Hi Everyone! Just a short piece on Zeldris's thoughts in the more recent chapters. If you aren't up to date on the manga you probably shouldn't read this. But for those of you who are; I hope you enjoy! I do not own Seven Deadly Sins.
Once Again
Late into the night the snow fell and fell and Zeldris watched it all with eyes adept at seeing in the dark.
He sat in a windowsill at castle Camelot, alone, as always, and the silence was almost deafening.
During the day he was the perfect evil demon prince, slaughter and conquest and all that stuff, but at night, when an uneasy silence fell, Zeldris got to be just himself, not the Demon King's representative, not a Commandment or a demon, just a heartsick brother who had lost everyone. At night it was difficult to forget that he was more alone now than he'd ever been in his life.
But he should be used to being alone by now, shouldn't he? Three thousand years ago the older brother he'd believed in had defected, killing their teammates and joining the enemy, and for what? A woman?! Not long after that Gowther, a trusted comrade, had also betrayed them and it turned out they'd never really known Gowther at all. He was even more of a puppet being used by his father than Zeldris was. Not that Zeldris could sympathize. He couldn't feel pity or understanding for someone or something that had been instrumental in essentially throwing them in a black hole for three thousand years.
Then they'd finally gotten out and almost immediately his comrades had started dropping like flies. Monspiet, Derrierie, Merascylla, Galan and Fraudrin were all dead, Grey Lord was as good as, Zeldris didn't even know what had happened to Drole and Gloxinia but suspected that they hadn't so much as 'betrayed' them as they had never truly been on their side to begin with. The only woman Zeldris had ever loved, one of only two people who had ever been able to make him feel less crushingly alone, had died years ago. And at his older brother's hand, to twist the knife in further. And Estarossa, his beloved older brother…
Zeldris snickered slightly and rested his forehead against the frosted glass as the snow began to blanket the whole castle, he and Estarossa weren't brothers, they had never been brothers. Meliodas and Estarossa had been brothers. Zeldris was just the son of their father and barely that, as their father acknowledged them as possessions rather than children. But he'd never had that relationship with Estarossa, Zeldris had always loved his older brother and seen him as such but Estarossa loved Meliodas, not him. Estarossa was the other person who made Zeldris feel not-alone and Zeldris had always wanted to return the favour and make Estarossa turn around and see that in losing Meliodas he hadn't lost everyone. Zeldris was still here and would always be here. But now Estarossa wasn't, and Zeldris would never get that chance. His older brother was gone.
And he was, one again, alone.
Done guys, hope you enjoyed.