The True Power of the Fallen Angel

As you and the others split up, Meliodas reached out to take you back, but the sin of greed refused and stalked off with you in his palm.

You looked up at the blue-haired man and frowned, "everything ok?"

"I don't see why the cap'n thinks he's always got to have his hands on you" he raises an eyebrow, "I know I'm not allowed to pry. But I was curious about what exactly that old bastard Cain had been talking about".

You bite your lip and look down at the ground, your knuckles white as you clutched the fabric of your tiny 'dress'. "I guess I haven't really talked about our past".

Ban noticed you seemed uncomfortable and blew a waft of warm air onto your hair, causing you to shiver but it was a nice feeling, "again, as long as he didn't hurt you, I wont ask again".

"No, he never did" you looked up at him and smiled. His smirk re-emerged as he saw another one of the exploding plumes of gas rocket into a nearby house, demolishing it to bits, "wow - they sure like being flashy".

Something made Ban's ears twitched and he leaned briskly to the side as something shot at him, but he misjudged and spat as a sword went right through his chest, throwing him into a cobblestone wall. You were cast away from his hand in the chaos and your wings flung out of your small back, equal proportion to your body to hold yourself in the air.

The attacker, a pale-purple haired woman in full Holy Knight armour, looked Ban up and down with greedy, black eyes "I've missed you". She turned the sword violently, Ban yelled in pain, "did that hurt?"

Ban's tongue lolled out happily, looking like a feral dog "now this is a festival!" he snickered evilly into the woman's face, "have we met before?"

"My name is Jericho" The Holy Knight's eyes were rid of all compassion, of all emotion it seemed, "I was the apprentice you humiliated in Baste Prison".

You flew slightly to one side to catch Ban's eye, your fist to your lip, "humiliated? Ban?"

Ban grinned and chuckled maniacally, "ohhh, your that barber boy". He rested his head back against the stone, "so you should remember then. I'm immortal". 

With that, his foot rose up and kicked the Knight square in the stomach, sending her flying away from him, her sword drawn with her. The sin of greed looked down at the hole in his chest, you saw it too. There's too much blood, is it not healing? 

Jericho regained her stance quickly, "you may be one of the Seven Deadly sins, but your no match for my Reactor". She lifted her blade again to strike, "I hate to do this, but try to dodge!-"

"I think not" You said darkly, now hovering between the knight and the sin, your ringed hand raised to the Holy Knight, "don't even think of hurting my Banzy".

"Your Banzy?" Ban said slyly, feeling a little confident at the odd, possessiveness of your remark.

You scoffed at him and reached your other hand to hold your ring between two opposing fingers, "I hate to hurt you too, you seem fun". Slowly, you begin to draw the power-locking Stardust ring up your finger, "but I don't have time for your games".

"Are you sure your body can handle it right now (Y/n)?" Ban wiped a line of dark red from under his lip as he brushed the dirt of his jacket, even he was unaware of just how much power you possessed.

"I'm sure I can take it"

"(Y/n)..." Jericho growled, her sword ready at the end of her poised arm, "so your that fallen angel, I must say... your much smaller than I expected" she snarled with a grin.

"I could say the same for you" your eyebrows knitted, "barber boy"

Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts. Its your power now. You can control it.

With that, your ring was lifted off your finger and you held it tightly in your other fist as its caging feeling left your form. Your chest swirled as you inhaled deeply, finally regaining the feeling of your full strength rushing along through your veins. As your powers began to reveal themselves out of their dormant state, your body began to grow... and glow. A bright white light encased your figure, leaving you a human silhouette at life-size, your hair floating and wings spread.

Your eyes glowed a bright (E/c), like a whole solar system had been sucked up into them. You raised your hand, your voice now louder and echoed, like an angelic possession, "you are not worthy of your strength"  you hesitated a little, "I would kill you" your fingers stretched, "but I think Banzy wants that pleasure".

Instead, you aimed your endless light towards the sword she held defensively in front of her. "Obliteration".

In a violent loud smash of sparks and metal fragments, the powerful Holy Knight's weapon was reduced to nothing like it was no more than a twig against a raging fire.

The Holy Knight yelled in panic, letting go of the hilt as the remaining end of the sword exploded. She fled as you froze in place, you could feel the ring being slipped back onto your finger. Your strength began to drain away again to its minimum, still powerful, but now only a base level of magic.

The fairy king flew to the front of you as your glowing faded, your pale skin re-emerging. "Holy Knights are such a bore, but best not to get worked up just yet" He looked away and handed you an old dress, one he perhaps had stolen off a clothes line.

"Eep!" You shrieked in your normal voice, covering up your full nudity and throwing the dress on before any more eyes could ogle you, and there were a lot around, "why is it every time we get into a fight my clothes are destroyed?"

Ban laughed and grabbed your shoulders, "maybe the universe wants you to be naked". 

You swatted his hands away and his eyes sparkled with ludicrous curiosity.

The fox sin grinned, "don't worry about the other knights, I'm sure King'll take care of them, in the meantime can you heal me up?" 

His canines gleamed as you turned to face him, you nodded and your palm glowed the same white glow as you set it against the hole in his chest. King yawned and flew up into the air to where Jericho and Guila were now standing, side by side over Meliodas' unconscious body, "what a pain".

"Its him" Guila looked up and instantly send a large collection of little explosions up into the air, "chain explosion!"

There was a boom and a hissing sound like metal, as the smoke cleared in the sky, a thousand daggers were spinning in a circle around the fairy's last known location.

As they slowed their impressive speed, you caught sight of King floating in the middle of them, a bored expression on his young features. He scratched the back of his neck, "Godspeed ten flashes".

Hawk and Elizabeth came running over as you healed Ban's wounds, King floated above the well-damaged bodies of Guila and Jericho. "Hey pig, while (Y/n)'s busy, I'm entrusting the safety of the princess and Meliodas to you".

"Got it!" Hawk snorted and trotted over to the two boy's, a still tiny Elizabeth on his back.

Elizabeth gasped as she spotted you, "Lady (Y/n)! Your back to your normal size!"

You wiped your cheek sheepishly and nodded to the tiny princess, "yeah well, I heal really fast, so my body worked off the mushroom's toxins quicker".

(1+ month ago)

Arthur let you hold his fingers separated as you wrapped a thin bandage around one, he grimaced in mild twinges of pain.

You had just healed it after it had nearly been sliced off in sword-fighting practise. You had sensed the pain which hurt your hand as well and your ran through the castle's halls to find him.

The beautiful white gown you were dawned in (see picture above, ignore the 1 wing) lifted back in the wind and beat gracefully backwards against the wind you created in your run. Lifting the sides of the dress like a blooming flower.

Arthur's purple eyes had raised off the ground as he crouched, clutching a red hand as a hot crimson liquid dripped onto the dirt training ground.

"How did you manage to cut your finger off Arthur?" you mused quietly, the orange haired teen shrugged his muscular shoulders and his back bent forward. He winced again as you parted his ring and pinkie fingers, noticing another bone breakage that was forcing the finger to an awkward angle.

Just as you finished wrapping the last of his fingers in the cloth, you tilted your chin and pressed your soft pink lips against one of his knuckles. There was a glowing warmth from your lips as his pain was flushed away from the wound.

Arthur's breathing stifled, his cheeks growing a dusting of pink as you looked up again "better?"

The young king of Camelot tried desperately to compose himself, messing up his hair with his uninjured hand, "yes thankyou, much better". You pinched the tip of his ring finger, making sure your healing had fixed the fracture, it had.

One of the other Knights, the one who had been training with Arthur, approached the two slowly and bent down to pull away Arthur's sword in its sheath, "perhaps that's enough for today my King, you should rest before the festivities tonight".

Arthur thanked him and stood, he reached to you with his unbandaged hand and pulled you to your feet, a little quickly so he caught you in his chest. His arms wrapped around your shoulders tightly .

"Arthur?"  you mumbled, confused. As you tried to peak at his face, it was hidden in your neck, you could feel his warm cheek pressed against the area just below your ear, "something wrong?"

It was a while before he spoke, your arms were pinned close to your chest, sandwiched like your breasts between the two of you. "I don't really want to have a ball right now" he pushed his nose into your (H/c) hair, "especially not one to look for potential wives".

As he finally let you go, one of your hands dragged through his hair to fix it back into its usual position, "will you take some of my advice?" you gave him a hopeful half-smile.

He smiled back and nodded, "of course".

"Its your ball, whether you want to have it or not, its your choice" You licked your thumb and wiped some dirt from his cheek, "whatever will be, will be... don't care what anyone else thinks"

King gripped his arm behind his back, looking down upon Guila and Jericho, "they're not dead yet?"

You roll your shoulders and stand, "I'm back to normal now, want me to take care of them?"

"No I want to ask them some questions" King's toe connected to the ground as he set down onto the grass, "what are you after? I'm sure you saw this coming?"

"Or did you think you could win?" You muttered.

Guila wiped her lip with the back of her wrist, dragging her metal-plated body up to a standing position, "we're not finished just yet"

"Good" a ball of fire sparked to life in your hand.

"Lets see what you've got" Guila smiled, "o' Divine Battle Angel"

I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE WRITING THE ARTHUR FLASHBACKS! MY BABY HAS MY WHOLE HEART (so do the other boys though ;)))