Author Note: I originally wrote this a while ago for the villain of a non-fanfiction novel I was going to write. I went back and read it today and was like, "Hey, this reminds me of Ghirahim!" So I fixed it up and here it is, a bit of insight into our favorite fabulous demon lord.
Disclaimer: Nintendo owns Ghirahim and the Legend of Zelda.
No one was quite sure who he was. No one knew his name, where he came from, or what he wanted.
No, they did know what he wanted.
He wanted blood. He wanted pain. He wanted death.
Monster, monster, monster?
But no one knew why.
He forged alliances and broke them. He schemed and plotted and found himself rising to the top.
Ambition. Ambition drove him. Desire for power, and he didn't care who he stepped on to get it.
Monster, monster, monster?
He had no morals. He deceived to win their trust and then betrayed them without regret.
He was a thief. He stole light and joy and love. He stole lives.
He was like a cat. He walked like a cat and talked like a cat and hissed and purred and spat like a cat.
His claws were sharp like a cat's.
Monster, monster, monster?
He was the demon, the boogeyman, the shadow that mean older brothers tell their siblings about at night.
He never took a backwards step, never stopped to wonder if pain and sorrow were truly what he wanted.
He never knew that love and joy were more filling than death and despair.
Because he never knew love and joy.
He had no heart. He had no soul.
He never felt.
Monster, monster, monster?
But was he really what they said, deep inside? Was he truly a monster, monster, monster? Behind the coldness and blackness, was he insecure, afraid, alone?
Deep inside…
He had no morals, he had no kindness, he had no scrap or shred of pity. He was a thief, a traitor, a monster, monster, monster.
But in his heart of hearts, he loved…
Himself.
Monster, monster, monster