Ghirahim was pressed against the wall, listening quietly to what his master had to say.
"The war is ending soon. The last fight will be tomorrow. I will get the Triforce and I will no longer have need for my sword. Make his death... seem like an accident." His master's gravel-tone voice scratched down his back as the words sunk in.
He was no longer needed or wanted by his master and he was to die.
He clamped a hand over his mouth before taking off down the hall, his feet hardly making a sound.
Back in his room, he checked over the premises, making sure no spy spells were active and he found one, and quickly destroyed it. It didn't matter. He was going to die anyways, if he didn't take it down to prepare to run.
The sound of a teleportation spell ending filled his room. It wasn't the sharp sound of glass shattering against a wall, it was the sound of a bubble popping. Divine magic. The Demon Lord turned to see the goddess Hylia standing in the room, a small child gripping a set of three golden triangles glowing with a soft light in her arms.
"Hello, Ghirahim." She softly said. The demon blinked. "I won't hurt you. In fact, I'm helping you. My life will end tomorrow, and the Triforce will fall into Demise's hands. You'll die, amongst thousands of human and demon deaths after mine. This child, Link," She looked at the child, and that name sounded so very familiar, and the blue eyes that looked at him were the same as his. "You recognise him somewhat, don't you?"
He was reminded of the day he died, his side punctured by his own blade. He had shut himself away in his room for months, barely eating or sleeping, the dark shadows under his eyes only growing at the self-abuse, covered by a violet eyeshadow. Tears constantly streaked his face. He knew that the human would one day die... It still stung, and he had never expected the young life to be extinguished by a lucky strike his master got in. "Yes." His voice shook. "I recognise him." Those same blue eyes he woke up to beside in bed, his body happily singing of what they had done the night before.
"His parents are dead. Killed last night. You need to escape, I want the next hero protected." She held out a small blue diamond that looked like his. "The demon aura you produce and radiate... You'll be found quickly. This will take away your demonic power. Don't worry, you'll still be able to perform magic, but it will be divine." She set Link down and the toddler gripped her dress, holding onto the Triforce with his other hand. Hylia took one of his hands and pressed the blue diamond into it. It burned him to hold and she reached out and took the other diamond off. "When he's old enough to wield the Master Sword," She and Ghirahim looked down at the child. "When he's almost eighteen... That's fifteen years from now, you may have your old power back." She pressed a kiss to his forehead as she took the diamond from his hand and put it on the demon's ear.
"Now, run." She picked Link up. "There is a safe house where you can look after Link and raise him in the next province. They have never gone there, the demon hoards. You need to address yourself as human, and you will need to come up with a new name."
"I was Gira, once. That name hasn't belonged to me for three thousand years. Most people wouldn't know it was me." He looked at his arms. The removal of some of the source of his demonic energy had already given him his pale peach skin tone he had, and his hair had changed back to the pale, pale blonde that it once held. "I was once human, until the start of the war. Demise bonded his soul to me and why am I remembering all of what I had been through now?" He clutched at his head, tears streaking his face. "I couldn't remember much from what I had been like as a human, it hurt when they changed me, it hurt so very much, and I lost my human memories and ethics and everything, and I don't understand why it is all coming back at me now..." His shoulders shook.
Arms folded around him, and the goddess hugged him. "Gira, calm down. You'll be fine." She took his hand and Link's, and with a bright light flooding his eyes, he vanished from his room at the mansion.
The demon watched with dark eyes, hiding as a human, his other ear still cropped, grateful for the curtain of hair. The small child had grown, and he was a gorgeous young man now, his hand currently wrapped around a short sword Ghirahim had trained him with.
"Gira?" He asked softly. "Gira?" He walked over and took one of Ghirahim's hands with his free one, leaning in a brushing a soft kiss against his lips.
One thing he hadn't counted on happening was the child falling in love with him as he fell older, but he had to admit, he had fallen for him as well.
Ghirahim snapped out of his thoughts and looped his arms around Link's body and pulled him close. He kissed back and smiled as the destined hero smiled.
"Your birthday is today, is it not?" Ghirahim smiled. "How old are you this year?"
Link laughed, and the sound was so beautiful. When he laughed as a toddler, it was cute, and it got more adorable until he hit his early teens and the boy because stunning. The laugh was one of the things Ghirahim loved about him. "Seventeen." He replied.
Half a year, and the goddess's wish for what his actions would be would take place. Half a year, and he will be back in his demonic form again. Half a year, and Link will be the master of two blades.
Half a year, half a year passed. The young child who had grown up to be a fine young man slept beside him. Ghirahim pulled him closer before he pulled away and weasled out of bed, as so not to wake the sleeping figure beside him, and he slunk to the basement, opening a chest and pulling out a sword, and a diamond. He slid the diamond away, and carried the sword upstairs and sat beside Link, holding the sheathed blade in his bare hands. Since he had the aura of a human, a divine human, the sheath did not burn him. If he had his usual powers and aura, the sheath itself wouldn't hesitate to give him a good heat to make him drop it. The Blade of Evil's Bane's metal would burn his hands badly.
As the demon-turned-human was lost in his thoughts, a soft groan of Link coming to wakefulness sounded beside him and Ghirahim tore his eyes away from the blue and gold of the sheath to look at the pools of blue clouded with the fog of sleep.
"Good morning." He whispered cheerfully to the waking young man. Link sat up and tiredly rubbing an eye before they fixed on the blade.
"What is that?" He asked as he reached out to touch the ornate gold fixings on the blue sheath.
"Destiny is calling, Link." Ghirahim handed him the Master Sword. "This is the sword forged by the goddess. It is your destiny to fight against the Demon King."
Link swallowed as he took the grip in his hand and pulled the blade free. The metal glowed with a faint light. "The Demon King?"
"Yes, Demise. Who Hylia has been keeping you safe from all these years."
Blue eyes blinked in shock and disbelief as he took in the sword's form and sheathed it.
"Link, you are also supposed to fight with two sword spirits. One of them inhabits the blade you have there, she'll awaken in a little while. The other..." He slid the gem out of his pocket and switched earrings. "Is me."
Red, orange and black diamonds covered his skin and when they broke away, his skin was back to the pale shade he had missed, but his clothing remained the same. "Gira?" Came Link's scared voice. "Gira?"
"Yes?" Ghirahim looked at him. "That is my name, but it's my human name. I haven't been human in centuries." He lifted a hand up and cupped Link's cheek. "My name as a demon -as the second sword spirit- is Ghirahim."
"Sword spirit...?" Link frowned, his eyes searching Ghirahim's eyes, the colour must have darkened back to the midnight sky colour. He was sure he didn't have his makeup on. "You've been a sword spirit for all of these years and you never told me?" The child was frustrated.
"It was to protect you and myself. The Goddess Hylia died the morning after she brought me here with you." A glowing lit up the space in front of Link's chest and those three triangles appeared. "And that is the thing that Demise was after. The Triforce."
Link looked down at them and something seemed to catch his eye, as he lifted his right hand up and stared at the skin on the back. The mark of the Triforce glowed a bright gold, and he softly gasped as the Triforce itself returned inside of him, the glow fading and leaving the mark a few shades darker than the skin surrounding it, and making it stand out. "You are the bearer of the Triforce and the Master Sword."
"If you are a sword spirit, then where is your sword?" Link glared up at Ghirahim. In response, the demon patted his chest.
"If you need to wield me, only do so if that blade is broken. Even though you are my new master, it still hurts to have my blade pulled from me..." Ghirahim sighed and rubbed where the sword would be pulled from his body. "I'll assist you in battle as my own being until that happens and then I will resume my sword form."
Demise had prefered to fight with Ghirahim in battle and how many times he had changed back and forth in only a few weeks had made his chest sting harshly once he was back and mobile, and even then it hurt him to move.
Link nodded, reaching out to brush his hand through the silver curtain of hair. "I promise not to hurt you. You've taken care of me most of my life... Thank you." He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Ghirahim's lips. "Gira or Ghirahim, you still looked after me and I still fell in love with you." The demon smiled, dark eyes shifting over sky blue ones. So gorgeous and beautiful, I could swim in those pools of his forever. He thought.
There was the flutter of paper, the goddess's crest on the front of an envelope. Ghirahim's name was scrawled in a quick script, the Hylian smudged, and the letter's envelope was tarnished with age. This was years old. The demon reached out, picking it up and breaking the wax seal on the back and tugging the letter free of the confines of the holder it had been in. He read the letter, his eyes flicking over the quickly written runes.
Ghirahim,
When you're finished reading this, burn this letter, and don't let Link read it. This is for your eyes only, Demon Lord, or should I say Demon Sword?
Link... He's a reincarnation. That's why you recognize him.
By the time you read this letter, my final plan will have long gone into action.
I plan to seal the Demon King away, at least until your little lover's new life is ready to pick up his past life's sword. You know where the battlegrounds were and it is highly likely that your earring is now back on, as I crafted the magic to deliver this letter when you put the source of your demonic magic on again.
In about two or three years, my soul will have reincarnated into a girl's form. You and Link need to find her. I have no idea what my name will be in her body, address her as Hylia until you do. She'll probably look like me.
I know you weren't the only weapon made for Demise, but you were the strongest. He still has his other sword, who's probably going to be out looking for you and my chosen hero, as well as my reincarnated self.
I'm sorry for what the task I've set out for you, but eventually, you and Link may need to fight Demise, and Fi may no longer have her blade. I know you're in pain when he changes you, I've felt it when you fight.
Link will have to gain magic, or something needs to happen to him. As your soul needs to bond to his to be master and blade, it may change his human soul. If that happens, he will be able to change your weapon form... so it isn't as painful, but more like slipping into a hot bath after a long day. Don't worry about me, worry about yourselves now.
-The goddess, Hylia
"What's that?" Link innocently asked, reaching for the letter, and Ghirahim pulled his hand away, snapping with his free one. He made a face as it shattered into diamonds, hidden away in Ghirahim's hammerspace. He'd burn it when Link was asleep next. Keep him out of things he shouldn't be in. Especially when it concerned his safety.
The hero pouted before Ghirahim tugged him close, a grin on his lips as he kissed him. Link pulled back and tangled his fingers into Ghirahim's short hair, looking him over.
"White lips, very pale skin, purple shadows under your eyes, brown eyes now the colour of midnight..." Link murmured. "Mismatched ears still?"
"Demise... had quite the temper. He lashed out one time. I was the closest thing to him. He struck me first, and knowing how much I loved my looks, how flawless I was... he used a knife and hacked a good chunk of my ear off." His hand rose up and touched his sensitive ear. "It looked so mutilated... I rounded it off later when he left me alone... it looks much better than the tip chopped off in a triangle shaped wound, and he nicked a good amount of my ear..."
"Oh my goddesses." Link whispered as he lifted Ghirahim's hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the chopped ear. "I promise... I'll never hurt you like that. Never in punishment. Never."
It was a strong promise, and one that was going to last.
