Zeldris x Reader: Yearning

Ch. 9 Unexpected

Zeldris POV

I encountered Gowther in the depths of the forest. Gowther looked to me with a puzzled smile on his face, his ethereal blue eyes glistening with mischief as I stated, "Gowther, the one who escaped from the prison and denied the role of selflessness that was offered by the Demon King?" in a frigid tone. "Indeed, that would be me," he replied, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "So, what are you doing here, Zeldris?" he said calmly, his voice laced with an air of intrigue. "I came here to say hello to the Seven Deadly Sins, so lead the way, Gowther. You cannot refuse my command since I bore the Piety in the Ten Commandments," I command him with a stern tone, reminding Gowther of my authority as one of the Ten Commandments. Gowther's mischievous expression faltered for a brief moment, his blue eyes narrowing in thought. However, he quickly regained his composure and nodded in understanding. "Very well, Zeldris. As you wish," he replied, his voice devoid of any hint of resistance. It seemed that even the enigmatic Gowther couldn't ignore the weight of the commandment I possessed. With Gowther leading the way, we set off towards the chamber where the Seven Deadly Sins were gathered, ready to confront them once and for all.

Now that we have reached their hideout, which is called the Boar Hat, I can finally see Meliodas, who have betrayed our demon clan and sided with the humans. His treachery has caused a rift among our kind, and many demon clansmen see him as a traitor. As we approach the Boar Hat, I can feel the tension in the air, knowing that a confrontation with Meliodas is inevitable. Then Gowther opened the door, and I followed behind him, bracing myself for the confrontation that awaited. Inside the Boar Hat, I laid my eyes upon Meliodas, his expression stoic and unyielding. As we locked eyes, a mix of anger and betrayal surged through me, but I knew that if I let my emotions take over, it would cloud my judgment. With a deep breath, I prepared myself for the difficult task ahead of me: either convincing Meliodas to return to our demon clan or eliminating him as a traitor. "Long time, no see, brother," I said in a low, steady voice. Meliodas remained silent, his gaze unwavering. It was clear that he had anticipated my arrival and was prepared for whatever I had to say. The tension in the room grew thicker with each passing second, as both of us knew that this encounter would determine the fate of our clan. As I spoke, memories of our shared past flashed through my mind, reminding me of the bond we once had. But now, standing face to face with him, it was evident that Meliodas had chosen a different path, one that led him away from our demon heritage. "So, what brings you here, Zeldris?" he asked in his calm yet cold voice. I could see hesitation in his eyes, despite the nonchalant tone of his question. It pained me to see him like this—so distant and detached. Taking a deep breath, I gathered my thoughts and spoke with unwavering determination: "I have come, Meliodas, to offer you one last chance to reclaim your rightful place among our clan. The power of darkness coursing through your veins can guide you back to who you truly are." I watched as his eyes flickered, a faint glimmer of uncertainty breaking through his stoic façade. "No, I'm sorry, I cannot go back. The darkness has consumed me for far too long, and I have lost all sense of who I once was. My only path now is to embrace this power and forge my own destiny." Meliodas's voice was filled with a mix of sorrow and determination. As his words hung in the air, a heavy silence enveloped us, sealing our fates and marking the end of a chapter in our shared history. "I hope you'll never regret it, brother, for I will be the one who'll kill you someday," I angrily replied. The connection that once bound us together has since crumbled, being replaced by resentment and a sense of betrayal. 

As I turned away, I accidentally glanced at the familiar silhouette of a woman standing in the distance. I remembered (Y/n), the one whom I loved 3,000 years ago, and realized that no matter the pain and anger I have with my brother, our history and bond were nothing compared to the love and loss I had experienced with (Y/n). As the weight of the past weighed heavy on my shoulders, I couldn't help but wonder if she's the same person whom I loved before and if the love we once shared could be rekindled amidst the chaos and animosity surrounding us. While I scanned her golden eyes, they were cold, and she also had an icy demeanor, completely different from the warm and passionate soul I remembered.