"I'm not really sure how to add notes, so hopefully this is right... Anyway, I'm Vik and I finally decided to join . For now I'm just bringing over chapters from a fic I had written and published to DeviantArt quite some time ago. Due to this I may decide to edit the chapters in the future, but for now I'm just copying and pasting. I hope you enjoy the story!" -DiamondLordVik
It was some time past the beginning of time, but a long time coming to the end. I was just brought into existence, and the environment provided a painful sensory overload. The first thing that came into focus was a man I knew to be my creator, my master. He was a huge man, a tall, muscular build. He stood at what I would guess to be roughly eleven feet. Atop his head was a mass of flaming hair, which was highly contrasting with the dark tone of his skin. He had small features in comparison with the rest of his body. Most prominent of these were his small, red eyes. They held a hatred of a magnitude that I could not comprehend, and the man only seemed to just be realizing it. He was very foreboding.
His image left me feeling uncomfortable, and so I briefly took a look around my surroundings. It seemed that I was in a forest of some sort. There were hundreds of towering trees, vibrant shrubs, green grass, all so vibrant. I could tell that this was a place full of life. No shortage in a food source, very accommodating to a variety of creatures, and I could hear the rush of a waterfall in the distance. Only making a stronger point of my hypothesis, I could hear the rustling of foliage, buzzing of insects, along with a chorus of chirping birds. I glanced up and saw the rays of the sun blazing through the leaves of the trees. It causes me to narrow my eyes in discomfort, averting my gaze.
At that moment, my master addressed me with a voice that held authority and a deep tone.
"Ghirahim," He said. I knew it instantly as my name, despite never having heard it before.
"I am Demise, though you are to refer to me only as Master. This place is known as Faron Woods. It is to be your home for the duration of your existence. I've constructed a residence at which you will reside. For the time being, your biggest concern will be to train to one day serve me. Your lessons will begin as of now. Come."
I was sitting in my library now, recalling my first moments in this world. Glancing out the window at the familiar land, I remembered all the grueling training which Master had forced upon me. I did resent him, but I cannot say that I didn't appreciate that which the Demon King had done for me. To some extent. Because of him, I had become a powerful Demon Lord. I ruled over the surface, using an arsenal of powerful spells to ensure that no creature would dare to dispute my power. But those things had no relevance to the true reason in why I had been taught magic. Why I'd even been created. You see, it was a few decades before the banishment of my master by the Goddess Hylia. As much as I despise my master, I truly believe that that woman is the one in the wrong. She and the Demon King had created this land together. A place that they could live comfortably for eternity. But that would soon change. The Goddess chose to create a new race. She gave them the land, cared for them, and never letting them want for a single thing. In fact, she thought it necessary to create a source of unimaginable power that would grant the wishes of any man that possessed it. Naturally, my master grew jealous. He had not agreed with the creation of the humans in the first place, and now he had become outraged at the sheer disregard that Hylia paid him. He wanted that power source for himself, to get rid of the humans that had encroached on his territory. In doing so, he angered the Goddess. Knowing that he would soon be banished, made to leave her precious creations, he brought me into existence. And in the time that he had left, he taught me all that I would need to know to avenge him. And that was just what I would do.
I stood from my nook, taking a brief glance around the huge room. It contained books that my master had prepared for me, full of the knowledge of the world over the centuries. He'd prepared spell books as well for me to continue my studies long after he'd gone. There wasn't a single wall in the room that did not hold a sprawling bookcase. In the center of the room, I had a desk and a group of chairs where I could sit and read. There was a skylight overhead to provide the best lighting possible, which was only magnified by the reflective white surface of the walls.
I padded across the room, exiting into the bright world of Faron Woods. I had a feeling that I should begin preparation for the Goddess reincarnate and her so called hero of time. With a deep breath, and the slightest furrowing of my brow, I concentrated on bringing into existence an array of monsters. Some of the creatures that my master provided me with for this particular moment in time included: Bokoblins. These were some of my least favorite monsters to deal with. They were virtually useless with their low intelligence and small stature, and can really only focus on one thing at a time. Making them easily distracted and done away with. And they were so ridiculously needy. One would think that a monster of all things could handle itself on its own, but these creatures seemed to always need a word of approval. It got on my nerves. But not all the monsters were like that. Others on the list are venomous Deku Babas, Deku Hornets, Chu Chus, Keese, or Oktoroks. I didn't mind any of these others nearly as much. Regardless of my own personal opinion, I snapped my fingers and called forth a small army of the different beasts, immediately feeling drained from excess magic usage. I held my fingers to my temples and went back inside for a heart potion and to rest. I would need my energy for the work that tomorrow would bring.
I awoke in the morning, feeling the sharpest pain I had ever experienced in my head. Master was awake.
"It's time, Ghirahim. You must pull the girl from her place in the sky. Her journey to fully awaken begins now. Tomorrow, the Hero of Time will come to Faron Woods in search of the Spirit Maiden. You must prepare for his arrival." His deep voice echoed within my head.
"I'm ahead of the plan already, Master." I got out of bed and proceeded to ready myself for the Goddess' arrival. My master may be frustrated with me, but I was not about to show my face outside without a shower and breakfast.
When I was finally ready, I exited my mansion and called on Demise for the Goddess' location. I couldn't steal her away while lacking her whereabouts. Much to my convenience, the girl was out flying on those ridiculous large birds just a few miles from here. I smiled to myself as I began focusing my energy to bring forth a large and menacing tornado with which to pluck the Spirit Maiden from the sky. As planned, I saw it appear in the exact place as Demise had ordered me to place it. Now to just guide it to a clear and inconspicuous place. The girl would not be allowed the right to know the location of my mansion. I need not jeopardize myself while doing my master's bidding. With a snap of my fingers, I found myself standing in the middle of the clearing before the ancient viewing platform. It was truly a wonderful piece of architecture, I must admit. Constructed with immaculate white stone, carved into beautiful patterns, and when standing atop it, one was granted view of most of the woods. It stood in front of the entrance to Faron's temple, and behind the great tree. It would provide the perfect space for me to collect the Goddess, as Faron's temple was the first of three holy springs to which I must take the girl for her complete spiritual awakening.
As I thought about this, the gold-black tornado came spiraling toward me. I snapped my fingers, calling it to a halt, and lowered the Spirit Maiden to the ground. As I was about to approach the terrified girl, a wretched Sheikah, ancient servants of the Goddess, came forth and snatched her away from me. I stared, seething, at the place that the girl had sat only moments ago. I let loose an angered cry, fists clenched in fury. She would feel my wrath in the near future. She would regret ever having come into my sight. But catching her would be quite a feat. There was only one way the woman would have come to this place. Through the Gate of Time. I would find it. Eventually.
I glanced to the side as a blur of red entered my peripheral vision. Scowling, I called out my black rapier and thrust it mercilessly into the stomach of the unsuspecting Bokoblin. Though I was still infuriated, my blood lust was now temporarily sated. I smiled at the crimson fluid coating my blade. The colors contrasted beautifully. I couldn't hold back the giggle that I'd built up at the thought that soon, I could be looking at the same blade covered in the blood of the Hero of Time. As uncivilized as this made me seem, I simply couldn't resist my demonic nature from time to time. Unable to restrain my anticipation, I contacted my master, questioning when the boy would be arriving. With a deep groan, he responded, informing me that the boy would not be arriving until the next morning, as well as commanding me to get a hold of my excitement. I growled in response, but returned to my mansion despite this. There was no reason for staying in the woods waiting for someone who would not arrive until the next day.