Meliodas barely registered his surroundings as he felt the tremendous pain from how his hearts were pierced by his brother's swords. He couldn't even move a single finger. He felt so numb.
"Oh, well. This is how I'm dying by their hands... very fair for a traitor like me... but crap... it hurts like hell, as usual...".
Yep, even if he died this night, he knew he would come back eventually. It was unlike he never predicted this. He expected it, even. It was okay, though. After all, he would come back to life.
It was just...
"Forgive me, everyone... forgive me for hurting you all... forgive me because you have to witness this... forgive me, Ban... forgive me, Elizabeth...".
The last thing he heard, was the desperate howling of his best friend after he felt how his last heart was pierced by Estarossa's sword. He felt his soul dragged into Purgatory, drown to his deepest slumber of Purgatory. Somehow, he felt like someone wrapping their shaking hands around his shoulders and rain came down to his face. He completely knew these hands belonged to whom, as he felt like someone who hugged, had been weeping for his death on the realm.
"Elizabeth... please, don't cry... I'm gonna come back to your side eventually, I promise you that much".
"wake up, sleepy-head".
Meliodas groaned internally as he recognized the voice who dared to interrupt his daydream of his beloved Elizabeth. He opened his eyes and stood as he saw his father, the Demon King. Meliodas lifted his hand and chirped "hello, old man!".
"Hello, son. Good to see you again".
Listening to his mocking chuckles, Meliodas grinned mockingly "oh, kinda the opposite for me. I never wanted to come back here, only to see your face again!".
"Welcome to Purgatory... So... have any thoughts... opinions? You've got nothing but time here... so let's take it nice and slow and have a long, thorough chat, Meliodas".
Meliodas put his hands on his hip, nonchalantly shrugging "not gonna happen".
"wait for me, Elizabeth. I'm gonna go back to your side no matter what as soon as possible".
Zeldris sat on the fedge and leaned his back on the wall. It was rain outside, so they decided to just take a good break in their temporary mess (the ruined Castle of Edinburgh) after last night...
After they killed Meliodas last night, as if the Earth mourned for his death, it was rain. Estarossa told them all to just rest for this day. He agreed, they would need to invade Britannia with their full power, after all. Not to mention, Gloxinia and Dolor also needed to recover from their injuries.
Zeldris watched how his comrades reacted after Meliodas' death.
Fraudrin was so annoyingly excited. Sure, his morale was raised high but somehow, Zeldris really disliked his cocky behavior, as if he had done the most important job. Heck, it was Estarossa who killed Meliodas, not him. Meliodas' death must have raised the morale of the Demon Clan. Zeldris had expected it that much, but still, somehow Zeldris really disliked Fraudrin's arrogance as if he was doing the most important job here when in fact, he was the weakest. No offense, it was the fact. Zeldris rolled his eyes to watch the others.
Gloxinia and Dolor had been suspiciously quiet. Perhaps they only needed time to recover, so that was what Zeldris tried to tell himself.
As usual, Monspiet stayed by Derieri's side. The former only leaned his back on the wall and the latter slept with her head on the former's thigh as a pillow.
Grayroad was busy on helping Melascula to recover.
Estarossa had been standing outside under the rain for hours.
Zeldris stood and called him, not moving from his position "say, Estarossa".
Estarossa looked behind over his shoulder to him with a questioning look.
Zeldris jumped and approached him "...how do you feel after killed Meliodas? Are you alright?".
Estarossa blinked and chuckled, ruffling his head "what is it, brother? Are you worried about me now? It's so cute of you".
"gah! Stop it!", Zeldris smacked his hand before asking with all seriousness "after all, I have been known as the Executioner. I'm the one who supposed to kill him".
"But I don't want you to. That's why, if there's someone who have to kill him, let it be me", Estarossa smirked lopsided with sinister "like I said before, Meliodas' death must come by my own hands".
Zeldris felt chilling on his nape, but he played it cool as usual.
"This is nothing", Zeldris knew that their older brother, Meliodas could have come back due to the curse that their father had cast upon him. He would come back even though he died on Estarossa's hands. Zeldris knew it and he was well aware of it. So, why did it feel hurt for him now? "I wonder how hurt it had been felt for Estarossa...".