When everything seems to unfold as planned, a demon decided to try something new : having a hostage.

Sorry for the mistakes, english isn't my mother tongue.

Britannia. A country where you could find several species : fairies, giants, humans, and recently … demons. A country where adventure was easy to find. If you're in quest for thrills, it is highly recommended. Currently, you could even find top-notch for thrills : war. It has been declared, first by humans, then by demons. As long as only humans were involved, everything was simpler. In order to free her kingdom from the Holy Knights, a young princess went to find the infamously Seven Deadly Sins, accused of treachery against their kingdom. Lie, of course. Elizabeth succeeded in reuniting them and defeating the real culprits. All is well that ends well. Or so they thought. Unfortunately for them, another threat arose quickly after what seemed a brilliant victory.

Other demons. Worse demons. The Ten Commandments. Known to be most powerful of their kind, sealed 3000 years ago. Dreyfus, one of the Holy Knights and accomplice to their chief, had brought them back to life. Or … freed them to be more accurate. Possessed by a demon himself, Dreyfus manipulated Hendrickson to do the thing. And here they were, roaming in Britannia, sowing despair and chaos. If you're tempted by a tour, you can find tickets at the tourism office. Eventually, they happened to split and met with the Seven Deadly Sins. Needless to say, each encounter produced huge battles. Now, everyone was in his respective headquarter. For example, Estarossa and his younger brother Zeldoris have established in Camelot. That's where … everything truly began.

That day, a carriage arrived in Camelot. Looking by the window, one of its occupants noticed the city partially destroyed.

"What the hell is happening here ?" made a feminine voice.

" Did we got attacked ?" added another voice.

The first voice asked for the carriage to stop. Then she got out, deaf to the calls of her followers. Only a part of the city was destroyed. Observing, she understood that it was made from the inside. Which was more intriguing.

"Please lady Morgan ! Get back to the carriage !" asked a woman, behind her.

" That's … not a good idea." responded the said Morgan.

"Huh ?"

Three other women went out. Morgan ordered the conductor to park the carriage then to follow them. He did it quickly and joined them running. Morgan looked around her. Then she put on the hood of her coat. Thus, they resumed their road. Camelot, once lively and full of people, was now desert and silent. Suddenly, the group met three persons. They were standing in the middle of a street, looking lost. Morgan approached them.

" This isn't something natural." she declared.

"What do you mean my lady ?"

"Their heart is still beating, they're still breathing but they look empty. I know nothing that can cause such state." explained Morgan, examining a man.

Magic was at work here. Then, a sound reached their ears. The ground quaked. Morgan ordered everyone to hide. A huge foot appeared. Raising their eyes, they discovered the biggest creature they've ever seen. A grey demon, roaming in the city. Behind him, citizens were following, chanting that they should offered someone in sacrifice. Hearing a breath next to her, Morgan plated her hand on her paid companion. Only a moan resonated. Fortunately the three other were too scared to even yell.

" Shut the hell up ! Do you wish for him to notice us ?" she muttered.

They waited for the cortege to pass. Morgan turned and walked in the narrow street where they had hidden.

" Lady Morgan what was that thing ? And where are we going ?" asked a paid companion.

"I don't know, but we must find my brother. However, I doubt he will be in the palace." she responded.

But in that case, where was he ? She looked before crossing another street, then went first. She sent a signal for her companions to come.

"What should we do ? I find it strange that he didn't sent word to warn us. Or maybe he did and we never got the message. Let's see … if he and his knights are still alive, they must hide. Where … could they be ?"

" My lady …"

"Shush. I need to think." cut Morgan.

A moment of silence passed. She wanted to check the castle, but her instinct told her it would be the last place her brother would be. After a while, she opened her eyes.

"Follow me." she announced.

They walked for a while in this now dangerous city they didn't recognize anymore. They met several people looking empty. Other creatures were here, grey, red, blue … Morgan noticed that they seemed to gather something from citizens. What could that be ? But they were responsible for sure. Morgan decided to not stop, tightening her jaws. There was nothing she could do. Anger compressed her heart.

" I'll find my brother and we'll fix this." she promised herself.

He'll certainly know what to do, or was already working on it. And if he didn't, she'll help him find a solution. Morgan felt a bit comforted. Alas, it, didn't last. A red demon blocked her way. But this one was carrying someone on his shoulder. A man with grey hair, who jumped.

" RUN !" yelled Morgan to her companions.

When she turned to look where the man was, she found him right in front of her. How did he get close so fast ?

" What do we have here ?" said Estarossa.

Morgan frowned. This man has a strange tattoo on his face. But she looked at him with dare.

" Who are you ? What is happening here ?" she asked in an authoritarian voice.

" Estarossa's the name. And I'm a demon, one of the Ten Commandments."

" A what of what ?" responded Morgan, frowned an eyebrow.

" Where the hell have you been those last days, hmm ? However, you didn't answer me. But …"

Estarossa turned around her. Suddenly, he pulled her coat and teared it.

" Argh !" protested Morgan.

" Oh oh ! Now that's interesting ! " smiled Estarossa.

"What ? You've never seen a woman before ? Where the hell have you been all those years ?"

" Hn ! Aren't you a funny one. I'm talking about the quality of your clothes. Those are for a high ranked person. Such as … royalty."

Damn. Betrayed by her own clothes. What was going to happen now ?

Meanwhile in the castle, Zeldoris lifted his eyes to discover his brother … with a woman under his arm. He frowned an eyebrow. Estarossa stopped not far away from the throne where his little brother was, and dropped his burden.

" What's this ?" asked Zeldoris.

" A hostage." replied Estarossa, crossing his arms.

" What ?"

Morgan straightened up. She looked at Zeldoris with high and contempt. That one blinked and stood up. Morgan had long ginger hair, brown eyes, pink lips, a pale skin, a delicate oval face. No trace of fear in her eyes. She was taller than him, one head taller at last.

" Mind telling me who you are ?" she asked coldly.

" Who are you yourself ? Your face seems familiar." retorted Zeldoris.

The young woman knew she couldn't lie. There were portraits of her here and there. He must have noticed them.

"I'm Morgan Pendragon." she said, looking straight in his eyes.

Looked like she was the bold one, thought Zeldoris.

" Hmmm… a princess." guessed the Demon King representative.

" Just as I thought. This is my little brother Zeldoris. You're now our prisoner, young girl. And you lot, mark my word : formal prohibition to lay a finger on her. Even, for you, Zel." intervened Estarossa, addressing the crowd of demons around.

" Huh ? What for ? We don't need any hostage ! And don't decide this on your own, especially for what I can do !" exclaimed Zeldoris.

" I sympathy with your pain." declared Morgan, turning to Estarossa.

" My … pain ?!" repeated Estarossa, puzzled.

" I too have a little brother. I know what it is." she sighed.

" Snort !"

"What that's supposed to mean ?" asked Zeldoris.

Morgan didn't even bore to look at him.

" Anyway Estarossa, why do you think we need a hostage ?"

"Because dear brother, we still don't know where the king of this place is. Since she's royalty she'll be useful to force him out. Hostages are strategic. And I bet he's the one who cause us so much trouble." explained Estarossa, looking at Morgan.

"Hmph. Fine, you have a point in here. Lock her in the dungeon cells." concluded Zeldoris.

He turned his back and went to sit back on the throne. Estarossa picked up Morgan under his arm again.

" I can walk you know ?" she sighed.

"Then consider it a favour in consideration of your rank, princess." he said.

" Oooh I'm moved by your charming manners, sir Estarossa. You should give lessons to our knights." ironized Morgan.

Estarossa glanced at her with a smile. A quarter of an hour later, they were arrived. The demon opened a jail and throwed her in.

" Welcome to your new apartments. Hope you'll like it." he said while closing the door.

Morgan stood up, and tidied her outfit.

" Well, it essentially lacks objects to throw against the walls, but I will deal with it." she responded.

Estarossa left. Morgan sat on the poor excuse for a bed, then folded her knees against her. So, demons were real huh. She heard of them as everyone else of course. Intruders in her kingdom. For all she knew, Arthur was alive. That, was a good new and a relief. No demon has the right to hurt her, another good point for her. Now what to do ? First thing : not irritate her jailers. Estarossa seemed the calm type, but the other one in revenge … second thing, she was in her home. She knew that castle like no else, she and Arthur had explored it to the fullest when they were kids. No secret passage was unknown to her. Her cell wasn't locked with magic. So she could easily escape from here.

" But where am I supposed to go ? I could gather information as well. If could find a way to transmit them …" she thought.

Her hope for now was that her paid companions had found Arthur. He'll find a way to manifest himself, to get in touch with her. Plus, she got a hunch that those demons wouldn't hesitate to use her people to make her obey. So no escaping. Another thought crossed her mind.

"On the other hand … I'll certainly be restful in here. Nothing to do for once."

That was … interesting.

On the evening, Estarossa came back. Zeldoris had declared that since he brought a hostage, he'll have to take care of it. No demon was small nor slim enough to went down the jails. That's how he found himself bringing her her meal.

" There." he said.

He tended her a plate through a space designed for that task. Morgan went to take it. A weird, with bubbles, greenish she didn't know what was on the plate.

" Is that … what I was talking about earlier, an object to throw against a wall ?" she asked.

" That's your meal." replied Estarossa.

" Oh. May I know who cooked it ?"

" Cusack. Zeldoris' weapon master."

" I seeee."

"Well, good appetite."

Morgan took a spoon, and tasted the food. She became almost as green as it.

" Bleargh ! Oh no, that certainly won't do it at all !"

The first night, she didn't eat. Estarossa went to bring her breakfast the next morning. Just as appetizing as her dinner. He brought back the dinner, a bit surprised she didn't touch it. The princess tasted the plate. Oh my ! Who in hell (note from author : yeah, exactly) could make such a horror ? Even a starved one would think twice before eating that. So, what should she do ? Her brown eyes fell on the lock. After an instant, she approached it, taking a spin from her hair. That done, she began to crochet the lock. Carefully, she climbed the stairs. Once upstairs, she looked around her and walked toward the closest secret passage. That's how she arrived at the corridors leading toward the kitchen.

Morgan checked her surrounding, before entering. She took some fruits, and went back to her jail. The fruits taste was delicious after that horror they gave her. Morgan threw her organic waste through the window. During the first week, she used to escape and bring back her food.

" Oooooh not again !" made Estarossa that day.

It was lunch time. From time to time demons did enjoy a good meal. Except that Cusack decided he would do the cooking. And it wasn't exaggerating saying that he was as gifted as Meliodas in that domain.

" What ?!" asked Cusack, after serving everyone.

" How in hell do you manage to ruin every recipe you try ?!" asked Estarossa, showing his plate.

Inside, an indescribable food. Zeldoris picked up a piece of it, and let it fall. Even he got to admit that it was tiresome. Estarossa pulled his plate.

" Master Zeldoris, what do you think about it ?" asked Cusack.

" Honestly ?"

" Well … yes."

" Horrible."

" But … I don't understand, I followed the recipe …"

Estarossa sighed, Zeldoris pushed his plate and left the table. His brother decided to bring his food to their prisoner. While walking, he reminded that she didn't ate anything for a whole week, at least not what he brought, but didn't seem starved as well. She must have stolen some food. How however … well, not that he could blame her for that. Suddenly, a weird idea crossed his mind. He arrived before the jail.

" Hey you." he threw.

"Hey the guy." she replied.

" You didn't eat anything. I've noticed."

A shiver ran through her back.

" I can understand why. This is pure trash."

" Then why give it to me ?" asked Morgan.

" Because none of us know how to cook. And I'm pretty tired of that junk as well. So here's my question : do you know how to cook ?"

Morgan frowned an eyebrow. Then, she left her bed where she was sitting, and came closer.

" Why do you want me to do it ?"

" Simple : you'll be useful and that will be something less for me to do. In a word, it'll benefit all of us." replied Estarossa.

Morgan raised her eyebrows. What a weird idea. But if you get to taste Cusack's cook just once … that wasn't so weird in the end. And at least, she'd be able to keep an eye on those demons.

" Very well. I'll handle the meals from now on. Just …"

" Yes ?"

" Don't lock me in anymore. It's useless." she said.

" So you've been escaping all this time. Without us to notice you, I'm impressed." he smiled.

Morgan's face remained without expression. Estarossa opened the door, she went out without hesitation. The princess went straight to the kitchen, where she immediately began to cook. Passing in the corridor a while later, Zeldoris noticed the good scent. Following it, he discovered the princess in the kitchen. Zeldoris rounded eyes, then walked to her with an authoritarian manner.

" What the hell are you doing out of your jail ?!" he yelled, once behind her.

" KYAH !"

Morgan made a turnabout and sent a pan straight to his face. Zeldoris stopped her by holding her wrist.

" Oh it's you Zelda."

" It's Zeldoris ! How did you got out and what the hell are you doing ?" repeated the demon.

"I'm cooking. Your brother asked me to do so." responded calmly Morgan.

" Huh ? But where do you think you are, to imagine you can wander where you want ?"

" I am home." she said, soft but firm voice.

Then, she took her wrist back and continue to cook. Zeldoris blinked, when called his older brother. That one arrived. The Demon King representative asked about what he learned. Estarossa confirmed it.

" Are you nuts ? She's a prisoner, and as such must remained locked up."

" I am still locked up." made Morgan, low voice.

They glanced at her. Estarossa explained that it couldn't hurt to change the cook, and to make the girl useful. Well, Zeldoris agreed even if he didn't show it.

" And if she tries to poison us ?" he asked.

" Well, if you're afraid about being poisoned, you can stay here and keep an eye on her." replied Estarossa.

" Tsssk ! It's not like we can be killed with poison anyway." made Zeldoris.

" So you have nothing to worry about then, Tetris." intervened Morgan, putting vegetables in a pot.

" Are you so stupid you can't even recall a name, or are you asking to be killed ?" retorted Zeldoris.

" Is he always tense like panties, or is it just today ?" asked Morgan to Estarossa, pointing his brother.

Comparing Zeldoris' nervousness with panties was so unexpected, and so weird that Estarossa just burst out laughing.

"WHAT ?!' exclaimed the interested one.

" I mean, you should stop yelling you would gain in authority so much." responded the princess.

Zeldoris' mood was now on storm incoming. Jus after the run for it mood. Estarossa who guessed it, prevented him for unsheathing his sword.

Meanwhile, in his secret HQ, a man announced to Arthur that four people were found outside. Nothing exceptional here, until the messenger announced they seemed high ranked. Intrigued, Arthur ordered to let them meet him. But when he recognized his sister's paid companion and their coachman, he frowned. Then, his breath went short due to fear. His purple eyes searched for Morgan.

" What … what are you doing here ? Whe … where is Morgan ?" he asked.

Nanachi glanced at the king. He perceived the panic in his voice. Who was that Morgan person ? The newcomers, well the women were in tears.

" Morgan-sama … she …" began one of them.

" Well ?!" said Arthur, impatiently.

" They got her. We … encountered this demon … a man on his shoulder … he captured her."

Arthur's face just got white. His body even shivered. Then, he just gushed from his chair and rushed to the exit.

" Arthur-sama !" yelled a knight.

" King Arthur wait !" added Nanachi.

" You can't go." made a round cat, perched on Arthur's shoulder.

Nanachi caught up with the king, and grabbed his shoulders.

" LET ME GO !" roared Arthur.

" You can't ! Please your majesty regain your senses !"

" I must go … I must help my sister !" exclaimed Arthur, struggling.

"I understand, but you'll need a plan, and I'm not even sure we can approach the castle." made Nanashi.

" I must… I have to … I can't abandon her. I must let her know she isn't left alone, so LET ME GO !"

He managed to escape. Evening was here, night was about to fall. Arthur ran to the castle. The cat on his shoulder tried to knock sense into him. But Arthur could not be persuaded, leave alone in the mood for lecture. So he sent the cat flying behind him. Before anyone could do anything, Arthur was outside. As demons were still roaming, his first move was to kill them. But he immediately thought that it would be the best way to get spotted. A way to put Morgan in even more danger. Restraining his feeling, Arthur sneaked in the streets. He noticed that Nanashi followed him. The man didn't try to stop him : apparently that was vain.

Finally, with many precautions, a demon killed, they arrived at the castle. Arthur was about to went towards jails side, when he heard a voice. A song. The young king sighed in relief.

" Hm ? That's her isn't it ?" asked Nanashi.

"Hush now. I need to hear it."

Arthur closed in eyes, concentrated. Nanashi blinked. Then listening as well, he remarked that the song was in an ancient language. Could it be … that she was communicating ? Nanashi glanced at Arthur. He suddenly startled, looking shocked.

" No … sis, you can't be serious …"

Nanashi heard a sentence being repeated. Arthur tightened his fists and his teeth. After an instant, he knocked a wall. Head lowered, he let a sigh. Then joining his hands he imitated the song of a bird in a special way. Just after, the song ended. Up in her room, Morgan smiled. Her brother got her message, and accepted it. Time to prepare for sleeping. Once in her bed, she thought about her situation. First, she wasn't looked up anymore. Second, she had found a way to communicate with Arthur and he responded. Those demons had an overwhelming presence, and she would be lying saying she wasn't afraid.

" On the other hand, when one looks at them their physical appearance isn't that scary. Estarossa seems bored most of the time, Zeldoris looks like a capricious kid, that Chandler keeps whining about his master … as for Cusack he's only interested in his master as well. So I should be fine."

She'll transmit everything she could to her brother.