared.

-Zeldris has to explain to Gelda that his mother was not a woman who lived a happy marriage and, as far as he knows from Cusack, her decision to disappear was a considered one. Gelda asks Zeldris if he misses his mother, and he replies that he never had to think about her.

-Gelda assures him that she will not be a queen who disappears. Then Zeldris smiles reassuringly, knowing that this was another big difference because her reign would be better than her father's.

#geldris #nanatsu no taizai #nnt #zeldris #gelda #nanatsunotaizai #seven deadly sins #the seven dealdly sins #zeldris x gelda #zeldris nnt #gelda nnt #cursed by light

[random-yandere-fandom]

Meliodas Yandere Headcanons

General Headcanons

Let´s say Elizabeth never existed for this

he´s hella protective, especially if the one he likes isn´t a demon, not because he doesn´t trust you to defend yourself, he´s just like that

anything you ask him to do, he does (just not stopping to love you), this boy would do anything to get you to love him (except maybe killing Zeldris), be it bringing you a glass of water, comforting you or killing your enemies, he does it all.

let´s say he left the demon clan for you, it´s you two against the world. Nobody would know why he left. He would love for you guys to fight together, but should you get seriously hurt, he will kill anyone in his path to get to you and tend to you, goddesses forbid if someone interrupted him.

he adores cuddles, pet his hair and whisper to him how much you love him would get him to just melt into you and smile contently, while his vice like grip gets a slight bit tighter.

activities he enjoys doing with you would be cuddling, sparing, drinking (it doesn´t have to be alcohol), exploring (only if he`s sure that there`s no danger), talking about anything and everything, hunting and just about anything you like

yes, he´s still a pervert, but if you start to feel uncomfortable, he´ll notice and stop, most of the time

escaping him would be nearly impossible, he would find you anywhere and give you a stern talking to, maybe even use some kind of spell to keep you nearby at all times

he can get jealous pretty easily, but only if someone is flirting openly with you and goddesses help which poor fool thought that would be a good idea.

tries to hide his yandere tendencies, but if provoked enough there´s no going back.

should he truly and really snap, you wouldn´t stand a chance. He would isolate you and smother you in affection, trusting you only so much. Whenever you two go out he makes sure no soul is nearby, taking care of any interruption if needed.

would become demon king if you wanted him to and would than openly state that you are together

If you were a …

…demon. Would make things a bit easier for both of you, especially if you like him back. You could become the new demon queen, no matter what status you had before. Ruling over the demon realm would be fun, and because no one would mess with you, his Yandere tendencies wouldn´t show as much. You also would be best friends with Gelda and Zeldris, since he trusts them the most to be around you.

…human. Worst case, really. He knows you don´t live long, so he would force you to become an immortal of some kind. Also, would be the most protective, most humans are seen as frail, even if you´re not, he would still see you as such, even if he tries not to. He would give you no chance to prove yourself, too afraid to lose you.

…fairy. Would admire your wings and even when he gets anxious when you fly too far, he wouldn´t take them off, knowing that would do worse than good. Knows you look frail, but that you can defend yourself just well. Don´t think you could escape just because you can fly, he´s always faster than you.

…giant. Would love your size and be a bit perverted about it but wouldn´t actually do much. Loves traveling on your shoulder so much, that he would allow you to walk freely even when he has snapped, but only if he sits or stands on your shoulder. Adores giving you kisses on your lips.

…goddess. Probably the most complicated. Would keep you a secret for as long as possible. He adores to touch your wings since they´re really soft and feels safe when you wrap them around him.

…vampire. Since they are allies of the demon clan, he would openly state your love for each other even if you don´t love him yet and destroy anyone saying something about vampires being lower class. In this scenario you would be really close to Zeldris and Gelda for obvious reasons.

So, these are my first ever headcanons, I hope you were able to enjoy them! 

#seven deadly sins #yandere #yandere seven deadly sins #nanatzu no taizai #yandere meliodas #yandere headcanons #yandere nanatzu no taizai #yandere x you #yandere meliodas x you #yandere seven deadly sins x you #yandere nnt #yandere nanatzu no taizai x you #meliodas #yandere seven deadly sins x reader #yandere nanatzu no taizai x reader #yandere meliodas x reader #yandere x reader

[alilbitofdoodles]

Geldris week 2020 Day 1: First Meeting

--- what falling in love feels like

Paring: Gelda x Zeldris Word Count : 887 Warnings : n/a Summary: “But of course. I was sent here to assist you, not burden you.” Gelda smiles, bright and beautiful, and his mask slips once more. Ao3 Link: 📖

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Her heeled steps echoed across the stony chamber floors while she made her way over to him. Without any sudden movements Zeldris observes her from the corner of his eye — silently and discreetly.  Lily-limbed and graceful, she elegantly strides towards him with such mystifying finesse that her captivating form hits him like a sucker punch to the gut and his scowl softens. He watches her, appalled by his own weakness but morbidly curious at this sudden emotion.

What he notices first is her questionable choice of dress.The colors of her outfit are rather unorthodox. The orange and violet create an unusual, almost gaudy, yet bold statement. He finds that he doesn’t dislike it, however. It reminds him of the setting sun just before dusk. Hair like golden silk is bound in a thick braid that rests just above her collarbone. His eyes continue to trail further down to her breasts that are pushed up and offer him quite a gracious view, but quickly he turns his attention back to her face. She’s still a good distance away, but he can make out the brilliant shade of her purple eyes and suddenly the entire ensemble fits together perfectly. When she finally approaches him, she watches him with sharp, dark eyes, like a predator to a prey, and it’s intensity threatens to swallow him whole; and for a moment, he almost wants to be enveloped in it. 

Traitor!  His mind screams as he slowly recalls a recent fight with his older brother. Zeldris had rebuked Meliodas for being so weak willed.  For ever letting a woman, an inferior goddess,  entrance him. Yet here he is, forced to experience the same for a mere vampire. He ignored the way she’d stolen his breath. He ignored the sudden tightening in his chest when his hearts began to beat faster.  He ignored these godforsaken urges that began to overwhelm him.

What does she like? Hate? Anything, everything, and even the simple things; he wants to understand her. That’s ridiculous.

He wants to hold her close. Reach out and touch her; possess her; own her; feel her pressed up against him. He doesn’t understand why. The ache both pains and nurtures him. Disgusting.

There’s a faint forlorn emotion he can’t quite name, but Zeldris suddenly empathises with his older brother. There’s a distinct uncomfortability as he realises that perhaps this is what Meliodas had meant when there are better things to fight for. More things than just war.  Traitor, traitor, Traitor!

There’s so many distracting things happening all at once, but ultimately he wills it away. Pathetic, he thinks, but of her or his own unbidden thoughts he’s unsure.

She picks up her skirts and gives him a courtly bow. “I’m Gelda of the Vampire Clan. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Prince Zeldris.” The smells of roses and cedar wafts his way and he finds that the smoky sweetness suits her image perfectly.  No, his mind corrected, she’s a lowly vampire.

Zeldris moves closer and this time more clearly scrutinizes her with disdain, their breaths intermingling, yet instead of taking offense he spies a ghost of a smirk on her plump, ruby lips. Somehow it feels as though he’s lost a mental battle of sorts and it leaves a bitter, angry taste in his mouth. 

“For the sake of formality, I'll tolerate your presence and these unfortunate circumstances.” He replies after pulling away to pointedly ignore the woman. In fact, he refuses to even meet her gaze, his arms crossed in a show of indifference. “However, I've already told them time and time again that I have no need for any assistance. I’m capable of handling this mission on my own.”

“I'm terribly sorry, however, the Demon King himself had ordered it. We’ve sworn our loyalty as vassals and I am simply obeying his command.” Gelda’s voice is firm and even with a touch of poise befitting that of a queen. “I understand it’s difficult to place your trust in others and I’m more than sure you’re capable of carrying this out on your own, but perhaps it would be easier for you to think of me as a ‘tool’. I’m here to make the process much faster and more efficient. If it’s not a problem, I’d like to be given the opportunity to prove myself useful to you.”

Zeldris quietly marvels at her eloquence and his heart aches just the tiniest bit, before he quickly closes it off again. “Just don’t get in my way.” He threatened, mustering as much energy as he could to sound vile and full of misery; he hopes she doesn’t notice the vulnerability in his false bravado.

“But of course. I was sent here to assist you, not burden you.” Gelda smiles, bright and beautiful, and his mask slips once more. 

Her unwavering confidence was strangely pleasing, but he tells himself that he finds nothing enchanting or impressive about her haughty attitude — at the very least it was vexing she’d been so composed. 

For now, Zeldris would allow her to accompany him. Not because he was interested in her nor because he was growing rather attached, but because of his Father's orders.

Definitely not at all because of these new feelings brewing within him.

It wasn’t because of Gelda and her radiance at all.

#geldrisweek2020 #nnt gelda #nnt zeldris #geldris #my fics #My first time writing these too so hopefully it isn't too ooc #OMG ZEL IS BRISTLY #LIKE A HEDGEHOG #Ahahaha~ #gelda #zeldris

[moonstomars]

hello, well I was wondering which is your top 10 most powerful girls in nnt?? like if they were gonna on a tournament who would win?? :D

Hello Anon, thank you for the ask! 

I guess the Supreme Deity is extremely powerful, but since she shows up in like two panels she is disqualified. Also I’m bad at choosing and I remembered while I was writing that you mentioned a tournament but oh well. Here we go!

Merlin - I honestly think that she is the most powerful female character in nnt, or she would be if she actually used her powers. She doesn’t do that much unfortunately, but that’s a problem that concerns every single female character in nnt.

Diane & Elizabeth - They both successfully stood up against the Demon King and have spectacular magic powers. Yes yes, sure, it’s implied that Elizabeth is super powerful and dangerous and Bloody Ellie etc., but like, we saw almost nothing of that. So, she gets the second place. With Diane because she is very powerful too and no one can change my mind. I’m sorry Ellie! Nakaba’s fault!

Derieri - Derieri is great and though, her magic is cool and she deserved better, so here she is.

Melascula - Here because she was actually a big problem for the main characters. Her power level is lower than Grayroad’s actually but unlike her, Melascula was always. There. Creating problems. Good job!

Grayroad - Merlin defeated her rather quickly but her powers are actually terrifying. She would have made a great villain if she hadn't just been used as plot device.

Elaine - down here because well, her power level is actually lower than the others and she never got to face a worthy opponent. That’s quite sad, she deserved better. I would have liked to see her using her powers more!

Matrona & Gelda - it seems like Matrona is stronger than Gelda but this vampire queen faced the Demon King without flinching so here she is. Two very powerful women who deserved more screen time.

Guila, Jericho, Gerheade - I’m cheating. I know I am. But I have absolutely no idea who, between these three, is more powerful now. I guess it’s because we saw very little of what they can do in the last part of the manga (like, they are there fighting but they don’t face anyone on their own to show us what they can really do). 

Vivian - We haven’t seen her much lately but she was a good villain during the first arc and a powerful mage. It’s a pity she did almost nothing after. 

Jenna & Zaneri - I checked and they are supposed to possess powerful magic powers. They never use it to fight but honestly, I wouldn’t challenge Jenna. 

#nnt #nanatsu no taizai #the seven deadly sins #elizabeth liones #diane #merlin #nnt merlin #derieri #melascula #grayroad #elaine #matrona #gelda #guila #jericho #gerheade #vivian #jenna #zaneri #ask #anonymous

[galfridus1]

Geldris Week Day 5: Determination

Chapter 5 of The Call of Duty for Geldris Week. Last chapter being published tomorrow :)

“I want everyone back here in four hours.”

Zeldris glared around the Commandments and generals, pressing his lips together with dissatisfaction. Derieri and Monspeet looked ready to go, their dark eyes hard with a swirling rage, and Fraudrin was practically bouncing on the balls of his over-large feet. But the others could not have looked more bored. Melascyla was twirling her long hair through her hands, the strands of pink running like ribbons around her fingers, as Galand chuckled to himself, the sound reverberating around in his armour. Some crack squad these were supposed to be. 

“This’ll never work,” Melascyla said lazily, flicking an imaginary speck of dirt from her nails. “No one’s ever got to the goddess’ gate before and, no offence, we’ve lost our commander, and Aranak and Zeno…”

“This will work, and you will do as you are told.” Zeldris stared directly into his new colleague’s eyes, sensing the flickering movement in their depths. “And you would do well to remember your place. You are here to obey orders, not question them.” With that, Zeldris let forth a bolt of power, substantial enough to fell the mountain that stood behind them, the ocre rocks common in the demon realm crumbling to yellow dust to scatter on the wind. The air was filled with the stench of sulphur, but Zeldris did not care. He watched as the others choked, spluttering as their eyes went wide, one and all surveying the destruction before them. 

“You will all of you do exactly as I say. Do I make myself plain?” 

The nods he received could almost have been choreographed. Zeldris relaxed his shoulders, though his insides were still in an uproar, and he had to work hard not to respond to the splash of bile in his throat. If this went wrong, it was all over. He had written to Gelda, trying his best to explain the situation, and had received only a few scrawled words in reply. Be quick. Treason planned. He swallowed hard, failing to quell the fear that gripped him like a vice. As he had suspected, Izraf was planning some sort of mutiny. If left unchecked this would bring about the vampires’ death. 

What rankled most was that Meliodas must have been planning this for a while. Zeldris had sent out spies to Stigma’s headquarters as soon he had fixed the plan up with Gowther, knowing he needed to get the lie of the land. The reports had come back with almost gleeful news about how close Meliodas seemed to be to his new friends, how he and the fairy and giant kings were on the best of terms. Such relationships had not materialised overnight. 

Gritting his teeth at the rank injustice, Zeldris barked, “Leave. Now. And do not come back until you have accomplished your mission. This war ends today. If you capture the traitor, bring him back unharmed. If you cannot do so, inflict as much damage as required to subdue him. The one to retrieve him will receive a bonus.”

The air was filled with the rustle of wings as the demons around him shot up to the sky, soaring to Britannia to enact Gowther’s plan. A group were to distract the archangels, engaging them in battle at the edge of the fairy king’s forest, while Gowther’s doll and Melascyla took over the gate, casting their magic so that the entire demon army could pour into the Celestial Realm. He had not told Gowther of his own tentative plans, which had hardened to certainty the more he heard about his brother’s activities. As he listened to tales of songs by the fire, of his brother’s arms draped casually around a silver-haired goddess slut, any admiration he has ever felt for the shit had coalesced into a sludge of hate. He was supposed to be getting married and, because of the traitor, he was instead organising a war, Gelda’s life hanging in the balance as her father plotted treason. 

With a shake of the head, Zeldris summoned his darkness to build wings over his back, the membranes of the substance catching in the wind. He took off at a rush, gliding over the barren rocks and so up to Britannia, shielding his eyes against the sudden glare. Everything was fresh, vibrant, the cold breeze ruffling his hair and freezing the inside of his ears. 

It was not long before he found the village he was looking for. His scouts had informed him of the humans who had taken pity on one of their own, nursing the injured demon back to health. Stigma had objected to such an act of war from a bunch of puny ants with no power to speak of and had executed a brutal revenge. The houses were smashed, stones and the straw of thatched roofs spread out over the grass, a child’s broken doll crushed into the dirt. Zeldris smiled to himself as he spotted a few human survivors huddled round a small fire, their hands grasping everyday objects to be used as weapons: shovels, pitchforks, even a rusty old hoe. 

The group looked up sharply as he swooped overhead, casting the men into shadow. The tallest rose, his sky blue hair gleaming silver in the sunlight, his body tense and ready to spring. Zeldris alighted right next to him, holding up his hands in a gesture of greeting. 

“Do not fear, I have not come to visit any more harm upon you. I know you have suffered in the defence of my brethren. As the demon king’s son I am here to reward you, to repay you for all you have suffered.” Zeldris snapped his fingers, tendrils of darkness snaking from them, winding over the earth into a nearby copse. A squeal pulsed from the trees, and some of the men covered their ears as the darkness retracted into Zeldris’s form, dragging a dusk bison out from the wood. “This is just the start,” he declared as the human beside him quickly descended on the struggling beast, slitting its throat faster than thinking. 

Zeldris watched with fascination as they processed their kill. The humans were remarkably efficient, skinning the carcass, some scraping the leather clean so that it could be washed and slicing muscle free from bone. Even the tendons were saved, the long strings washed with water drawn from the nearby well and left in the sun to dry. The demon knew from his studies that the men would use this material to tie axes to their handles and to catch fish in the rivers. Soon, the smell of roasting meat wafted through the breeze, the tall man pulling out from herbs and spices from his pockets to season the meal. 

“And what do you want from us?” The leader rounded on him, crimson eyes narrowed. Zeldris returned his stare, unperturbed, and he found himself impressed that the man did not turn away. “Don’t pretend this is charity. I know your kind, you never give anything away for free.”

“Not an unfair observation,” Zeldris admitted, “but this is to your advantage as much as mine. I know where Stigma have their headquarters.” All the men looked at him as he made this remark, and he could feel their hatred as if it burned the air. 

Zeldris glanced around, allowing himself a slight smirk. “Well, shall I tell you? I’ll wager before I arrived you were all talk about how you would crush Stigma’s scum. Is that not so?” Some of the younger humans looked down, their cheeks flushing red. “They are in the fairy king’s forest. It is hidden to your kind but I will lead you there if you wish. Then you may do whatever you please.”

“I’m not sure about this, Rou,” one of the young men warned.

“Peace!” The tall leader crossed his arms over his chest, glancing round at his men before turning to Zeldris. “And if we go there, demon, what’s in it for us?” 

“My kind are attacking the goddess clan today. If we are successful I promise you that you will be treated as allies. We will rebuild your village so you can rebuild your lives, enjoy decades of peace to live and to love. If you are attacked you can rely on us for assistance. Or you can carry on scraping out a meagre existence as war rages around you, nursing your wounds and wondering what might have been if you had been braver and taken your just revenge.”

The one called Rou gave a gruesome leer, and he felt a surge of triumph to see the human had bought his arguments. “Alright then. Come on guys~” Zeldris watched with curiosity as every single man instantly sprang to their feet, shoulders tensed, hands gripping their makeshift weapons in earnest. Rou addressed them, his eyes blazing and hard. “Kill as many as you can. Whatever their race, whatever they say. If they fight for Stigma they will pay. We will have our revenge. Lead the way,” Rou commanded, and Zeldris smiled in return. 

***

The atmosphere was so sour Gelda could practically feel her mouth water. The royal vampires were lined up on the dais, surrounding their king as he sat still on the throne. The princess could feel Izraf’s disgust directed towards their unexpected guest - the vampires were natural enemies of the goddess clan - but the words that left his mouth were dripping with honey. 

“It is a pleasure you welcome you to Edinburgh, Lord Mael.” 

The archangel bowed, his long silver hair falling around him. “I too am delighted to make your acquaintance, Your Majesty,” he said, and Gelda found herself relaxing unwillingly into the sound of his voice. It rang like liquid light, the sonous tones filling the vast throne room with an unmistakable authority. 

“I have to admit, I was a little surprised on being informed by my queen that you desired an audience. But then perhaps it was to be expected…” Gelda bit down hard on her lip, her face burning as Mael glanced up in her direction, his golden eyes seeming to see right through to her soul. “I am told that the demons do not keep their promises.” Gelda sensed Ren shuffling uncomfortably as Mod and Orlondi fought to suppress cruel giggles. She allowed her eyes to drift to the floor, blinking rapidly in an effort to keep the tears pricking the back of her eyes at bay. 

When Mael next spoke his voice was hard. “If you are to join our alliance you will need to provide us with surety of your absolute, total, unquestioning loyalty. Nothing less than complete surrender will suffice in the circumstances. You have aided our enemies, financed the slaughter of hundreds of my people. What can you possibly give us that will make up for your sins?”

“Gelda, tell Lord Mael everything about the princes.”

The command fell like a whip across her back. She stared at her father, her hands twisting together uncontrollably as she dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands. “I… no!” she cried as she looked desperately from the vampire king to the archangel, both of whom glared at her in clear disapproval. “I can’t,” she begged, “I just can’t.”

“If it makes it any easier I do not need to hear about the eldest,” replied Mael bitterly. “Against my better judgement he has been accepted into Stigma’s ranks and, whatever I think of his dubious morals, I believe he has given us as much intelligence as he feels he is able to. The youngest though is an enigma, and his brother seems unwilling to give us information in that direction. Who is he? What drives him? What is he planning?” Mael demanded, his eyes squarely on Gelda. “If anyone knows then you do. Tell me, and my kin will be pleased to offer you allegiance.”

“No!” Gelda took a step back as Mael leaned slightly forwards. Her hands moved involuntarily to clasp at her necklace, the pendant of which concealed Zeldris’s last message to her. She was just thinking how next to respond when she felt her arms twisted hard behind her back, and she cried out as Orlondi pulled the chain she wore from around her neck, feeling the sting as the delicate chain broke against her skin. Orlondi grinned at her, then passed the locket to Izraf, who gave a pleased huff as he proceeded to open it. 

“Lord Mael, this is a letter from the person in question. It is not deeply specific, but there is a hint as to the demons’ next planned attack. I trust this will be enough for your purposes? No,” Izraf warned, his fingers closing tight around the letter as the archangel reached out. “I need to hear your assurance first.”

“Very well,” Mael said loftily. Izraf nodded then proffered up the folded parchment as tears spilled down Gelda’s cheeks. Mael read through the contents, his face darkening as his jawline grew tense. “I must go now. I will return to complete these negotiations.” Before Izraf could do more than bark an objection, the archangel had bowed stiffly and strode from the room, his footsteps echoing as he made his way out of the palace. 

“Orlondi, Ren, escort princess Gelda to her quarters,” Izraf commanded as his hands that rested on the arms of the throne balled into fists. “See to it that she cannot use her magic to escape.” 

Gelda summoned her power in an instant, the temperature rising as fire glowed in her hands. “Stop her!” Izraf yelled. Gelda screamed as Ganne thundered towards her, crushing her arms to her sides with his huge hands, extinguishing the flames she had called to her aid. Mod followed close on his brother’s heels, wrapping lengths of rope around Gelda as she struggled in vain against the tight bonds. 

“That ought to hold her,” Mod said with a grin. Gelda aimed a kick in his direction, but stopped sharp as she felt the edge of a blade on her neck, looking down to see the pearly sheen of Ren’s sharpened claw pressed right against her. 

“He’ll write to her again,” Izraf said confidently as he glowered at his daughter. “Make sure she communicates with no one and intercept any messages that are sent to her from the outside. We will make the demons pay - every single last one of them - even if that means helping the goddess scum. Take her away,” Izraf boomed. Seeing there was no persuading him, Gelda went silently, praying that Zeldris would somehow know what was happening, and knowing full well that there was no way he could.

***

“Utter failure!” the demon king bellowed as Zeldris stood stoically before him. “How could you have put your trust in that mage? How could you not have known he would betray us all?”

Zeldris grit his teeth. Truth be told he had asked himself the same question at least eighteen times as he had reluctantly returned to make his report. On being told by Melascyla of the doll’s betrayal, of the way Gowther had manipulated the gate so that it released his master for jail rather than transport the demon army into the goddess’ stronghold, it had felt as if scales had fallen from his eyes. He should have realised the mage was so keen to aid his endeavours only because he had a motive of his own. In part, Zeldris understood; after being incarcerated for so many centuries, the pull of freedom must have been almost unbearable. 

“It was not a total failure,” intoned Zeldris. “The kings Gloxinia and Drole are now our allies. At their request I have furnished them with Commandments. They are strong and powerful, worthy replacements for our fallen brethren, and their loss will grievously affect our enemies. The fairy king’s forest has also been attacked. Many of the fairies are dead at the hands of rebel humans. The trust Stigma is built on will crumble to dust.”

“Be that as it may, your objective has failed!” The king banged his gauntleted hand down hard on the arm of his throne, the sound reverberating through the room like thunder. “The traitor is still at large, the archangels are unharmed, and the goddesses have destroyed thousands of our kin while you looked on and did nothing!” Zeldris swallowed hard, but made himself return the king’s stare, forcing himself not to show the way pain and rage swirled within him. 

After several long moments, the king snarled, “If you have nothing to say of your failure on the battlefield, then perhaps you would care to know how I have deemed you will expiate your transgression.” Zeldris shifted, his stomach curdling as he saw a rare smile spread over the king’s face. “It will interest you to know, I am sure, that the vampires you have been so keen to befriend have received the archangel Mael as a visitor, clearly with the intent of forming an alliance.” 

Zeldris just managed to suppress the groan that rumbled in the back of his throat. “I see it is no surprise to you,” his father growled. “Then you will have anticipated my next instruction. You will deal justice on our former allies. I want them annihilated! Make no exceptions: you are to destroy every single last one of them. Leave no trace of them upon this earth.”

The pit of Zeldris’s stomach fell to his boots. “Do not even think of trying to dissuade me.” The demon king sat forward, his power blooming around him. “You carry part of my power. I can sense your emotions. If you are foolish enough to try and deceive me, know that I will be able to tell in an instant. Now go! And this time, do not dare to return to me unless you have completed your task, to the letter. You have left enough failure in your wake for one lifetime. Because of your ineptitude, I now have to deal with your traitorous brother myself. Do not force me to make you share his fate.”

Blanching slightly, Zeldris gave a stiff bow, not trusting himself to speak as he sped from the room. 

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[cerneala]

For the writing prompt, a Meliodas and Zeldris bonding oneshot :)

I don’t know if this is what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy it!

“Fuck!”

Zeldris whirls around, sword already in hand, ready to show whatever creatures are attacking that they are fools for thinking that the sons of the Demon King could ever be caught off guard. What he sees freezes him in place. Meliodas, leader of the Ten Commandments, fiercest warrior in their army, the one who sends goddesses fleeing and makes even the strongest cower in fear, is currently knee deep in the mud. As Zeldris watches, still thunderstruck, Meliodas lifts one boot out with a loud squelch; or he tries to, but apparently the mud is thick enough that it clings to his shoe, and the leather remains firmly planted in the puddle, leaving Meliodas’s foot bare and Meliodas himself glowering at it as though he’s been betrayed.

The mark on his forehead pulses with his anger, and, when he leans down to fish his shoe out of the muck, it flares wildly. Zeldris, in spite of himself, feels laughter bubbling in his chest at the sight of his elder brother laid low by something as common as wet dirt, and he has to bite his cheek to keep it at bay when Meliodas, finally victorious in retrieving his boot, makes a face of utter contempt as he flips it over so mud drains out of it in large chunks. There is something to the sight of him, lips pursed and shoulders tense and grip of his boot tight enough to crinkle that leather that finally sets Zeldris off, and he presses a hand to his mouth as his lips curl into a wide grin.

“What the fuck,” Meliodas says slowly, fixing him with a cold glare, “are you laughing at?”

If it weren’t for the hilarity of the situation, Zeldris might have been afraid. This is the one he idolizes, the golden son, and he is covered in mud and still sinking slowly. “Do you need some help, brother?” he asks in response, and his mirth only grows when Meliodas’s brows furrow.

“No,” he replies shortly. Zeldris watches as he frees his other foot — more successfully this time, as the boot stays on — before climbing clear of the muck and surveying the damage. His pants below the knees are caked with filth, and it’s splattered onto his hands and shirt from where he had grabbed his lost boot, and he’s missing a shoe.

Meliodas studies himself critically before sighing. “Fuck,” he says again, though less vehemently this time.

“What I want to know,” Zeldris drawls, eyebrow quirking, “is how you managed to get into that situation in the first place. Were you planning to take a mud bath?”

The only response he gets is a glare, then a slow smirk as Meliodas tilts his head. Zeldris barely has time to shout as darkness whips around his brother’s body, flinging the most of the muck, rather conveniently, in his direction. He gapes at his own clothing, now filthy, before jerking his head up, intending to ask what the hell Meliodas was thinking, only to pause mid-breath, his shout trailing off into a harsh exhale. Meliodas is, for the first time that Zeldris can truly remember, laughing. Not a chuckle or a sneer of cold amusement, a true, deep laugh that rings of joy and mirth and all of the things Meliodas isn’t supposed to feel. His brother’s head is thrown back and his shoulders shake as peal after peal of laughter rings from his throat, and all Zeldris can do is stare.

“This isn’t funny,” he mutters, sounding more petulant than he should. “We’re supposed to be hunting that band of goddesses, not acting like children.” Meliodas only laughs harder, leaning forward to brace his hands on his knees, and Zeldris snaps, “Are you quite finished?”

“No,” Meliodas chortles. “No, hang on. Let me …” When he straightens up, he is grinning widely, and Zeldris’s hearts twist uncomfortably. This is the brother he had always wanted, one he could both look up to and spend time not dedicated to battle with, the one that sometimes peeks out from behind the hard mask Meliodas wears as if to taunt him with what could have been. Meliodas shakes his head. “You should have seen your face.”

“The goddesses —” Zeldris begins, but Meliodas cuts him off with a wave of his hand.

“Aren’t going anywhere. I ordered the Commandments to form a line at the edge of the forest, so those feathered bastards won’t get far.” Meliodas resumes walking, at a much more leisurely pace than before, and Zeldris, after a moment’s internal debate, follows him. “They’re either very brave or very stupid to be caught so close to our territory after what they did.”

At this, Zeldris perks up. He’d heard second-hand accounts of the slaughter of what used to be the outpost of Asmora, yet he himself had been on another front when the goddesses had laid siege to the town, wiping out their defenses before spiriting the civilians away for execution. And the Demon King had kept him so busy with treating with the vampires and hunting down dissenters that he’d had little time to speak to anyone at court about it. Despite his curiosity, however, he wisely says nothing. It’s rare for Meliodas to be forthcoming with information, and any questions are liable to end the conversation before it begins.

“Gowther is still furious. He’s started working on a new doll to take the old one’s place. From what I’ve heard, it’s supposed to look like his lover.” Meliodas’s lips twitch into a frown. “Kalmadios thinks that she was the target, a way to draw out the Ten Commandments so the Angel of Death,” he says the title with so much scorn that Zeldris winces internally, “could get rid of them.”

Unable to help himself, Zeldris asks, “What do you think?”

Meliodas turns his head to fix him with a cool stare, one that Zeldris does his best to hold. Then he shrugs. “They were too cowardly to fight us properly and went after civilians since they make easy targets. Having that Archangel do the dirty work after was probably their bitch queen’s idea.” Meliodas pauses, a cruel smirk on his face. “Or maybe he gets off on it.”

Zeldris nods slowly. The animosity between Meliodas and the Archangel named Mael is well-known throughout the Clans due to the fact that the two of them are nearly equal in power and Meliodas can never seem to kill him, no matter how often they meet on the battlefield. Part of him has always wondered if there is an unspoken agreement between the two, something to do with Meliodas’s odd, unexplained absences during his downtime, but he’s never found a reason to ask. Still, he has no doubt that soon Meliodas will rid the world of Mael, and the Demon Clan will finally be able to bring an end to the Goddess Clan. And then … The memory of blonde hair and garnet eyes flashes in his mind, and he forces himself to shove it to the side.

“How are the vampires?” Meliodas asks abruptly, and Zeldris’s stride falters for a moment as he turns his head to stare at him. Meliodas returns his stare with a look of amusement. “I heard that the king assigned you to keep an eye on them.”

The knowing gleam in Meliodas’s eye brings the realization that he knows about Gelda, and Zeldris, mind racing and wondering what he will do, says, “Uncivilized. Izraf is a fool and his court is no better. His council, if it could even be called such, speaks only of the glory and power they once had, and they bicker so incessantly that even minor details can take days to be solved.”

“They’re parasites,” Meliodas says with the same tone he might use to discuss the weather. “They act as parasites do, scrabbling for scraps.” Zeldris bristles, but Meliodas continues blithely, “Is that why you’ve started wearing perfume? To keep their stench off of you?”

His hearts hammer as he tries, and fails, to come up with a response that will explain that. Meliodas studies the forest in front of them, his black eyes cool and assessing as they continue to track the goddesses — the blood mingled in the dirt explains why beings who prefer the open sky have limited themselves to the tedious trek through the trees — yet underneath his aloof demeanor is a palpable tension that has the hair on Zeldris’s neck standing on end. Is this why Meliodas had ordered him to come on the hunt? To interrogate him and, should his loyalties prove to be elsewhere, execute him? He rests his hand on the pommel of his sword, wary of his brother’s motives.

Meliodas glances at him, lips quirking faintly. “Don’t start what you can’t finish, little brother.”

“I could say the same to you,” Zeldris replies, voice remarkably steady given the circumstances.

“I’m not the one holding my sword,” Meliodas says dryly. Zeldris studies him for a long moment before slowly dropping his hand, and Meliodas nods approvingly. “Smart. If you must know, I don’t give a damn who you sleep with. And if someone has caught your eye, they must be either a really good fuck or extraordinary.”

“They are.” Zeldris turns his attention to the sky. “Remarkable. Not a ‘good fuck,’ not that it matters.”

Meliodas nods. The next words out his mouth startle Zeldris so severely that he stops moving entirely, left only to stare at his brother’s retreating back until his brain processes what he’s heard. “I’m happy for you.”

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Jealousy

Fandom: Nanatsu no Taizai/Seven Deadly Sins Pairing: Gelda/Zeldris Characters: Gelda, Zeldris, Arthur, Estarossa Rated: Explicit Status: Oneshot

I had some down time at work so please enjoy this oneshot. It takes place after the fic Tales from Camelot on AO3. Based on an idea by @galfridus1.

Summary: Estarossa appears unexpectedly and stirs up some feelings Zeldris had thought he had outgrew long ago. Warning for explicit adult content.

The visit was going well, well enough anyway, Zeldris supposed. He sat and observed the small party that was being held for the King of Camelot’s visit to Aquitania, as much spectacle as the struggling nation could afford to woo the king’s favor. The kingdom was often besieged by invaders, and had come to Camelot to beg for help in exchange for a trade alliance.

Zeldris saw nothing of use from the nation, but Arthur had of course disagreed. He thought anyone who needed help should be served, but the decision over whether to assist the current rulers or the Visigoths who had their sight on taking power was hotly debated. In the end, the king agreed to visit for himself to get a sense of the country and its rulers, trusting that would inform his choice to intervene or not.

It seemed very foolish and against everything Zeldris had ever been taught to leave such an important decision to feelings, but even he had to admit Arthur was an excellent judge of character. During his tenure as king he had developed an almost uncanny ability to identify falsehoods, so with slightly less begrudging than usual Zeldris had accompanied the king along with several other of Camelot’s nobility to visit Aquitania.

Music began to play, and in his usual manner Arthur clapped his hands and headed for the floor. On his arm was Gelda, laughing sweetly as he pulled her behind, depositing her opposite in their quartet that was finished by the Crown Prince of Aquitania and his wife. On cue they bowed and began to dance the Pavane, the crowd giving small flutters of applause as they completed each set of turns. Zeldris smiled despite himself to watch them together. Arthur was every bit the golden king of Camelot, the sunny smile not at all dampening the dignity of his movements, the enjoyment of the dance far from weakening his position as the center of attention.

And Gelda… his heart skipped a beat as she turned to curtsey low to her partner, the grace and upbringing of the princess on full display. She was just as beautiful as she had been the first time he had laid eyes on her, and when her gaze flashed to him, it sent a shiver of pride and delight and desire.

These moments were rare for them, as Arthur usually had the queen on his arm in public. Yet she was nearly a month away from delivering her second child for the king, unable to travel. Gelda served as his escort in her place, and charmed everyone in attendance. For the first time since they had left Camelot, Zeldris began to relax.

“Look who it is,” a voice said as a figure slid into the chair next to his. Zeldris could only see a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, but the voice was unmistakable.

His mouth gaped open as he turned to the last person he had ever expected to be here. “Estarossa?” he hissed. “What in hell are you doing here?”

Estarossa snorted. “A pleasure to see you too. How are things?”

Zeldris gripped the arm of his chair tightly, leaning in to say through gritted teeth, “Get out of here before I—”

“Oh please, don’t start all that,” his brother sighed with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I’m a guest here just like you are.”

“Impossible. When Arthur hears of this—”

“Oh blah blah blah. Zeldris, you are so boring. Can you just relax?” He bristled as Estarossa shot him a grin. “Let’s just catch up and have a nice time. I’ve been staying here for a bit, lending some help to the king in his try to hold on to the throne.”

“What for?” Zeldris asked suspiciously.

Estarossa shrugged. “I have to be somewhere since that mage banished me from Britannia. She’s not here is she?” When Zeldris shook his head, the demon relaxed again. “Just as good a place as any. But it won’t last long. The Visigoths have more men. It’s a numbers game now.”

Zeldris pressed his lips together, keeping his own thoughts to himself. Arthur could certainly change that if he wished, but now that he knew they had taken up with Estarossa, Zeldris’ opinion of them had declined greatly. And if the king learned of it, surely the alliance would be finished.

“But don’t let me influence your opinion of them,” Estarossa said. He stretched his long legs out and crossed them as he sunk back in the chair. “They are a decent bit I suppose, as humans go. The princess is an absolutely delicious peach.”

“And there is is,” Zeldris grumbled, shaking his head. “Foolish to think you’d care of anything else.”

Estarossa laughed at that, but luckily the music had struck up again and kept many from looking over. “Oh Zeldris, never change,” he chuckled, giving him a pat on the shoulder before Zeldris shrugged him off. “Now I told you what I’m here for, your turn to spill. What’s Camelot interested in now?”

Refusing to answer, Zeldris turned back to the party with every intention of ignoring him until he went away. But after a moment, Estarossa groaned, “Oh don’t be like that. Fine, keep your secrets. I’ll just ask Gelda myself later.”

“Don’t go near her,” warned the demon.

“And not say hello to my sister-in-law? Don’t be silly. I haven’t offered you proper congratulations on your wedding. About time you two lovebirds made it official.” Zeldris rolled his eyes, but Estarossa continued on gaily, “And a boy now too? I hear he’s something special.”

Zeldris darted his eyes to the side. “What did you hear?” he demanded.

Shrugging, Estarossa said, “Just that he is powerful. Probably takes after his uncle.” He laughed and nudges Zeldris with his elbow. “Can I meet him?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Oh come on. Meliodas let me see his son.”

Zeldris made a face as he finally turned to him. “You’re lying.”

“Why would I lie? Despite what you think of me, I’m not a liar.”

At that Zeldris laughed. “Like when you bedded the queen right under Arthur’s nose?”

Estarossa snorted. “I never lied about that. You never asked.”

Zeldris’ mood turned dark. “I shouldn’t have had to. You were a guest of the king and you slept with his wife. Multiple times! And were caught by Merlin, of all people. You’re an embarrassment.”

“Now don’t go throwing names around,” Estarossa shot back. “I’m not the only one who has shared a wife around here.”

His words hit Zeldris like a punch, the smirk on his face making the blood drain from his own. “You and the king still playing at cock-grabbing? I would have thought you’d grow out of it by now. And letting that lovely creature of yours in his bed was—”

“That’s enough.” Zeldris reached over and grabbed him by the collar of his coat. “What we have is nothing you could ever understand. Say another word and I don’t care whose kingdom we are in, I will have each of your hearts, do you hear me?” His eyes narrowed as his voice turned cruel. “You’d be turned out if I shared your secrets, or if Arthur caught whiff of you. One more enemy you’d have made for your insufferable life. And if you recall, you have no protection from our clan. So choose whether you want to speak, or you want to live.”

Estarossa shrugged him off, but kept a cold smile on his face. “Nice one, Zel. Glad to see marriage and family hasn’t turned you soft, like Meliodas.” He stood and spread his hand in a gesture of surrender. “Even if you despise me, I am glad to have seen you. I’ll make my exit early since you are in a foul mood. Not that I blame you. If I had to watch that every day—” and here he jerked his chin to the side, “—I would be foul too.”

He nodded his head and walked away, calling a goodbye over his shoulder. Zeldris watched him move through the room, thankfully staying clear of the dancing. Once he slipped out of the doors, the demon finally sighed in relief and leaned back in his chair.

Quickly he scanned for Gelda and Arthur. They were talking with the queen, no indication at all that they had witnessed Estarossa, or his own outburst.

Zeldris slumped in his chair, muttering curses under his breath. Even as children his brother knew how to press his buttons, and now that was exactly what he had done again. He kept his eyes trained on Gelda and Arthur, watching their easy companionship, waiting for his nerves to calm. Both had always done wonders to soothe his moods.

But then his gaze fell on Arthur’s hand, pressed against Gelda’s back. He watched as it slid down slightly, the king’s thumb sweeping over the small of her back. Gelda did not react, but the gesture was so unconscious, so natural, that Zeldris was shocked to feel a twinge in his chest.

This is all Estarossa’s fault, he thought. There was nothing wrong with Arthur pressing his palm on Gelda’s back; even if they weren’t lovers, it was an innocent enough gesture. And yet there was a pulsing under his skin, like a sudden burst of heat, and he remembered Edinburgh and the vampire clan and the surety he had that he would tear the throat from anyone who dared to touch his Gelda.

The bell for dinner rang, and the king announced to all to move to the next room to eat. Arthur held his arm out to Gelda, who demurred with a smile and turned to look around, her eyes landing on Zeldris. Gelda gazed at him expectantly, her brows raising slightly in question. Arthur continued on, walking towards the dining hall while in conversation with the king, and the rest of the audience moved in the same direction, walking around his princess.

His princess.

Quickly Zeldris stood and walked towards her. He took her offered hand and kissed her cheek as she laughed. “There you are,” she said, and then placed a palm against his cheek. “Are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Come with me,” he said and pulled her towards the doors.

“Zeldris, dinner is this way…?”

Without a word of explanation he led her into the hallway. Two servants jumped to attention, startled at the noise of the door opening. “Do you need—?” one began.

“Lady Gelda is in need of a washroom,” he growled.

He felt her grip on his hand tighten but the servant raised a shaking finger. “That way, sir,” she squeaked, and moments later he turned a corner and pushed her inside of the empty washroom.

“Zeldris what has gotten into you?” Gelda scolded as he turned the lock.

He faced her, breathing heavily. This feeling was something he couldn’t describe: anger at Estarossa, jealousy at Arthur, frustration with himself, desire for Gelda. It had rolled into a volatile bit of fury that sat heavily on his shoulders as he stared at her staring back at him. They had shared more years both together and apart than possible lifetimes. They had survived wars, their clans and families clashing, finally coming together to forge this new life, marriage, their son.

Yet what he felt at that moment was as sharp and simple as the first time they stood alone together, just like this, and it made his mouth curl up into a smile.

Zeldris moved forward, wrapping his arms around her and pushing her back against the wall. He kissed her fiercely, eliciting a gasp that he swallowed greedily. Gelda’s arms went awkwardly around him, as if trying to pull him close but pull away at the same time. He felt her question against his lips, but he refused to let go, tilting his mouth to deepen the kiss as his hands slid teasingly over her backside.

Gelda yelped, and he laughed, giving her lip a little tug. “What has gotten into you?” she whispered, her eyes bright and her cheeks slightly flushed. He squeezed her again, making her stifle a giggle, but then he frowned. Arthur would do such aggressive gestures, and she would never laugh at him.

She blinked at him expectantly, making his mouth go dry. Her slightly disheveled appearance brought a wave of nostalgia for when they were younger, meeting in secret, stolen kisses in a closet, the looks and touches she only had for him. Zeldris felt his chest get a bit tight as he thought how long ago it all was. Then he frowned, his brows drawing in tightly. He refused to feel foolish about this; who cared if they were adults now, if they were parents, if they were visiting dignitaries representing their king and kingdom?

“I need to fuck you,” he growled, and hiked up her skirt.

“Zeldris!” squealed Gelda, but his mouth latched on to her neck that drew her voice into a moan. He reached for the fabric under her dress, hastily ripping it away with one quick flex of his arm.

Lifting her legs, he pushed his hips forward and began grinding against her. Gelda’s body was hot, her thighs light in his hands, and she ran her fingers into his hair as he continued to kiss along her throat. His hearts pounded loudly at her touch, his blood rushing with excitement. Her protests died when he tilted to rub his growing erection against her body, until the only sound was her panting and a rumble from inside his throat.

Zeldris let go of one leg to reach between her thighs. He found her sex slick and ready, easily pushing a finger inside of her. Gelda whimpered and pressed her lips to his temple, tugging sharply on his hair. “What… what made you…?”

“Do I need a reason?” he growled. Zeldris pressed his thumb against her hood and carefully rubbed circles that had her shuddering. “You’re mine. And I want to be inside you.”

He watched as her lashes fluttered a bit. Her lips parted with another small gasp, but Gelda did not protest. Was she thinking of them, the way it was all those years ago, when he would trap her like this against him, when he would touch her, first tentative, then with growing boldness? His own body was hard now, remembering what it felt like to do this and wait to be caught.

She wrapped one arm around his neck, holding on so she could move the other to his pants. Zeldris grinned when she pulled open the fastenings and reached inside. He tilted his pelvis up to meet her touch, and Gelda wrapped her fingers around his length. “Do you want me inside you, Gelda?” he murmured.

She nodded and began stroking him. Sparks of pleasure lit along his spine, and for several minutes they stayed like that, grinding together, touching one another. Zeldris left open mouthed kisses along her throat until their mouths sealed together again while Gelda guided his lips with a firm hand in his hair. Finally he could not take the anticipation or the softness of her hand and pulled on her wrist, pinning them both over her head as he rubbed his cock between her thighs. He was soon slick and throbbing, saliva pooling in his mouth as she arched her back and moved her hips against him.

“Say it,” he demanded, moving his mouth against her ear.

“Yes, please!” Her voice was needy and breathless, the way she was back when she was only the princess of Edinburgh, when he was just the third son of the demon king, when they had their entire lives ahead of them between moments just like this.

With one arm around her waist he lifted her easily, bracing her weight against his forearm; Gelda wrapped her legs around him and he pushed inside her body, rocking in and out until his cock was fully sheathed. Their moans intertwined as he began to move, taking her with long powerful strokes that had him shaking from the feeling. This was nothing like the playful or sweet lovemaking they normally shared, often with bodies and minds tired from a full day of court duties and parenthood, climbing into bed with Arthur to usually just sleep. Their lives now were different, their needs different, now that they were no longer hiding—now that they could be a family. But it felt good to take her like this, to remember the thrill and the passion, to be young and in love, and his fingers dug into her hip as his old self emerged inside his chest.

Estarossa’s teasing echoed in his mind. “You’re mine, Gelda,” he panted, punctuating each snap of his hips with his words “You’re mine. Mine. Mine.”

She yanked his head forward to crush her lips onto his. “Come inside me,” she whispered, letting one of her fangs prick his bottom lip. Zeldris groaned against her lips; this was something she would always say, back when they were first together. She licked the flesh as the scrape healed itself and he kissed her fiercely.

It took no time at all before they both hit release; Gelda went first with a gasping shudder, her folds tight and wet around him as Zeldris followed right after. Her breathing was shallow as he pumped into her body, filling her with his seed as his limbs shook with pleasure. Even his demon powers responded, the darkness flaring outwards to lift her legs and open her body so he could drill even deeper, pinning her to the wall as he took his pleasure. Gelda’s mouth hung open as she moaned, skin flushed and dress in shambles, her perfect hair pulled from its pins. Zeldris grinned as his hips rolled to a slow circle, laughing breathlessly as she gave little cries with the aftershocks.

The room fell into a heavy silence but for their breathing. Zeldris pulled back the darkness and gently set her on the floor, but Gelda clung to him for support. He smiled as he smoothed her gown back into place, just as he used to when they would have a frantic bout of sex like this.

“Don’t bother,” she laughed. “I can’t go back like this.”

“Then let’s go to our room,” he replied, his voice dark with promise. “I’m not finished yet.”

Gelda’s eyes flew open in surprise. “You? Ducking out of an important dinner, neglecting your duty to your king?” She tsked at him playfully. “How very bold of you.”

He blushed a bit and looked away, but she laughed and carded her fingers through his hair. “Does this have anything to do with Estarossa?”

Zeldris looked at her sharply but she smiled tiredly. “I saw you talking. Was he here to cause trouble?”

“He’s always around to cause trouble,” Zeldris muttered. “But I don’t care. All I care about is this.”

He pulled her against him and turned for the door. “You were serious?” she laughed. “What about Arthur?”

“He can handle things, and find his own fun later,” Zeldris answered. “For right now, you’re mine.” He turned the knob and stepped into the hallway, smirking at the very white faces of the two servants down the hall who had probably heard everything. Gelda bit back a sound but he spun deliberately, pulling her behind him towards the bedrooms.

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[demonprincezeldris]

Funny enough...I've been interested in an Alien AU thanks to that Aliens looking Meliodas and Elizabeth skins.....Meliodas being Xenomorph similiar obviously but I think Elizabeth should be one of those Aliens that....I want to say sparkle or glow. Cause First off I don't want Predator Elizabeth really...Unless I combine some aspects of the glowy and Predator aliens...BAN would most likely be some Zombie cause...zombie in space why not? King would be part of a Swarm like Alien race and Diane would be the big swarm Queen. Cause lets start them off as already together.

Merlin be like a scientist and building all sorts of weapons and experimenting. Escanor obviously kinda like a Superman Krypton like Alien race cause he would get stronger in the raise of the suns. Arthur as like a Mech Pilot but still able to fight while not piloting one.

Go nuts with Pilot Arthur and Xeno Alien Zeldris shippers!

Gelda obliviously would be like a Vampire Bat alien race. Seriously don't piss her off or your inners will be your outters.

I'm still working on it. Cause theres alot of space worlds I can do with this.

I've never really dabbed in science fiction before (let alone Alien- the movie I presume), but this sounds like an amazing AU idea!

#Alien! AU

[geldris]

I’m not happy to be here today. I come to bare my sin open with you, reader, and the public world. 

Here it is. Happy April Fool’s Day to @bablyons, lover of Geldabeth, but above all, lover of Hawk Mama.

Find the fic (if that’s what we can call it) here. Or beneath the cut. Warning for... general attraction between a pure girl and a giant pig milf. I hate that I had to type that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Geldabeth’s Adventures in Pugohtory! 

Back and forth, Elizabeth paced nervously within the confines of the stone room, darker and colder than her ethereal home. Even so, there was a feminine touch here: trinkets on a ornate white vanity, plush bedding, flickering candles and bouquets of lavender. Most feminine of all was the vampire princess, perfecting her already flawless complexion in a body length mirror. Every few seconds, she’d dab powder along the length of her neck, undoing and redoing her braid into a perfectly symmetrical bow. Elizabeth got anxious just watching her: while Gelda had already gone through at least ten ribbons that Elizabeth couldn’t tell apart in color (they were slightly different shades of red, Gelda insisted) the goddess had hardly cared to focus on her appearance of all things.

Elizabeth has remained politely silent as she observed the other girl getting ready. But as minutes slipped into the beginning of hours, she could no longer hold her anxious tongue. “Aren’t you afraid to go to Purgatory.”

Gelda narrows her eyes in the mirror at a particular unruly curl in her hair, restarting the style with ever-moving, delicate fingers. “No,” she responded.

A huff blew passed Elizabeth’s lips. “Aren’t you afraid it’ll be… well… hellish?” she relented, lacking better description.

“Once you’re familiar with the land, it’s not scary. Particularly if you’re an honored guest, as we are. You’re invited to counsel, Elizabeth. Nothing bad will happen to you,” Gelda reassured, kindness layered under her stern tone.

“Well, yes.” Elizabeth further relented, “But, they could be lying-”

“So what if they are? I’m familiar enough with purgatory’s ins and outs to escape if it came to that. Not that I’m expecting to have to.”

“Are you?”

“Of course,” Gelda chided lightly, “I’m betrothed to rule there. You should familiarize yourself with Purgatory as well: one day, you’ll rule the celestial realm. It’s best to know your enemy’s land as much as your own.”

“I don’t want any enemies!” Elizabeth corrected, voice cracking an octave in nervous desperation. The idea of someone seeing her as an enemy had her hairline flushed. She desired to be loved and to love all others in a world of peace and harmony. Even the demons, though her skin shook and prickled at the very term.

“You’ll never make everyone happy,” Gelda sighed, brushing her hands along the bottom of her gown as she finally seemed to finish perfecting herself. Elizabeth blushed at the words: it was as if the other girl was in her head. “It’s best,” Gelda continued, “to be prepared for the worst. If the clans are at peace for all of your reign, that would be lovely for you. But you must assume they won’t be.”

“Is that what your taught here?” Elizabeth notes sadly.

“Of course it is. The vampires are rarely friendly with any clan for an extensive amount of time. Hopefully that’ll change somewhat-- when I take the throne instead of my father-- but who knows.”

“Why wouldn’t they want to be friendly with you!” Elizabeth wistfully pondered, “You’re so kind and smart, you’ll make Edinburgh such a lovely place when you’re queen.”

Gelda’s cheeks dust pink under pale, and she keeps her eyes hyperfixated on the silked bottom of her gown for a few moments before seeming to compose herself. “I’m glad you think so.”

Elizabeth finally halts her nervous pacing, throwing herself backwards onto the large bed, feathery wings twitching beneath her. Her mind continues to wander, however, to Purgatory. A frightening place she’d heard about in scary stories and late night warnings. The celestial realm dared not to speak its name, fearing that doing so would bring misery and bad luck. She listed internally what she knew: monsters, demonic foot soldiers who were large and unintelligent and lusted for blood. How there were horrific curses put on unwanted visitors that slowed down time for millenia per minute. Places so hot they’d melt skin off bones, areas so frigid it froze the blood within veins. Endless agony, persisting madness--

“Your mind is wandering,” Gelda hummed, “We’re invited guests. Only those who are unwanted in the realm suffer its consequences.”

“How do you do that?!” Elizabeth huffed.

“Do what?”

“Read my mind like that!” Elizabeth sat up with a whine in her voice.

Gelda giggles, an action Elizabeth has never seen her do outside of these private moments. Gelda never bared emotion in public: it showed a lack of composure, she’d been told. But here, in the private of her room, she broke for Elizabeth. Elizabeth lips tug upwards at the thought. “Well,” Gelda hummed once again, “you’re quite obvious in your thoughts. All your expressions cross your face as you feel them.” She seemed to ponder the observation a bit longer, “you’d make quite a terrible liar, if you ever tried.” Gelda concluded, a tease in her voice.

Elizabeth agreed with that conclusion: she was not a liar. Such an idea rarely crossed her: the celestial realm didn’t have patience for sin, dishonesty being high on the list. Her mother didn’t have patience for sin. Through her childhood, she’d been bombarded with the ideals of moral superiority over the other races. Particularly the demons: everything her mother stated they were (dishonest, cruel, lustful, bloodthirsty), was everything Elizabeth was trained not to be.

“How will we get to the demon realm, anyways?” Elizabeth wondered out loud.

“Portals.” Gelda stated simply, “We have one in the throne room. Most of the clans that the demons are…” she hesitated, “allied with do.”

Elizabeth leaned forward, putting her chin in her hands. “I’m still so… nervous,” she confessed, “I’ve been told such horrors--”

“Such false horrors.” Gelda corrected.

“Either way. This is the one place I’ve been raised to… well… despise.”

“Elizabeth,” Gelda approached her, tenderness in her voice, gently tucking a strand of the Goddess’s silver hair behind her ear, “What were you first raised to think about me?”

Elizabeth instantly cringed. She understood the other girl’s point but, well… her childhood stories of the vampires, while lesser than the demons, were just as unpleasant. She recalled the tales from her mother and her tutors: that they were monstrous, blood-sucking leeches who shifted form in the night to become terrible, demonic creatures. While some of Gelda’s clan made Elizabeth wary, they were hardly all the terrifying beings from her childhood nightmares.

“Even so,” Elizabeth persisted, “What if Purgatory does have some terrifying, giant monsters?”

“Then we kill them.” Gelda stated, monotone and deadpan.

Elizabeth sharply inhaled at the very idea. Of course, she knew defending herself would lead to such a thing. But the idea of that act, done by her, stated so bluntly out loud.

“Or, rather,” Gelda quickly backtracked, eyebrows furrowing as she watched the other girl, “I will, and you will protect yourself.”

What a tempting offer. Yet, Elizabeth feels an ache of something in her chest, that makes her wish she could be more of use. More confident in her ability to be… powerful. But she had long accepted that she didn’t thrive in battle as others did. She was a healer, a supporter. If it came to killing or showing mercy, she’d never stop doing the latter.

“Don’t be afraid,” Gelda whispered, breaking the girl from her thoughts, “It’s time to go.”

-~-~-

The portal is dark and foreboding, leaving Elizabeth immediately with cool claminess on her skin, coating her palms, alongside an accelerating heart. Gelda’s hand is in her, reassuringly patient and yet persistent in pulling her forward. It’s what Elizabeth needed: the support combined with the push to go on.

The darkness of the portal swallowing her being feels as if she’s jumping into frigid water. Elizabeth swears ice shoots through her veins, her claminess turing to shivering goosebumps that freeze over and oh no she’s dying, the rumors were true, the cold is this intense.

Then she’s panting on the ground, on her knees in the darkest soil she’s seen, indigo and black and violet hued. It’s night, she noted, disoriented.

Gelda’s voice broke through her trance: “Easy enough, right?”

Elizabeth minds her surroundings. Its real, and I’m here within it. Breaking her situation down to the bare essentials felt best. If she took a breath, let the air (not frigid now, thank goodness) expand her lungs and the ground feel solid beneath her, she can focus. And if she can think in this moment, a non terrorizing moment, clearly, then she could take one step at a time and get through this evening. Yes! She cheered herself on internally, I’m okay. This is okay. Everything’s okay, and if it isn’t, Gelda is here. She repeats the simple phrases over and over until they become unwaveringly confident within her mind, spreading warmth in her body, allowing her tight muscle to unlock.

Gelda offered her a hand, gentle and welcoming, a soft smile tugging at her lips. How grateful Elizabeth is for her presence! She couldn’t have come alone, and yet she doesn’t have many friends in the other clans. Slowly, she attempted to meet the leaders of the fairies, the giants, even the human kingdoms. But Gelda is her first true friend outside of the celestial realm, and she’s overwhelmed in the moment by how grateful she is for her presence not only now, but in her life overall.

She reached for the hand, the color of faded moonlight in the darkness.

As she attempted to stand, a tremor shook the dark ground beneath her. An earthquake? Were these the natural disasters, plentiful as she was told they’d be?

The tremor passed and began again. No, it’s not an earthquake: there’s a rhythm to it. Both the women immediately turned to face the source.

Elizabeth wasn’t prepared. In fact, neither was Gelda.

There in front of them, shattering the earth of purgatory, breaking open Hell itself, trembling the unsteady ground beneath them was…. A pig. A large pig. A very large, very green pig.

This was it. These were the monstrous demons she’d been told about, the ones that haunted her nightmares. She swore she could hear Gelda calling her name, but it sounded so far away. The world was spinning, and all she could focus on was the giant pig in front of her.

And yet… she felt no fear. Her body was frozen to its spot, dizzy and disoriented, her senses failing her. But no, she was not afraid. She felt… She felt the need to approach the pig. Not to do it-- her-- harm but something… more.

The world around her was darkness, and this pig was a blinding light. She walked forward subconsciously, forgetting her purpose in being here. All she knew is in this moment, she wanted to be more like this pig. And in the moment she wished for that outlandish dream, her dainty fingers caressed her face and found it to be a reality. For on her face’s center was no longer her small, delicate nose: no, she had the snout her heart had so suddenly longed for. But while her body shifted to become her desired form, her heart still yearned. It pushed her forward, forward. The light was no longer blinding, but warm and inviting.

The giant pig and she met eyes, exchanging a glance that could’ve lasted an eternity. She felt them connect on a level no one had reached within her before. Slowly, the ginormous mammal opened its large mouth. Oh, Elizabeth thought to herself, in complete acceptance, she’s surely going to eat me now. And yet, she was at peace.

This pig… was all she needed in life. She let the desire envelope her completely, until all that surrounded her was light, love, and the feel of her own snout beneath her hands.

-~-~-

The ground is solid beneath Elizabeth once again. She woke with a start to the newly familiar land: purple hues, dark sands. This was purgatory, surely. She’d made it here. But the pig…

“You’re awake,” Gelda stated. Elizabeth met her eyes, seeing the girl cross legged beside her.

Elizabeth gives herself a moment to blink the wariness from her eyes. “What-”

“I let you rest for a bit, since we had some time to spare. You passed out nearly as soon as you saw the giant pig.”

“I… I what?!” Elizabeth shouted, now very awake, high pitched and shrill. She sat up, blood rushing to her head and causing dark dots to coat her vision.

“I suppose you were afraid, it is a rather… large monster.” Gelda shrugged, unbothered.

“Where did it go?!” Elizabeth nails bit into the inside of her palms, head waving from side to side as even from the ground she prepared for another beast’s approach.

“I used my Inferno to scare it off… or perhaps just bother it. I truly don’t know how powerful it was, but the sight of the explosion made it leave for now.”

Elizabeth let out a sigh of relief, before finally remembering the more terrifying aspects of her dream. “My… my nose?!”

“Your… nose?”

“It’s back to normal!” Elizabeth shed tears in her relief.

Gelda, meanwhile, observed her as if she’d gained two more heads. “It… has always been normal? Has it not?”

Elizabeth, though, was too thrilled at the turn of events. In moments her wings had her upright, fluttering in joy as she launched herself into the vampire’s arms, burying herself in happy relief. Gelda took seconds to react, shock and warmth rushing in her veins. Slowly, her arms came reassuringly around the Goddess, trying to give comfort with slow strokes of her back. Though Elizabeth was too buried in her jubilation to note, Gelda smiled.

Meanwhile, in the distance echoed a low, far-off “Pugoh”. A squeal so ominous and foreboding, it resonated through Elizabeth’s soul and laid claim to it. An impact so profound one almost knows that somewhere beyond Purgatory, far away in time and space, a young lesbian (El)izabeth of the future may find it… oddly sexy.

Epilogue: That young lesbian was Elizabeth’s 34583th reincarnation. Lovingly called El. And she was dating Gelda’s reincarnation named Brooke. And they were WLW, only separated by Elizabeth’s millenia long enduring sexual attraction of Hawk Mama. That’s the moral of the story. Happy Aries Season, I am now retiring from writing. It's been nice while it lasted. El I’m in love with you please remarry me through Discord Bot. El please--

#this is getting exactly ZERO tags that sort it into anything #el... i love u and hate u equally #my wife... my nemesis... my lover... my greatest enemy #personal