Soul Turned Red

Soul Turned Red: Chapter Five

Ever since the reunion Meliodas hadn't left Zeldris's side once. He was always either near him or in some sort of contact with them, like a hug or something just as small as putting his head on his shoulder.

He was definitely much more affectionate and clingy then how he was before, but Zeldris didn't mind. The only thing that mattered was that he was here with him and still had the mind of his little brother.

However not everyone agreed with the arrival of their.. guest.

"You have GOT to be kidding me!"

"Veronica please, calm down."

"No Elizabeth! I won't "calm down"! Do you have any idea how much danger you're putting us in by having that thing here? I expected something like this from your idiot brother, but I thought you were stronger then that Estarossa!"

He didn't respond, still trying to process everything himself. Somehow his brother was at least still partially conscious and had memories of who his family was, or at least Zeldris. He didn't seem hostile and hadn't bitten or attacked anyone, mainly just focusing on following Zeldris around like a little dog or small child following around a parent.

He knew that neither him or Zeldris would be able to put him down, but he also understood why the others were against this.

"Listen to me Estarossa.. He may look the same, he may act like an innocent little doe, but all it will take is one bite or hostile action, and he'll take down all of us."

Feeling her words stick with him, he let out a deep sigh before walking off to talk to his brother. The sight he saw when entering the room made his heart clench painfully.

Meliodas was curled up against Zeldris sound asleep, reminding Estarossa of when the blond was little and would have a nightmare.

"I can't believe he's here.. he's really here."

"Zeldris... I need to talk to you."

Due to his happiness, he didn't even process the grave tone in that statement.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"He... can't stay here."

Zeldris's head shot up, a look of confusion and anger on his face.

"Why not?! He's our little brother!"

"Zel.. he's not out little brother anymore. He stopped being our little brother the second he turned. Deep down you know that."

"But he's not like the other ones! He recognized me! He's even asleep curled up next to me like he used to when he was little!"

"Exactly, when he was little. Even if he isnt like the others he isn't the Mel we knew. He was fourteen when he died, when was the last time he curled up to cuddle?"

"That doesn't matter.."

"Yes, it does. He's not the brother we remember, he just looks like him."

"No! H-He's just sick... W-We can find a way to fix him! Think about it, we have a non hostile monster here, if we can figure out what makes him different maybe we can use that to help the others or at least ones that are recently turned. He can give us a lot of information otherwise impossible to get. And it may even lead to being able to fix him..."

Meliodas stirred at the loud noises before sitting up with something similar to a growl or purr in his throat as he stretched.

Estarossa thought for a moment before making up his mind, realizing the truth in Zeldris's previous statement.