It was no unknown fact that with every demon in the underworld came a day where an angel would be assigned to them, a trial to bring them out if their evil ways to join the othet side, to become a good little angel if they are proven to have better qualities of an angel than a demon. When it came to the prince of the underworld, however, he had other plans. Plans to keep himself down below by keeping his evil image apparent through the entirety of the trial.

It wasn't that he liked being evil, he didn't want to seperate from friends, family, or anything of the like. He loved his title, he loved the clothes he had to wear, he loved the power. Link loved being known as the prince who knew his way around a sword, a prince who, while deemed extremely beautiful by fellow demons, could slice a throat in a matter of seconds if he saw fit. In short, Link loved being a complete and utter badass of a prince.

"Link, don't let the power you have hold you back. You're an angel at heart, whether you'd like to believe so or not." His older sister, Zelda, told him as she helped him choose different outfits his slate would hold for him during his time away. Doing such a thing made him feel like a child preparing for a week away at a friend's house with all this dumb preparation, and his stay would be quite longer.

'If I prefer to stay as I am, let me, Zelda. I am not a child anymore. I can make my own choices in life, now.' He signed back, emphasizing his point with his eyes blown wide.

"I know you can, but I feel the underworld isn't best suited for you. You're sweet, you have a huge heart, the only thing keeping you here is your brutal ways and the sin count."

Link gave a heave of a sigh, shaking his head. Did she not realize that's what he wanted? That perhaps he preferred to keep his brutality, to raise that sin count higher? It made him who he was, it made him the proud prince he is.

As Zelda turned to him to begin preparing Link himself for his rise to heaven for the trial, she continued to speak as she stripped him of his shirt.

"You are my dear brother, I'd rather you not be held back by something that you can change. You're strong, you're good with weapons, and yes you've sinned quite alot, but with that comes that kindness, the instinct you have inside of you to help everyone. I know it's there. I did help raise you."

She spoke truth, but even still, he didn't really want to go. All of his affairs and relations lied in the underworld, not up above.

'That glitter itches, I think that's enough. Besides, maybe I'd prefer to stay here. I love you guys, I love it here. What would you do without my gorgeous face waking you up every day?'

"Glitter itching means there's just enough." She stated, applying a bit more to his chest before moving to his lower stomach. "And I would probably get more sleep if you weren't here to wake me up. Which would be absolutely amazing in my opinion."

'Just hurry up and finish this stupid shit,' he complained, bouncing his leg impatiently, 'Pops wants to see me before I leave.'

oOo

On the other side, angels were prepping themselves for the arrival of those from down under, arming their person with anti-possession trinkets, making sure their attire was fire retardant (there was a case of an angel being caught on fire once), and things of the like.

"I've heard there's going to be an extremely dangerous one this go round. I hope I'm lucky enough not to have that one."

"Talking like that, Bazz, you might get the one."

"Shut up, Sidon."

"Maybe I'll get them."

"You'd be able to handle it, Urbosa."

"I heard there's a person of the royal class coming as well." A new voice chimed in, having the three turn their head in shock.

"And where might you have heard that, dear sister? Which one? Not the king, I'd hope." Sidon murmured, giving a shiver at the thought.

"No, it's one of his children. I heard it from one of the higher up boys." Mipha responded, brushing her hair out before pulling it up.

"He has kids?" Bazz asked.

"Two of them. A daughter and a son. I've heard the daughter's pretty, and good with weapons when needed, but nobody ever mentions the son."

"He shouldn't be too much of trouble then. Put in the background? He can't do much damage." Urbosa popped in.

"Not necessarily, if one kid has the weapon skill, the other is bound to have been trained as well. Besides, as much as I hate to say this, the boys down there seem to be trained stronger than the girls. Plus, I've heard the princess is prim and proper, doesn't like dirtying her hands if given the choice. So who does that leave to do the work for her?"

"The brother." The other three said in unison.

"Exactly. Which also leaves another someone dangerous that will be sent. If someone of the Royal class is sent, there's no way they'd let him come without a guardsman being sent as well." Mipha explained, grabbing for a hair clip.

"So whoever gets the prince gets the guard as well?" Sidon asked his sister, reaching over to help her finish up, as he'd already done his job.

"Not from what I've gathered. But if anyone has any common sense, the guard should be in quarters closeby the prince. Otherwise, unguarded prince, unhappy king."

"How would it be known?" Bazz wondered aloud, tying the strings of his robe tight.

Sidon raised his hand. "Oh, I know this one! Those of the royal class are given slates, they have screens and things. This helps them contact one another, take photos, and hold their clothing. So at the very least, the prince will be sent with one."

Urbosa gave him a clap on the back. "Good job, A plus work there, kid."

"Why thank you very much." Sidon took a bow, just as another angel, Teba, burst in the door.

"They're here."

oOo

Back in the underworld, Link was fuming. His father had made it very clear one of the guards were being sent as well, just to ensure his safety. It was as though he couldn't be cared for on his own!

Given, his guard was one he had a love-hate relationship with, a good sparring partner, and absolutely amazing at braiding his hair, Link did not, under any circumstances, want Revali with him. He could be a major dick, and he didn't want some giant ass guard getting involved in his business.

But on the other hand, he did like the guard, and he did enjoy his company and the ability to listen that Revali holds, and the absolute lack of filter between his mind and his mouth.

He didn't know how to feel about the arrangement. Link gave a sigh, putting the golden cuffs on his wrists, and the sandals on his feet. He did like Revali, don't get him wrong, but he did have times where he absolutely hated him, and the feelings were always mutual, no matter what Link felt at a certain time. There was a good side to it, at least Revali knew sign language, so he knew how to translate for him if need be.

A rap of knuckles on his door made his eyes turn, and Revali's head peaked in. "Gonna do your braids." He grumbled, making his way in. "Sit on the bed, turn around."

Link shot him the middle finger before doing as told, feeling the guard behind his back as fingers grabbed at his hair. "Look, I'm no more happy about this than you are, but honestly? I wouldn't have trusted anyone else with your wreckless ass. We may have issues at times, but would you have really wanted someone else? At least I understand you, and I know what you're getting at when it comes to going. I'm not going to stop you, but I will keep you from causing too much chaos in a small amount of time."

He gave a pause, pulling a small rubber band from his fingers to tie in his hair. "Besides, I'll only be around the first day or so, we'll be assigned different angels, most likely. You'll only have to deal with my motherly brooding until you've begun your trial, okay?"

Link gave a thumbs up, knowing way too well not to move his head while Revali was braiding it. The last time he had, he'd gained a slap to the back of his head.

"Good." Revali began the second braid, finishing it with expert timing as he tied it back and clasped the two together with a clip in veil, reaching from the middle of his hair down to the backs of his knees. "You're done."

As Link stood, the guard helped him off the bed so not to fall backwards. "Gather your slate, and we'll leave. Just remember, when we get there, keep your head high. Let them know who's really in charge. You are the prince down here. I'm not sure if it means anything to them up above, but trust me, when you're through with them, they'll keep it in mind what a prince is for and what he's capable of."

Link signed a 'thank you, I will,' to the guard, grabbing for his slate on the opposite side of the room, holding his hand out for Revali.

The second the guard's hand was in his own, Link pressed the new button on his slate, and they disappeared in a puff of purple smoke.

The next thing Link knew, he was in the middle of some pretty, white place, a place completely unfamiliar to him. He was used to dark, heated areas, used to being able to look around without having to squint his eyes, but here, it was at a warm temperature, neutral, and the light was blinding.

"We're here, prince."

'Too bright, Revali.'

"I'm completely aware, it's quite hard to see here. Perhaps we can find someone?"

"You won't have to look far, I'm trying to find someone as well."

"Daruk!" Revali exclaimed, "Any idea where we are?"

"Well, we aren't in the underworld anymore. But from the looks of it, we're being watched." The demon pointed upwards to a glass enclosure, angels of all types gathered around to observe the demons down below.

'Why are we being watched like livestock, are they that worried, having to be behind a barricade?'

"Not quite sure, sir, but I'm sure we'll learn soon enough. Maybe it's how they find out who gets assigned to which of us?" Daruk tried, but only after Revali translated.

Looking around, it seemed as though many demons were gathered, seeing blurred silhouettes of others in the room. This light? Yeah, it needed to tone down a bit. It was like the angels one absolutely nothing about the opposite kind.

After several long, long minutes, the lights dimmed slightly, giving everyone the ability to see a lot better, even if the lighting was only slightly better. The mingling came quick among all the demons, trying their best to figure out just exactly what was happening, and why they were in such an enclosed space.

Up top, however, the angels were having the time of their afterlives, pointing at the demons, comparing.

"I say that one with the braids in his hair is the dangerous one, look at those arms.." Bazz pointed out, getting an affirmative nod from the others.

"Or the one with the beard just next to him. He looks pretty hefty. Either one of those." Urbosa popped in.

"No, it's definitely the braided blue haired one." Mipha agreed with Bazz, getting a whoop of excitement from the angel, proud he might have gotten something right so soon.

"And why do you say that?" Sidon inquired, wrapping his arms around the two angels' shoulders.

"See the one with the blond hair, the short one right next to him? Look how he's dressed. Soft mesh for his bottoms, glitter all over his chest, lower belly, and shoulders. The cuffs and anklets, and don't even get me started on the circlet he's wearing. That's the prince right there. He holds himself like one, and definitely dresses like one. So, if you take that fact and understand that the blue haired one came here with him, that makes him the guardsman. Meaning he was trained to protect the prince, meaning extreme strength." The female explained.

"That one, that's the prince right there?" Her brother asked, pointing right at the small demon, who was moving his hands in wild gestures, no words spilling from his lips, but he still got answers. Interesting.

"Yes, that would be. Look on his hip, that's the slate you mentioned, Sidon. It looks as though he does not speak with his voice though. Hands seem to be what he uses." She murmured thoughtfully. "Perhaps he cannot speak?"

"Either way, I say that one approaching them is pretty hot. The dark skinned one with the red hair." Urbosa cut in, shrugging her shoulders.

"She is quite gorgeous, I will give you that." The other three angels agreed, getting pointed looks from the other angels around them.

Instead of explaining themselves, the four laughed it off, waving their hands around to blow it off as nothing more than friends playing around.

Teba, though, stayed silent, eyes following one demon in particular, that nobody could really identify, not seeing who it was that he was watching, unless he was just darting his eyes around the scene.

The other four didn't mention it, instead returning their eyes to the demon group they'd been speaking of moments before.

Sidon and Mipha however, turned their eyes to the prince, whispering to one another about how dangerous he could be as well, and as if he'd sensed them speaking, the prince's electric blue eyes shot up in their direction, his hand slapping at his guard's until his attention was caught. Then he pointed, and two sets of eyes were on them.

And while the prince spoke with his hands, there was one thing the two siblings understood of his way of speech. His opposite hand raised up, and his middle finger rose, sent right in their direction.

"How unbecoming of a prince." Mipha muttered, gaining a boisterous laugh from her brother beside her.

oOo

Hey, look, a thing.

I'll update as soon as possible, so enjoy this, I suppose.

This is the first I've written on FF, and I'm kinda using the app so if some things are off, deepest apologies

- F.