Of Heroes and Villains
A collection of short drabbles from various points of view, most of which involve Link and Ghirahim, but I reserve the right to add other Characters...
I do not own any of the mentioned characters or the Legend of Zelda series.
The sky around me is endless. I look over the clouds, allowing my eyes to just wander as they please. It makes a bit more sense to me now, why the Sky Child enjoys his home so much. Of course, I prefer my scenery to be a bit more...elegant, but it is beautiful all the same. My feet dangle over the edge of the small island I sit on, and I look down at the barrier that used to separate our worlds. "Used to", because the Sky Child and I found ways around the barrier. "Used to" because the barrier now has gaping holes in it that anyone could get through, if they had the means. It strikes me as amusing that clouds could be used as a barrier of any sort, but apparently the Loftwings refused to fly below them - some sort of genetic code inflicted upon them by Hylia. The poor creatures. They lack the freedom that I have. Not that I pity them. Pity isn't an emotion that I can feel. I close my eyes, leaning back to feel the breeze blowing across my skin, as I think about how this part of the world will be once my Master is resurrected. No doubt Demise will have a special plan in mind to dispose of this village in the sky that the goddess holds so dear - the descendants of the few humans that managed to escape his wrath the first time the wretched bitch sealed him away. There will most definitely be bloodshed, and a lot of it. The thought makes my heart skip with joy. I think of the Sky Child's face, and I stop grinning for a moment. What will become of him when my master takes control of his pathetic world? A soft chuckle escapes my throat. Perhaps Master will let me keep the little cherub as a pet. Oh what joy that would bring me, to have him at my mercy like that. My eyes drift closed again and I can see him now, dressed in red, rather than that green that he wears - oh gods, he would look so delicious in red. The color of his blood - I would have to find a fabric exactly that shade, because it contrasts so nicely with his skin. I would most likely keep him shackled to the wall. He isn't the type to behave when cornered - he would be hard to control; hard to break, which would make it all the more fun to do both. He would fight back - he would resist me, just like he does when we happen across each other while we both search for his little friend. The thought of him chained to my bedpost makes me shiver in delight. I can think of no better way to spend my time after this is all over than by breaking the angel's spirit bit by bit, making him wish that he had just given in to begin with - but of course, he would never admit to wishing that. Long after he's broken, he will still put up a facade of bravery, which is what sets this one boy apart from all the other humans in my mind. I open my eyes once more, licking my lips. This future must become a reality. This boy must be mine. And with thoughts in my head that would make the Sky Child cringe, I turn to face his home, offer a salute, and snap my fingers, vanishing from his home. For the time being, at least.