No..No. This couldn't be happening. He had just gotten her back. He couldn't lose her, not again, and not like this. He dragged his own broken body across the cold rocky ground to get to Gelda. Zeldris screamed in frustration as his own injuries made every movement excruciating .But he kept moving. He had to get to her.
"GELDA!"
Finally, he reached her. Blood dripped from her open mouth and her wounds were too numerous to describe. Zeldris pulled her into his arms, her head resting on his shoulder.
"Zel..." Gelda was barely able to whisper his name as blood bubbled from her lips. She reached out her hand and gently cupped Zeldis's face. Her lips continued to move and although she couldn't speak Zeldris understood what she was trying to say. 'I love you and... goodbye.'
"I love you too, Gelda. But I won't say goodbye. It's just see you later right?" Zeldris sobbed. Tears fell from his eyes as Gelda began to slip away. With her last breath she smiled at him and then was gone. He buried his face in her hair, hiding his deep aching sobs.
Zeldris's head was dragged backward by a cruel hand wrapped in his hair. His eyes were forced up to meet the eyes of the man who had murdered his beloved, his brother, Estarossa.
"Pathetic," Estarossa sneered at his little brother. "Throwing your lot in with our other traitorous brother over a vampire of all things."
"You'll never understand," Zeldris whispered, "You may be the Commandment of Love, but real love, real unselfish love, that's not something you are capable of."
Estarossa growled and slammed Zeldis's head into the mud, leaving him dazed.
"Love..I'm doing this because I love you, little brother. Stopping you before you go to far down the wrong path. Before you become a weakling over a women, Like Meliodas did. This is your last chance. Come home little brother. I will forgive your betrayal and we can go back to our goal of subjugating Britannia. Together!"
For a second it was tempting. Gelda was dead. He was alone again. What did it matter if he rejoined the demon clan? The only thing he had left was his brothers. And he had to choose between them. An easy choice in the end.
"You killed her Estarossa," Zeldris whispered, "I'd rather die than go back with you."
"That can be arranged," Estarossa growled. He leaned down and kissed Zeldris's forehead. "I did give you a chance to come home," he whispered. And then he stabbed Zeldris through his hearts. Estarossa sat, cried, and held his baby brother as the light left his eyes. In his last moment, Zeldris reached for Gelda's hand, holding it tenderly until he could no more.