"Live with Me Forever Now"
IMPORTANT INFORMATION: Hello Readers! This story takes place in an alternate ending to Skyward Sword. When Link fights Ghirahim to stop him from resurrecting Demise, Ghirahim sends Link hurling off the edge of the platform to a "most humiliating death." Ghirahim rushes down to find the the hero not dead however, but unconscious. Furious, he raises his sword to kill the defenseless child, but something stops him from doing so. Ghirahim instead steals the Goddess Sword and hides the the hero's body before Demise arrives. Demise appears and begins his reign of terror over the land, as his own quest begins to find the Triforce. Link wakes up later to find the world in shambles. Meanwhile, the thread of fate between a conflicted Demon Lord and a broken hero grows more tangled.
Prologue: A Monster is born
3500 years before Link's birth
Somewhere miles under the earth's crust, Ghirahim coughed violently as silver liquid ran from the sides of his mouth. All around him was heat, and everything inside him was pain. It felt as if every atom of his being was being torn in half without end. He flailed in confusion, but thick metal bars held his limbs down to a metal platform. Panic filled him as he felt a dull pulse within a glowing, crimson diamond in his chest. A high pitched ringing penetrated his ears. His breath heaved with a weighted metallic sound as he struggled to form a coherent thought. Suddenly a wave a nausea hit him once more, as he vomited hot, runny mercury onto himself and the surface he was strapped to. The sword spirit was not sure how long it had truly lasted, but the process repeated for what felt like an eternity, before a long shadow fell over his face.
"Such beautiful suffering." A voice boomed.
Silver tears ran down the black cheeks of the sword spirit. He slowly opened his eyes to a great fiery being towering over him.
"How do you like your body?" It asked.
Ghirahim dizzily gazed at the mysterious being that stood over him.
"It-It hurts.." He staggered.
An evil smirk spread over the monster's face.
Suddenly, a massive hand shot out and the restraints that had held the spirit's limbs down broke in two.
"Get up." The voice commanded.
Trembling the sword pushed himself up for the first time. His body screamed in agony, as he steadied himself awkwardly to his feet.
"Truly magnificent...A living, breathing weapon..." The being's voice echoed throughout the room, seeming to be more to himself than his sword.
"...And you, my creation, will be called Ghirahim."
Ghirahim... The spirit's thoughts echoed through the ringing in his ears.
"And who are you?" Ghirahim's voice was hoarse and painful as he struggled to breath.
The dark beast turned away, eyes fixed on the blazing furnace where the sword had come from.
"...I am your Master, Demise."
"Now come to me." He commanded.
Slowly the sword took his first step toward the demon king, muscles aching with each effort.
"Yes! Come closer!" Demise praised as a manic smile stretched over his face.
Ghirahim felt the pain begin to subside as he drew closer to his Master. The feeling was incredible. He had never felt relief in his short existence, and all he had to do was obey. Soon the pain dulled to a small throb in the sword spirit's heart as he bowed deeply.
"And now... My weapon..." Demise trailed as he raised his hand into the air.
"You shall know your purpose."
Suddenly Ghirahim felt himself rising. A tingling sensation filled the red diamond that glittered on his chest. He had never felt anything like it. The demon groaned as he felt something inside of himself stir...It felt...incredible. Ghirahim looked down breathlessly at the source of the feeling and gasped as the tip of a jagged sword pushed its way out of his chest. "Master..." He moaned, as his eyes rolled back in delight. With every passing moment, Ghirahim felt himself soar higher into the stratosphere of pure ecstasy. Suddenly, a huge black sword was ripped entirely from his heart, and was swiftly caught in the hand of Demise. Ghirahim felt himself begin to evaporate into thin air. This is my purpose. This is my purpose...
And like a candle snuffed out in Demise's hand, Ghirahim's vision faded into darkness.