Link stared at the pale, ghost-like figure sauntering towards him with slow, yet elegant footsteps. He unsheathed his sword, ready to defend himself, although the motion was more hesitant than usual. He couldn't help but notice the sheer beauty of this creature. His marble skin, dark glassy eyes and glowing silver hair gave Link an odd sensation that he was not looking at a demon, but a fallen angel.

Ghirahim smirked, drawing the smaller boy out of his trance. 'Of course this was no angel. He's got Zelda' he attempted to assure himself, drawing his sword once again.

'Your little toy sword won't be of much help here' Ghirahim sneered. As the green-clothed boy came charging towards him, he calmly held his white hand firmly upwards to shield his face, his eyes closed; expecting the blade to strike his slender fingers. But the footsteps slowed. He heard no blade slice through the air, and felt no metal hit his skin.

Instead, he was met with two warm arms curling around his waist. Taken aback, he looked down to see the smaller, blonde haired boy gently hugging him. It was a strange sensation; the demon lord had not felt such intimate physical contact with a living being in years. It was oddly…comforting.

Link was similarly confused at his own actions. Maybe it was out of sheer loneliness of the being in the temple for so long; or perhaps he knew it was a deeper yearning to feel milky, satin skin brush against his. He was not sure, and it frightened him. 'He's evil, he's got Zelda – let him go!' One side of his conscience warned him, yet his body ignored this, as he remained clutching the slender figure.

It wasn't long before he felt two cool arms wrap around him in response.

'Perhaps I have misjudged you, sky-child' a voice as smooth as a lake surface murmured. Link looked up at Ghirahim with innocent, protuberant eyes. Ghirahim noted the boy's cherubic like appearance; golden hair, sky-blue eyes, gentle features. 'Such a pretty boy after all, it would be a waste to hurt you.' He brushed a lock of hair out of his face, causing a rosy flush to blossom across Link's cheeks.

'Perhaps I have been pursuing the wrong goal of power.' Ghirahim contemplated 'Maybe he is a…a saviour from my underworld life' Ghirahim's own thoughts distressed him. He was the Lord Demon Ghirahim after all, the last thing he should be doing was yearning after a child of the sky, or, a fallen angel, some might say.

Ghirahim drew away from Link, both looked at each other with mild curiosity. Ghirahim smiled serenely, before bowing.

'Until next time, dear Sky child' he spoke, before disappearing in a flurry of diamonds.