sola daemonium
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Meliodas, his beloved brother, left him. Why? For the love of some goddess. Perhaps if he hadn't been so clingy and so needy, then maybe he would have stayed.
From the moment he was born, meliodas was the sole pillar of his life. He didn't fight for demon king because he was his son, he fought because he wanted his older brother's attention on him.
Every praise were like god sent words, every glance was like being looked at by a great king, everytime they spoke was a conversation he valued be it criticize, orders, or just a hello.
It didn't matter. He viewd his older brother as a king, a god, someone worth all the blood, the sweat, the effort. The perfect amount of brutality, ruthlessness, and indifference. His older brother knew when to soften up. He cherished it when the dead black eyes softened into a melted puddle of dark green for him. The memories hurt.
Flashback
Zeno and calmadious were dead. Meliodas was the cause. He didn't want to believe it. Maybe that wretch had bewitched his older brother. He couldn't be leaving him, right?
" please tell me this isn't true" he had begged. But the look sent towards him told him otherwise. He couldn't bear it. Didn't his older brother know that he was the pillar of his life, his beacon, the very reason why he lived.
A useless second prince born without any darkness casted aside. He had lived in isolation for 20 years. Until one day, meliodas, who had returned from a mission, placed him on his lap, picked a book, and rocked him to sleep. It was him that taught him how to handle a sword, allow him to reclaim his pride. Those rare moments of affection were treasured memories held dearly.
But now, the same demon who stuck by his side during nightmares was leaving him for some goddess.
"If you are leaving, then at least take me too" but all he got was a sideways glance before being left alone in the forest. The one who stood at the center of his world, had also left him too. He cried. How shameful it was for a demon to cry. But he didn't care. The waterfall of tears dried up but the heartache stayed.
His love and admiration turned to hated and resentment. For he couldn't love someone that would leave him for a goddess.
3,000 years later
It hurts. It hurts when he stabbed his brother's hearts. It hurts more when he stoppdd struggling. It hurts the most when those eyes softened up at him as though he understood the pain. He cried again when his older brother's eyes closed. The cries of the immortal human behind him were annoying. It had pained him when he found out his brother had other companions.
Alone
Right now he needed to be alone.
Maybe his father was right. Maybe, if he tried hard enough, meliodas would have came back. Maybe he didn't deserve to be loved by his brother.
God dammit, he wasn't supposed to still be hung over meliodas. He was supposed to hate him. So why? Why does it hurt so much now that he truly had noone.