The Capital of the Dead.
At first, King went to see his sister. He took a break from the havoc that having Ban and Meliodas surely involves to take a trip back to where he hid out for so long. It was not to receive lost property or to talk to old friends. He had no intention of saying hello to the children who lived in the town. The only thing he wanted to do was traverse to the spirit realm again, to talk to his old friends again.
As he floated above the grass where the other sins had opened before, he laid back on his weapon. He floated and silently let his mind wander. His orange hair floated and he closed his eyes, embracing the magical portal that transported him to his lost friends.
He thought of his sister, who he had betrayed. Who had died for his now friend. He remembered her soft face and pale hair, and wished desperately to apologize once again. Or, better, to hug her once again. He didn't know if she would manifest. Would she look the same?
He thought of Helbram, who he had killed multiple times. He remembered the blood dripping from his mouth after being resurrected a final time and he could imagine how pained his eyes looked when he was stabbed by his once best friend. He remembers the way the body fell, and remembered watching as it was carried off. He missed him dearly. Would he be the same?
"Harlequin?" a familiar voice spoke and his eyes shot open. He sat up and looked at one of the many pale crystals that made this world hold. "What are you doing here?"
He said nothing, simply gestured with his hand softly to move over towards the voice. His eyes warming up again. Helbram looked well, green eyes bright and hair a shaggy mess he seemed to prefer. His elfish ears peaked sharply out, but his face held none of the malice his sharp features held.
King reached out, gesturing towards him. Everything hesitated, but he rushed forward and hugged him tightly. It was what he needed most a long while...