Time Skip: 3000 years)
During these 3000 years of my seclusion, I've learned something about this place. It's some kind of demon realm… but far worse than anything the demon world could compare to.
I decided to give it a name—Kerosene. Came up with it on the spot, but it fits.
I've also discovered I possess a cheat skill, or rather, a cheat talent. It multiplies all my stats by thirty. I'm still figuring out whether it boosts everything—from raw strength to learning speed.
Anyway, 3000 years have passed. If my guess is right, this should be around the time Meliodas meets Liz… though time here is impossible to measure. My sister feels sealed away, which means events are lining up.
Oh, and I've changed. My hair's longer now—probably the same length as Melascula's or longer. It's a dark pinkish hue, flowing like a river of blood. My face… sharper, colder. Harder to read.
Strength-wise? Let's not dive into that yet.
I'll leave this realm when the Ten Commandments are released. Until then, I need a way to communicate with my sister. And I'll keep training. I have no intention of being the main disturbance in the plot, but I will thread myself into it… slowly, from the shadows.
Kerosene is unforgiving. The air itself is poison, the energy feeding on agony. It crushes most beings. But me? It only fuels me further. My power grows by the day, pushing past limits I once thought absolute.
Kindness. Mercy. Pointless here. Survival is the only currency worth anything—and I intend to have it in excess.
The bond with Melascula still lingers. Faint, but there. Somewhere, she's locked away. When the time comes, I'll find her. And when I do, her chains will shatter.
Until then, silence and training. My cheat talent sharpens everything—my movements, my thoughts, my instincts. Faster, stronger, better. Always.
Patience was never my strong suit… but I've learned. When the Ten Commandments rise, so will I. And when I step back into the world, I won't just be present. I'll be an inevitability.
No matter the cost, I will be ready. And when I finally walk out of this cursed place… nothing will be the same.
In the meantime, I've begun crafting new skills—mind control, soul ability absorption… the power to rip techniques straight from someone's soul. The list will grow. But for now… back to work.
(Time Skip: Main Plot)
Events unfold as expected—the Seven Deadly Sins branded traitors, scattered, Meliodas playing bartender…
By this point, my stats have skyrocketed. I've forged six skills, each lethal in its own right. For now, they remain a secret.
While walking, I crossed paths with three entities. One—formless, a living shadow. The other two—human-like, with horns curving back over their skulls.
I ignored them—until one called out, demanding my name and race.
Without breaking stride, I turned, my gaze sharp.
"State your business with me."
"We're just curious," one of the horned ones replied. "We were newly brought into this place."
I stared for a long moment before answering.
"Then remember this—there's a hierarchy here. Watch who you speak to… unless you're prepared to lose your life."
The shadowed one's voice slid out, cold and slow.
"Then what's your rank here?"
I smirked slightly.
"You'll find out soon enough."