In a dark, stone chamber, with mountains of the shiniest gemstones to ever to exist in this world, it sat meditating. Flashing through it's mind were several various geological formations, ranging from icy mountains to lush forests, to magma-filled chasms, and everything in between. It searched intensely, the procedure appearing to have been painful. With every passing moment, it's breathing became more deep, and more reserved. Yet it continued to press on, no matter what the costs.
This had been continuing for days on end, and it received no sleep. Of course, it did not mind; sleep was hardly required, as it had more important duties to accomplish; sleep it had always forsaken, even loathed. But perhaps it WOULD'VE been helpful, it thought as it continuously exhausted it's energy. But it was far too late for that. It had taken days to come this far in it's psychic search. To give up now would make all of it's hard work for naught.
Suddenly, it grinned. It's Search was finally over. Concentrating hard, for one final burst, it's dark blue magic took the form of a large, man-shaped being, and out stepped a dark warlock, ginger-haired and bearded, donning armor as black as his heart. Upon arrival, he flashed a wicked smile.
"You found success, I presume?" He asked.
"I have located it, yes." It replied, it's voice being warped and echoing. "As for obtaining it, I trust this will not be an issue for you?"
"You have my word," the Warlock replied.
It paused for a moment. Memories began to flood it's mind; flashing several images and words, until it had reached these very words, spoken once before, by this very man. "You have still not convinced me that I can trust YOUR word, Gerudo!"
"I assure you, I would not DARE double cross you-"
"-Without a tremendous power source to use against me!" It Bellowed. The Warlock took a few steps backward. It's voice was tremendous and powerful. "I hope that one day, I may regain your trust. For now, though," It said, it's magic engulfing the Warlock's arm. "I think a reminder is in order."
In a quick ripping motion, the aura shot back from His arm, and the Warlock shouted in agony as all of the flesh and muscle on his arm corroded. Within seconds, his left arm was nothing more than a rotting, bloody, dead husk of it's former self. The being approached the Warlock, as he stood hunched over, panting in pain.
"Do NOT Disappoint Me."