The flight above the skies was silent.
Beneath their feet stretched a stormy sea of dark clouds.
Guided by their demonic energy, Meliodas and Zeldris approached an ancient gate, hidden deep within the cracks between worlds.
"It's this way," Zeldris said, pointing to a magical rift.
"The same one you used to come to Liones?" Meliodas asked.
"Exactly."
Without another word, they passed through the portal.
A red light wrapped around their bodies.
When they opened their eyes again, the scenery had changed—
Jagged rock spires, dark skies, and rivers of lava stretched endlessly around them.
The Demon Realm.
Meliodas narrowed his eyes.
"It's been four years… since I last set foot here."
They landed at the royal palace, built from black stone and fire.
Before the steps, a familiar figure stood waiting.
"Yo, Gelda!" Meliodas called out with a smile.
"Hello, Meliodas. I'm glad to see you again," she replied with a small bow.
Zeldris turned to her.
"Did you bring it?"
Gelda nodded and handed him an old tome, its cover faded and cracked with age.
Zeldris took it, flipped it open, skimmed through quickly… and stopped.
"Here. Look."
He passed the book to Meliodas.
The former prince looked down at the page.
A family tree of the Demon Clan.
There was his name.
Zeldris's name.
Other familiar ones.
Everything seemed normal—until Zeldris pointed to one particular spot.
"Look closer. Here."
Meliodas squinted.
At the place he indicated… a name had been erased.
As if someone had torn the identity of a living being out of history.
The edges were scratched, partially burned.
But the mark remained.
Undeniable.
"What… the hell is this?" Meliodas muttered, pale.
"That name was deliberately removed," Zeldris said grimly.
"And according to certain records we found in the ancient ruins… it belonged to a third son."
Meliodas looked up, shocked.
"You mean… you and I… we might not have been the only ones?"
Zeldris nodded slowly.
"Someone tried to erase him. From everything."
A heavy silence fell over the chamber.
Meliodas stared at the empty mark on the page—
Like a gaping hole in their history.
Who was he…? And why would someone go so far to erase him?