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As the door slammed shut on the last demon, Demise slumped back against his throne with a heavy sigh. All day long it had been one complaining subject after another. From a human rebel attack in one region, to a slave uprising in another…the universe seemed intent on keeping him busy and stressed.
He closed his eyes wearily as he heard the throne room doors open. "I thought that was the end of the supplicants," he growled. "What is it you want?"
"Master, are you all right?"
Demise looked up to see his sword and the former hero watching him worriedly. Upon seeing the weariness in their master's face, Ghirahim and Link quickly hurried to Demise's side and began rubbing over the scales on his back.
"Poor Master," the sword spirit said softly. "So much work to do and no time to relax."
Demise groaned softly as he felt Ghirahim's talented fingers kneading away the knots in his back. His eyes closed, he missed the looks exchanged between his servants. The next thing he knew his sarong had been pushed back and Link was slowly rubbing his hands over the Demon King's feet.
Although he had not been standing most of the day, the feeling of the boy's fingers running over his feet felt amazingly good…especially when combined with Ghirahim's massage. Demise sighed and relaxed into the feeling, letting his servants work.
As the dual massage continued, Demise felt his stress and anger at his problems begin to fade, leaving exhaustion in their wake. He yawned suddenly, causing both of the others to laugh quietly as they continued their work. The Demon King shifted on his throne, attempting to locate a comfortable area for a nap but finding none. Unfortunate but perhaps it was time to turn in for the night anyway.
He shifted his feet slightly, allowing Link time to move before he stood. Casting a thankful smile at his two favorite servants, he slowly made his way out of the throne room and towards a peaceful night's sleep.