Chapter 36| Fine, then...

                                    

                                          
Y/n's P.O.V
                          
We all decided to look for our friends. Thank God we did because we found Diane fighting this big demon, about her size. The weird thing was, Jericho was inside the demon. Like what happened to Dale, was happening to her.
                          
"Meliodas." I called. He looked at me. I pointed at Diane. He jumped to save his right-hand woman.
                          
"Gil, what's up with you?" Howzer asked, probably referring to why he was helping us, the criminals.
                          
"There's no time to explain. I'll tell you a rundown later." He answered as we kept walking.
                          
"Danchou, 'being forced out of control.' Don't tell me someone's behind this?" King asked.
                          
"Yeah." Meliodas nodded. "Both Gulia and Jericho are New Generations, it's not just these to. Doesn't seem unnatural for all the New Generations in the city to go berserk at the same time."
                          
"At the same time?" King asked.
                          
"Look." Meliodas turned his head. We looked at his direction. There was  man, screaming in agony as his body transformed. Several Holy Knights turned into these...monsters. I covered my mouth in shock.
                          
"What the fuck? Who in the hell world would do this?" I asked. I sensed something about to attack but Diane blocked the demon to protect me. I gasped, seeing how injured she really was.
                          
"Diane!" Elizabeth called.
                          
"You're as perspective as I expected." We heard a very very familiar voice. "The New Generations are, so to speak, losers who couldn't become Holy Knights. Their hearts are filed with inferiority towards the Holy Knights and themselves for being inept." He smirked. "This ancient curse will intensify those feelings and eventually take over them."
                          
"Y-you're..." King gasped.
                          
"So, you're alive." Meliodas glared. I noticed that Hendrickson had the demon marks on his body and somehow, he got bigger. "Hendrickson." 
                          
(Hendrickson b like: I'm alive but I'm dead💀)
                          
"Hendrickson?" Howzer says, surprised.
                          
"But why does he look like that?" Margaret asked.
                          
"So he has the Demon blood in him, too, huh?" I say sarcastically. "Being a Demon isn't a trend goddamn it."
                          
"What an incredible boon!" Hendrickson smiled. "When one is truly compatible with Demon blood, it supercharges them physically and amplifies their magical powers. All that research and experimentation was worth it. Hand over Elizabeth. Do so, and as one Demon to another, I'll let you live."
                          
"Bitch, over my dead body." I growled.
                          
"Y/n.." Meliodas say in a warning voice. "Don't lump me with you." He says to Hendrickson. "You're neither Human or a Demon. You're just an idiot."
                          
"Ooh, burn." I whispered.
                          
"I expected that response." Hendrickson grinned.
                          
"Did you really?" I asked. Meliodas glared, telling me that this was a serious situation. Okay, maybe I joke around too much...
                          
"Then, was this expected too?" King said behind him. He used his sacred treasure to duplicate mini spears.
                          
"Of course." Hendrickson said. Suddenly, his attack was blocked.
                          
"Reinforcement?" King gasped. "How are you alive? Helbram!" He said to a man with wings and a metal helmet.
                          
"That's Helbram?" I say to myself.
                          
"There's no use in talking with him. He was always dead. Aren't you that one that killed him?"
                          
"You..." King looked like was going to cry. "What did you do to Helbram?"