Hylia never defeated Demise and instead sacrificed her life to give the humans a hero. A hero that no one knew existed. Only the Demon Lord and the Demon King knew the life of a blond haired, sky blue eyed boy who was born to bring peace once more. Would he even get the chance though?

For a usual day in hell, today was quiet.

Ghirahim walked through the halls of the castle built in the place of the Temple of Hylia, elegance beyond description. Crimson red carpet completed with coal black walls, this was Demise's part of the castle. Servants always ran in and out, hurrying to please the Demon King to see another sun-rise; if they were lucky.

The castle was split into two parts. One was Demise's part of the castle, (the bigger half) and the rest was Ghirahim's. The two Demons had their part in making sure that their world was molded into the perfect image of hell, and without a goddess once a person died, they were left to wander the surface forever until one of pure good ruled the heavens once more.

Ghirahim, in charge of discipline. He enforced the rules and the smallest slip-up could lead to torture, hours of torture. Demise made the rules, molded people into perfect slaves, and was the maker of everything. Of course not humans, but Demise made evil. He made child eating plants, he made monstrous storms, he made demons that terrorized the people.

Ghirahim came upon two large red doors with golden decoration around the edges. Demise did have a great taste in decoration. Ghirahim opened the doors and walked into the throne room buzzing with terrified servants and body guards, not that Demise needed them. Demise took notice of his trustful servant and clapped twice, everyone leaving the Demon Lord and King to talk.

Ghirahim approached the throne and bowed once he was at Demise's feet.

"Master, you have called for me?" Ghirahim asked respectfully. Years of being a close servant, Ghirahim knew not to piss off the Demon King.

"Ghirahim, your early. I asked for you to come around four yet your here at three thirty." Ghirahim looked up in shock. "Well done." Ghirahim looked to the ground once more, still in a bowing position. Ghirahim had an awful habit of being late to everything, the fact he was here early was a mistake.

"Yes Master, I came early to prove my loyalty." Ghirahim lied. He only came because his idiots he called, "Bokoblins" said he was late.

"I have a surprise for you. Today is your 300th year of true loyalty, I arranged a special gift as a token of my appreciation, I'm quite pleased with this fine piece of art and I'm sure you'll be impressed too." Demise motioned for Ghirahim to stand and he did. Demise looked to the doors behind him where two guards waited anxiously. "Bring it in."

Ghirahim was excited yet fearful to see what his gift would be. Demise seemed happy, so he should be happy.

The doors behind Demise's throne opened up and two guards in black armor brought in a child with dirty blonde hair. He wore nothing but torn up tan pants with his hands chained together behind his back, his wounds bare for all to see. Whip lashes, bruises, places where he was stabbed with a sword, they could see it all. Once next to Demise, a guard kicked the back of his knees and the boy fell into a bowing position.

"Master that's... It can't be...?" Ghirahim felt the purity from the boy. He could feel Hylia's blessing upon the child, oh, and how he absolutely reeked of kindness.

"It is. This child is Hylia's last hope. I found him when he was five, poor little guy. I kidnapped him, trained him, and ten years later, he's the perfect slave. No resistance, not a trace of defiance, nothing. Besides, you now what to do with someone like him." Demise grabbed the boy's hair forcing him to look at Ghirahim.

"Look at him, he's weak." Ghirahim snickered. The boy's features held a sad, fearful, and dead look at the same time. His skin smelt of blood, his body was so thin you could see his bones.

"Don't underestimate this one. Even at age five, I used punishment meant for adults, he didn't break until he was ten." Demise roughly pushed the boy's head back down to stare at the ground.

"Did you allow this one to talk?"

"No, I fixed him. Now Ghirahim, take care of him. I will not be getting you a new pet. Now leave. You and I have duties to take care of. If you have any problems with him, I'll be glad to teach him some lessons." The boy started shaking in fear.

"I think I can handle him. But, what is his name?"

"Link."

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