Dragon of Wrath

Chapter 9: Trust

I do not own Seven Deadly Sins.

"Ban, what are you doing?" I flipped the page of the book I was reading. "Tryin to find a waaaay to bring Elaaaaine back." King sighed. "Why don't you go back to the Captain and the others? I'm sure they'll help you." I laughed. "Tryin to get rid of meeee? And what about yoooou? You should go back tooooo." King laughed depressingly. "I can't." I waited for a second, reading the next paragraph. Then, I huffed and closed the book. Okay, I'd bite. "Whyyyy?"

"The same reason you can't," King said, reclining on Chastifol. "Everything that happened, everything that we learned? Captain's a Demon. A Demon for Pete's sake! How can we trust him n-ooow?!" His voice slipped at the last part as I grabbed him by the collar. "Shut up!" I snarled in his face. "Cap'n is nothing like tha thing that killed Elaaaaine!" "But-" King started, shocked. I threw him away from me and spun around.

"I don't know what tha Cap'n is, but it's not a Demon." I shook my head violently, clenching my fists. "He's too kind, too naive! He can't even bring himself to kiiiill someone like Hendyyy!" King floated back into Chastifol. "If you don't have a problem with his being a Demon, why don't you go back?" "I caaaan't," I gritted out. "Why?" I sighed and collapsed back into my chair. "Cause I caaaan't face him after tryin to kiiiiill him." King stared at me, shock written all over his face.

"YOU DID WHAT!!!!???!?"

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"You are not bringing that thing in here!!" Hawk squealed, standing on the steps of the Boar's Hat the morning after the attack from the Odēhs. "My name is Kilgharrah," Kil hissed, bending over to look down at the pig. Elizabeth squeaked. I shook my head. Kil, don't. He snorted, black smoke and ash covering Hawk. Don't worry, I won't eat him. I couldn't if I wanted to, remember? I snickered. Ni-shi-shi-shi. If you really, really wanted to, you probably could.

Hawk shook the ash off himself and glared up at Kil, who towered over him and the Boar's Hat. "You are way too big to fit in here! And you'd probably set it on fire." Kil rumbled, getting a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Meliodas, do you still have that family recipe for whole roasted hog?" I snickered inwardly, struggling to keep a straight face. "I think I can scrape it up." "Captain!" Diane scolded. Hawk squealed and Kil laughed. "Um, Sir Kilgharrah?" Elizabeth said. He turned his head to face her. "Hawk is right that you can't fit in the Boar's Hat and I don't know if Diane's shrinking pills will work on you."

He nodded. "I can take care of that problem." He grinned at me, all sharp white teeth. "Though I can't promise to not set the thing on fire." I cocked an eyebrow at him. "You better not." He laughed again as smoke began to pour from his body and cover him. Everyone behind me took a few steps back. "Umm, Captain?" Diane asked nervously. Right then, a small shadow darted out of the smoke towards me. And a miniature Kil wrapped himself around my shoulders, as everyone stared at him in pure shock. He was about as long as my arm, from his head to the tip of his bladed tail, which coiled itself around my left arm's biceps. After all these years, I still didn't know how he managed not to cut me like that.

"Wow, you're tinier than I remembered," I teased. "Oh, shut it, short stack." Kil retorted, though grinning in that draconic way of his. "Ummmm," Little Gil trailed off, looking like his mind had just been blown. Howzer looked like he just seen a ghost, his face was so white. Slader, Gelda, and Gowther looked completely unaffected, while Elizabeth, Diane, and Cain were speechless. Kil adjusted himself on my shoulders, causing his warm, smooth scales to rub against my neck. It was comforting, like it had been back then. "Now then," he continued, ignoring to flabbergasted looks of the others, "I'm hungry. Those Odēhs don't really have any substance to them, so is there anything to eat here?"