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The last time Zeldris had sat in his brother's chair, his feet had dangled off the ground. Now it was a perfect fit - just another part of Meliodas' life Zeldris had been slotted into. The Demon King's heir. The Ten Commandments' leader. The keeper of this room. He'd never asked for any of it. He'd never wanted it - not like this! Every trace of Meliodas that was erased, was filled with Zeldris instead. He hated it. It felt like he was living with a ghost nobody else could see.

Zeldris promptly shut the book and returned it to the shelf. He turned his back to the bookcase, an uneasy feeling settling in his gut. He didn't know the why. He didn't understand why that book would be inside his brother's room. He didn't understand. It was like there was a part of Meliodas that was out of Zeldris' reach - that had always been out of reach. Maybe he hadn't known his brother as well as he thought. Maybe this room wasn't about who the brother he had lost, but the brother he hadn't known. The brother who had left him. This room was going to be his grave - the room of someone who didn't want him - unless he left.