Ban x Meliodas bk.#2 Succurance That Separates The Bond

Fate

      Dragons. A species that was merciless to any who dare to challenge their place in the Underworld and human realm. They are creatures with limitless power, born with it in fact. Even the babies were valuable towards the humans. But as time passed by in the blink of an eye, they were practically extinct because of the lack of magical energy around them. They grew weak; smaller in numbers and struggled to survive as the five races grew and took over land. Sucking in all of the magic like mosquitoes, to contain for their own living bodies like greedy savages.

They still live to this day, breathing. Peacefully waiting for their deaths to finally catch up to them and grasp them by old age. Time itself was Hell. Every living being could agree at some point in their lives, even the mighty dragons themselves. Yet, they still live and breathe and fight like their life depends on it. A stubborn species anyone should say.

"F... Family."

She never said much, hardly anything except for that one word. Since the first day he met the strange demoness. She only spoke with her actions. It seemed simple to understand a child: hyperactive, curious, clueless, senseless. But she seemed to know her way around for her petite frame and delicate magic energy flowing gracefully around her. Showing a sign of low levels in strength, he couldn't help but wonder who she was. She was one who could understand exotic creatures such as animals using feelings.

A feeling that most demons lack due to endless war; even the children have lost their spark the moment they were able to walk. Being forced to learn magic or handle a sword at an infant age.

Why? Why does war exist? To him, it was pointless. Pointless violence that only caused distrust and greed for power and dominance over the other individual. He thought it couldn't get worse between the races, but oh was he so damn wrong.

Humans were worse. They even distrusted each other. Mistreated each other and blamed the demons for their misfortune. It was always the same for them. They only agreed with each other and worked together only to fight for what they had left of their green and blue world.

It wasn't the same for the dragons, they trust each other, respect and have a close understanding. The King of all the underworld creatures is a dragon. A peaceful one. It never sparked up a war of fire. It never strived to kill for dominance; and most could never understand why. Even to this day...

"What's your name kid? Do you have one?" Meliodas tried endless times to try and have her to talk. He knew she could because she just did only half an hour ago; although, it was only one simple word. Normally, he would understand another demon through their actions and speech together, but seeing her only in action made him more confused than understanding.

She said nothing, only staring ahead from were she walks straightforward to, while having a soft grip at the loose top at the blond demon.

Meliodas couldn't say whether she was "normal" for her silent and mysterious behavior and abilities that somehow control behaviors of living beings. Beings that breathe, think, touch, smell, feel. It was almost indescribable for what Meliodas thought her magical ability could do.

Currently, Meliodas had just returned back to the kingdom with the little girl right beside him. He was hoping to find her guardians along the way, but maybe they were separated long before he came along. It was strange, usually mothers would always keep their children right by them at all times. Now that he thought about it, he wondered how Scarlet is doing.

He smiles softly.

"You're sad."

Meliodas almost jumps but was able to keep his feet on the ground. Looking at his side, he saw a the child's face staring up at him. "Excuse me?" Said he, not sure if it was the girl who spoke.

"Why are you sad?" The girl asks, tilting her head the side as if she were a lost puppy.

Meliodas was silent. He thought it a bit irritating when he would ask questions for endless minutes, only to be answered with a question. "What do you mean?" He didn't understand what she wanted from him, her blank stare gave anyway nothing of her thoughts. Not even a flinch of movement. The twitch of her eye, the raising or lowering of her brow. Nothing.

"I don't have parents..." The girl continues, "What... What are parents?" For a moment she looked at the ground, then looked back up. "Do you have parents?"

The longer Meliodas listened to her, the more he was confused at trying to understand her. She seemed to know nothing of friends, or relatives. The demoness never knew what parents even were. It was like she had the mind of an infant, just starting to learn the ways of her demonic life.

"Yeah, I had parents, or parent I should say. But it's not the good type of parent for a kid who wants to be normal."

It was sudden through what feels like hours of finally having a conversation, sitting just outside the castle on the steps up towards the two large doors. Meliodas pats the girls head, "what's your name kid?" She looks at him dumbfounded by the friendly demon. She stays quiet. And just when she was finally talkative.

"Ah, the young master."

That familiar voice was behind him in a cheery tone. A deep accent of the old demonic tongue was still their in his spoken words.

Meliodas chuckles, "we meet again, Chandler." He stands and turns to face the elder demon that stands at his height. "I want to thank you-"

Chandler holds his palm out, stopping the younger demon from speaking further. "I never did anything. I was far too late from saving you, I should have known better came sooner."

"I expected more of an outburst, since you've had to side with humans and fight against your own kind." Meliodas raises a brow, crossing his arms and gives a smirk.

Chandler chuckles, "Hades was beyond assistance, his death was necessary for his treason."

"Yes, he's told me what he's done."

The elder demon looks in Meliodas' eyes, confused at first, knowing that Hades and the young master do not have a swell relationship, then looks away, "then I suppose you know most of the history? And what happened to all the races? I'm sure that wicked demon had no time to explain in detail, to inform what truly happened three thousand years ago."

The blond nods before looking down at his side, feeling petite arms hug at his leg.

The elder laughs, "I see that I must have ruined a moment, I'll excuse myself, and young master..." His tone goes down slightly. "What answers you're searching for is not going to be here, meet me at your old hideout of the castle when you were just a young one. I'm sure you remember where that is, am I wrong?"

Meliodas grins, "how could I forget something like that? It is a place I'd go to in order to hide from your annoying poetic speech."

"Yes, I do remember that," Chandler rolls his eyes, recalling many times that his lessons were cancelled due to young master's disappearance. "Your father would have had my head if anything would have happened to you." His sharp teeth show as he genuinely smiles.

"Not as his son... But just to be his empty doll to take over."

Chandler nods, "I know you're somewhat sensitive in the relationship between your father, so I will avoid mentioning it. I'll be waiting, when you're ready."

Meliodas didn't reply and stayed silent. A lingering feeling of dread was under his skin and he could not shake the thought of his memory of that witch. Of the words of warning to him about his future, even if it was just a glimpse.

"Chandler," he starts, "is a feeling of knowing what's going to happen, fate?"

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