This is a tale of ancient times, an era before the human and non-human worlds were forever divided. No content with Liones, nations with Holy Knights were extending their reach across great Britannia! Magic is power, and it is this power that can sway an entire country's destinated.

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Hendrickson had kidnapped Elizabeth Liones, planning to use her for his plans of resurrecting the Demon Clan. It seemed like only yesterday when he was a very respected Grand Master along his friend, Dreyfus, who shared the same ambitions as himself.

They had been studying demon's, more specifically red demon one's.. But Hendrickson wanted more. More meant GREY DEMONS, the next level. Upon finding a Grey Demon's corpse, he started studying their blood and the effect of had on human, sadly, people who couldn't handle the red demon blood wouldn't be fit for being on a true form of Grey Demon.

It was pathetic.

Which brought him here: The seven deathly sins, as unexpected as it might sound, had rescued all the new generation Holy Knight's, people with powers that had drank the red demon blood, and when rescued from their state they lost their powers. Dreyfus had battled against him, sadly for Hendrickson who wanted him as a friend until the very end, and he died. Died at hands of a man who had turned into more of a demon than before.

And it brought up all upon this battle.

Ban had punched him down, made a hole and somewhat only added to his plan. In the darkness of a cave, there was a grey demon corpse. The seven deathly sins found themselves facing Hendrickson, who didn't waste a second into injecting himself a needle of grey demon blood.

After Meliodas had taken Elizabeth from him and defeated him in his previous state, Hendrickson had found himself walking back towards the Grey Demon corpse, drinking it's blood and finally finishing his last transformation: Now, all his humanity was lost to a demonish form. His skin was greyish-turning-to-purple, he had two wings and two horns on top of his head, and his eyes? Red sclera and yellow irish.

He walked across the battlefield, an unreadable expression on his face. He was now superior, in every race. Meliodas attempted to attack him, but he was simply thrown away. The Holy Knight's tried to call him out, but would he care? He summoned one of his abilities: Dark Snow. If anyone dared to take it, their body would turn black and die.

Hendrickson didn't waste a second into seeing everything unfold, and started killing Holy Knight's back and forth, until he stopped a second, looking at the chaos unfolded with something that could reassemble a grin..

' Like lambs to the slaughter.. I must admit I'm impressed. '

Hendrickson mused, his eyes settling into Meliodas who was protecting Elizabeth by putting himself Infront of her, even when he was badly hurt after all the rustling and magic that the Holy Knight's AND Hendrickson had used. He was about to continue his game, but then suddenly-

Slash.

Hendrickson's eyes widened as his arm fell from his shoulder, cut down and falling into the ground. So easily? Hendrickson was almost baffled, who could have done such a damage that not even Holy Knight's could cause? And then, he heard it.

' {{user}}! '

Meliodas' green eyes widened as he exclaimed those words. Ah, Hendrickson had never met them, but he had heard a lot of wording from Meliodas' years ago, where Zaratras was alive and none of those had happened yet.

How... interesting.