Tampered History

"All through life, the both of them were tied by that thread of fate that bonded them to their lighter halves. Shadows of the ones who stood up and shone in the light of glory and were beings of darkness, created by their maniacal masters, refined to the sole purpose of extinguishing their counterparts. They were assassins. The perfect warriors. complete copies of their lighter halves. They were, in theory, impossible to be disposed of. They were bound by that thread of fate to their counterparts. If one dies, the other will too. Maybe not physically, but emotionally, of course. Though they were duplicates forged by hatred and darkness, the two also had every emotion packed into them. Happiness, sadness, fear, love, hatred, lust, angst. They were all too perfect to be controlled, especially if they had emotions. Even with their masters' powerful control over them, they still had their agendas filled with what they wanted to do. Fate, had them set for what they wanted most. Their emotions, making them want who they want. Their happiness, being found in that of their lighter halves. Their sadness, whenever they got hurt both emotionally and physically. Their fear, if ever they lost their counterparts for good. Their hatred, for those who controlled them from birth. Their angst, for the times they hadn't had the chance to tell their halves. Their lust and love..."

The emblem prince, his azure hair hung over his eyes and body shining in a faint sunlight seeping in through a window, closes the book he was holding softly. He sighs in content, as he walks back through the rows and rows of books, finding the exact spot from where he had taken it. Upon finding the place, he carefully places the book into its spot, but not before noticing two familiar faces. The Hylian and the Angel. Two of the most valiant warriors and the best of friends. Marth sighs once more, thinking back to what he had just read. Shadows.

"One, born of a demon Goddess, filled with rage and anger. Dark, silent wings and the most potent of attitudes. The other, a sly and cunning creature. An exact copy of the Hero of Ages, down to the blessed Sword and Shield, created by the Dark Lord."

Marth raises an eyebrow, looking at the two friends reading silently, their hands tightly clasped around each other, each reading their own separate book. Of course, it was inevitable. The Hylian was, at the beginning of their meet, head over heels for the baby faced angel. With snowy wings, as gentle as a morning breeze whenever they flapped. A boyish attitude to contradict the man's own seriousness and a smile that cheered up anyone also was noted. The angel, in the same, was all too attracted to the powerful swordsman. He was, after all, one of the most popular and charismatic fighters and his Courage led him to be a noble and caring person. Once the two came out, there was as always, controversy. Marth shows a weak smile as he remembers what had happened.

Palutena, was furious. Absolutely red with anger. Her precious Royal Guardsman, the elite, the top of his class, to be enticed by a mortal, a man nonetheless. It was unheard of. Chaos almost erupted. And as for the Angel, he was shunned, beaten, sometimes even maimed. He was considered an outcast in his Realm. An abomination. It was pure torture for the young man, with no one to turn to and no one to be there for him. He was, in every sense of the word, alone.

The Hylian, had things just much better. It was hell, before he had met the damsel who he had saved from the Dark Lord, who was kind and considerate. She was open minded, the perfect eternal bearer of the soul of Hylia and the Crest of Wisdom. She, in turn, had given the swordsman, and whoever had the preference, free will and protection from any harm. The decree, since it was technically made by a Goddess, carried over to every other Realm. including the Angel's. And once the two met, the worlds collided, and a spark of love was born.

The Emblem Prince smiles, looking at the couple, thinking of what they had to go through, just to be together. Just so that they may have who they want. Who they needed. Who they trusted and ultimately loved and cared for. Then, thoughts race to what their dark counterparts had to endure. The dark ones. The fallen warriors. Their own shadows. Would they have had to endure everything the same way the Angel had to? Marth, as per usual, was eager to know.

Getting to know the one who created the shadow of the Hylian was more or less easy. The Dark Lord himself was invited to fight for the deity that resided over the lands. Though cunning and powerful, more than any other being the Prince had known, the man was physically slow. Yet undoubtedly Marth knew that he was the key to knowing who the shadow really was. It would be hard to coax the words out of the Dark Lord's mouth but nonetheless it would be worth it. At once, the Altean prince walks out of the silent room, leaving the Angel to rest his head upon his lover's shoulder.

Marth was, on his own behalf a noble man who considered his friends his greatest allies, even the likes of the arrogant Dreamland "Emperor-Kaiser-Overlord" and the malevolent King of Koopas. He was also, yet another man who preferred the same sex. He was the first of the few to come out with his sexuality, gaining momentous support, save for the man whom he had loved. The Crimean. Ike Greil. Though having been beaten and scarred, Marth endured it all, considering that he had the passion to continue to love his tormentor. He loved him. Truly he did. In truth, Marth was willing to do anything for Ike. Even die. Then, the worst thing happened.


Marth cringes as he stops at the intricate gold lined, gem encrusted, solid dark marble door of the Dark Lord's room. He puts a hand to his side. The scar was still there. A permanent reminder of the past, the very one that haunted him when he came back, and out of jealousy and rage, sliced open the Prince's side. Roy. Marth's unofficial ex boyfriend. He had forced himself upon Marth the day they met, wanting more and more of the Altean until he could no longer put out. Marth called for help, asking the great deity to send his tormentor away. He did, Roy being erased from the land, but not before swearing an ultimate vengeance. The slash, was what he meant. Yet even afterwards, while he was recovering, the man who had tortured him, came to love him. Ike was there when Marth first opened his eyes in a while and gave him a kiss. Something the Prince had wanted to have for such a long time. Marth sighs, taking the hand off of the stitched up wound, and knocking upon the door.

Silence.

He tries again, this time with a melodic manner and with more force.

This time, he is greeted with an answer. A gruff one, but an answer. The Dark Lord looms over the effeminate prince, deep set, amber eyes, an eternal menacing scowl plastered upon his dark skinned face. Yet surprisingly, for once the man smiles. He greets the royal with a gesture, smiling and asking him to come into his abode. The Altean laughs, bowing before the fellow man of royal blood a

nd entering as he had been invited to do so. Inside, the room was surprisingly well furnished. An ornamental chandelier hung from the centre of the large circular living room, ottoman couches lining the inner circle where the room descends. Decorative plants and other expensive items lined intricately sculpted columns standing around the room. The Dark Lord offers the young man a seat. He takes it.

"So, why has a man of royal blood stepped in the abode of another?" Ganondorf gruffly speaks, his usual baritone voice always set at a condescending tone.

"Well I've come to ask you about someone," Marth replies, voice as strong as a true leader, "Someone whom you've met?"

"I have met many people in the past, my Prince. Wether it had been a good meeting or a bad, I have met countless people and they have met me. And as of yet, I cannot be sure as to who you are speaking of, so tell me."

"I am sure you know the Hero of Ages? Link?"

"The Spirit of the Hero destined to fight me alongside the soul of the Goddess Hylia? Forever to wield the Crest of Courage and to suffer generation after generation of my wrath, cursed by my own darkened soul, the Demon King Demise. Of course. He has defeated me many times...but then that is the Demon King talking. Yes, Link and I are somewhat close. Yet even that has its extents. Why do you ask of him?"

"Well what of his Shadow?"

The Dark Lord scowls, grunting. He looks at the deep mahogany carpet that covered the entirety of the living room. His eyes sped from one corner of the space to the other. He mutters something, but then pauses. He looks up to stare deep into Marth's deep blue eyes. He smiles, the second time now. Impressive for a man like Ganondorf.

"Ah yes. Dark Link." Ganondorf smirks, "He was, years ago, my creation. A being made of pure darkness, to be modelled after that of the Hero, even down to the last fibre of hair. He was a perfect creature, to be moulded and transformed into a being of pure power and ability. Though he was a clone of the Hero, he still needed to grow and learn. And it so happened that I had to create a young boy from pure darkness; a moulded shadow to be trained by me, to create that bond that can only be between a father and son. Dark, was a conceited man, thinking that he can do anything. Yet through that brashness, he was also sly and cunning, developing a strategy even when he is almost beaten. Once he was mature, the man wanted to destroy Link, yet I could see through everything. Even though I had raised and created the perfect creature to finally end my enemy, he had developed something I could never have predicted."

Marth cocks his head to the side, somewhat knowing what the Dark Lord had to say.

"He of course, developed emotions. Significantly, a love. Not to destroy and hurt the man whom he was to kill, but rather a caring and compassion for his other half. He wanted his lighter side. For that, I opposed him. Yes, I was young, but I wanted to get the job done! I told him of what the consequences would be, if his lighter half was to live. He denied everything I said, letting emotion take over. I knew of the bonds I had to create with Link in order to create Dark. They had the same mindset, the same attributes. They were connected, in a way. It was almost as if I had created another Link. Dark revolted against me, trying to end my life. I of course, cast him out, sealing him into the Water Temple of Old Hyrule. From what I had heard, he eventually came across Link. Then, nothing. After that encounter with Link, I have had little clue of what happened to him. The one who I considered a son..."

Marth stares on, surprised of Ganondorf's sudden turn of emotion. Now, for an odd reason, the man of darkness felt an anguish for the one who had tried to kill him.

"A-And what of his sudden attraction to Link?" Marth suddenly speaks, catching Ganon by surprise.

"Well, it was complicated. I never thought that Link himself would come to the Water Temple. It was horribly built, just to keep out intruders and to get to Dark, he had to cross pool after pool of water, some several hundred meters deep. Yet even then, he endured. I'm sure he had felt a connection towards Dark, maybe not one that is intimate, but more of a brotherly affection. That connection may have drove the man to at least meet Dark, or save him from imprisonment. Perhaps this is why Dark was so infatuated with Link."

"So, what happened after Link met his shadow?"

"The last time I sensed Dark's connection...was when he and Link duelled."

"I thought Dark was in love with his lighter half? As all Shadows are supposed to do."

"Yes well, that wasn't the case. I had realized that the connection I had with Dark was a two way link; pardon the pun. I gained complete control of my son..."

"And that caused Link to retaliate and ultimately..."

"No, Dark isn't dead...as far as I know. Though he may dormant. Though many believe that the Shadow had been cast out and left to die, he, in reality is in a mere slumber."

"Well why couldn't you feel the connection with him?!"

"The forces that keep him asleep are too great, even for the Demon King's soul to usurp and destroy. He is blocked, kept from the outside world, sealed deep within the firey depths of a dark world, void of all life but the souls of those departed and the creatures that will eternally torment them. Hades."

"O-Oh...so...I cannot get to him?"

"Perhaps, unless there is something more you need to ask of me?"

"Yes, one last thing," Marth smiles, "What about Pit?"

"Kuro? The Fallen Angel?" Ganondorf growls is surprise, "Well all I know from texts is that he is a being mostly like Dark. Created by the Demon Goddess. Medusa. She created him in the same hope that I had. To destroy his lighter half. At first, he was obedient, carrying out orders as he is supposed to. Then, the emotions started to develop once more. Kuro decided who he was and who he really did want, and fought for it. He killed Medusa, decapitating her as she and her forces sieged upon Skyworld and almost extinguished Pit's life. Yet, in all it wasn't happy endings. Palutena still saw the Fallen Angel as a threat and cast him out, much to his dismay. As he walked out of the Goddess' palace, the headless corpse of Medusa arose from the clouds, clutching Kuro and dragging him down with her into the depths of who knows where."

"Well where does Medusa usually reside in?" Marth smirks.

"Hades, of course. But she's dead. Her head is now a stone monument, crowning Palutena's throne room. Though there is the last part to Kuro's story."

Ganon takes a breath. "After he left Skyworld, the Goddess placed a barrier between her lands and those below, fearing that another threat would rise against her and the Angels. Kuro, was separated eternally from whom he loved, and that drove him mad, sending him over the edge."

"Still, if Medusa's dead then Kuro's free. And if her body landed in Hades, wouldn't he be there as well?"

"Perhaps, Prince Marth, but then there's the fact that we aren't allowed to go to Hades, nor can we have a means of locating the entrance to it's depths."

The Altean Prince furrows his brow, looking down. "There is always a way, Lord Ganondorf. I need to get to both Shadows, to find out what they are truly like, and if they still hold that love for their lighter halves."

"Hmph. It shall be a long journey, Prince Marth. I offer myself to be of service. I wish to see my son once again."

"Granted, Lord Ganondorf. We shall need others in our party, and I have a feeling who would want to join."

"Understood. Shall this be a formal departure, or will it be under wraps from Master Hand?"

"The former. And if he does not comply with our plans, then the latter. One way or another, we will get to the Shadows."


The Hylian's eyes flutter open. Cerulean orbs gazing upwards to a furnished, chocolate brown, wooden ceiling. He feels something upon his chest. The upbeat and soft thumps of a beating heart and what he can only make out as "weight". It was the Angel. His angel. His one and only lover. The elven man chuckles softly, trying not to wake the brown haired young man. He admired everything about the boy as his soft, angelic wings curled around him. That sensual touch almost drove Link insane. It's been almost a year since the two had hitched, and it was perfect from the start. The Hylian reminisces, holding his lover close in their special corner of the library as a familiar blue haired man watches. He smiles, quietly walking up to the couple.

"Hey Link," Ike tries to whisper, careful not to wake the Angel sleeping peacefully, "Have you seen Marth anywhere?"

The Hylian shrugs, breathing in deeply and slowly. He was completely entranced by his Angel. Ike rolls his eyes and smirks.

"I'll look for him somewhere else. Wake up Sleeping Beauty in a few minutes. It's almost dinner time."

The Hylian nods, moving a hand to Pit's head and caressing his hair, minding the golden laurel that always sat upon it. He truly was in love with his Angel, and the same could be said for him. Though, deep within the young man's consciousness, there was the looming fact that he was still shunned by his people. Palutena, his Goddess, forever hated him just because he loved Link. And Hylia's decree had made it worse. Palutena almost destroyed heaven and earth in a blind fury, if not for the intervention of a dark power to level her anger. Pit sighs in his sleep, a tear escaping his closed eyes. It wasn't fair as to why he was treated this way by Palutena. It wasn't fair how Marth had better reception from other people.

Marth.

True, the Angel was jealous of the effeminate man. But it was a friendly jealously. Nothing that serious. It was a sense of admiration, of course. The way he was brave enough to stand for what he wanted and endured for so long and didn't give two shits about what anyone else said. The fact that he was well liked by almost everyone. But then, he was also hated by his Goddess. If fact, she thought of all those who were of that preference to be disgusting filth and that carried on even to Pit. The Angel grumbles in his sleep, trying to keep in loose tears. Link, knew all too well of what he was thinking. He holds the angel tighter and closer and whispers in his ear, his hot breath just about waking the Angel.

"Don't worry," Link says in a slow, authorotative voice, "I'm here, Pit. Nothing can change that."

"I know, Rinku,"Pit mutters, "And for that, I'll always be there for you."


Hades. The land of the dead and the Realm of Demons. Hell. A wasteland of no return to the living. Fires rage eternally, the only source of water being that of the accursed river Styx, named so after the creature that resides within. With that, the river flows from a source, from what was once Medusa's throne. Eons upon eons ago, the river used to run red with blood, the Demon Goddess always wanting to fill her lust for flesh. Now, those days were over, but the suffering of those who had done wrong in life continue, under the rule of a madman. The boatman, the creature known as Charon tried to take the throne, but was immediately put back in his place. A Lernean Hydra ravaged its way to be the ruler of Hades, but fell short, its heads being cut off in one slash of the Reaper's Scythe. The Reaper too, stood to take the throne.

But was sent into the river by the Shadow to be devoured by the beast in the waters. Kuro, having been driven mad, usurped the throne, now ruling the Underworld with an iron fist. With him, the wretched creatures that many have defeated in the past. The Zebesian dragon known as Ridley lies by his side, his ultimate second in command.

"The time has come!" the Fallen Angel's voice echoes throughout the Realm, "For either our lands to fall...or for it to rise back into the world of the living! Which do you so choose?!"

Before him, the hordes of common enemies, maimed and mutilated, screech and roar in agreement. Squashed Goombas and burnt Koopas. Maimed Deseegas, zombified Space Pirates, Covern, and ripped apart Geemers. Redeads and Dark Keese.

"Then it is settled. Hades RISES!"

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Well hello, everyone! I'll be wrapping up Shades of Dignity soon so I decided to start up a new story! This and Shades are partner stories so if you need some background info, go to that one! The main reason why I'm writing this is because well...it's basically the main reason I write.

*INCOMING FEELS*

The thing is...the reason I write is because I like to express my emotions and put them into the characters I write about. For example. In Shades of Grey I wrote about Marth's struggle to get Ike to love him. That's me right now. I try and try and yet I can never do anything justice. It's just like the world is beating down on me and I just want to cry. But I don't. No. I let my emotions run dry through writing and art. But then a few tears do escape here and there...

*FEELS OVER*

And because I don't write that much Link x Pit... :3
Anyways, I hope this long chapter satisfies you guys as a First Chapter! :D

Remember to Read and Review as always! OH! I almost forgot!

I'm thinking of changing my username to something more to heart. Please do comment if you want me to change it to these:

A) VincentKuro
B) KuroSenpai
C) KuroKun (I have nicknames...)

And for shits and giggles:

D) MegatronYouSoSexy
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F) ShockwaveIsIllogical
G) Keep it as Dalektopia