His chocolate brown eyes are wide with bloodlust as they trail down the boy's form. His lips twist into a satisfied smirk. "Face it skychild. You've lost!" Ghirahim whispers giddily.

The youth clad in green cannot mask his emotions. Tears begin to stream down his face frozen with fear. His eyes are clouded with a variety of emotion. Shame, self pity, perhaps even a little self hatred.

Ghirahim does not rejoice for long. Kicking the ground in bitter disappointment, he huffs. "You know boy, I expected you to put up more of a fight." His tone is harsh, and his dark orbs narrowed. He brushes a gloved hand against the boy's swollen cheek. "Have you really completely given up?"

The latter shudders but does not reply. Kicking out his legs, the demon plops down next to him. The boy is on edge and he tenses slightly. His blue eyes are unwavering and glare at the demon with new strength. To say that his eyes are blue is like saying that the sun is yellow. Sufficient but not accurate enough to capture their intensity. Ghirahim mauls over this thought. No, they are cerulean. They sweep over the demon like a cold midwinter breeze. They are sharp and clear, deep and unwavering. Ghirahim almost smiles.

"The eyes are the window to the soul, skychild," he comments softly. "And your eyes have changed a great deal. When I first encountered your pathetic form I looked into them and was rather disappointed. I was looking into the eyes of a mere child. Oh, but the Goddess loves toying with her servants. The more naive her followers are, the quicker they are to serve her. Now I look into your eyes and see they are rife with pain and hatred."

The warrior shrugs and wipes away his tears. His expression is unreadable. How unusual. Since first encountering the skychild, Ghirahim had always found him to be an open book. Still, it would only be a matter of time before the boy would submit to him completely. He almost did. So why wasn't Ghirahim thrilled at this turn of events? He could easily use the skychild's weaknesses as an advantage. After all, he was sure the boy was nearly at his breaking.

After clearing his mind of these troublesome thoughts, Ghirahim stands up and walks over to a full length mirror. He reaches for a brush and begins to comb through fine, silvery hair. "Well, skychild? Aren't you wondering where your beloved is going?"

Link shoots a glare at the demon. "You know she's not alive," he replies hoarsely.

"Oh not her. I'm talking about me, silly boy."

By now the boy has stopped crying, his mind struggling to accept the series of events that have just transpired.

He manages to ignore the playful smirk on the demon's lips.

"What are talking about?"

The demon turns around swiftly and looks at Link in mock surprise. "Honestly, how stupid can you get?" He smirks and advanced towards the fallen hero. "You don't really think I'm going to just let you go, do you?" He relishes the look of horror on the boy's face. "No, you're staying with me. It's not like you have anywhere to go, anyway. Your little girlfriend has been sacrificed and my master reborn. You're mine now. This is, of course, assuming that master allows me to keep you." For a second a look of worry passes the demon's features, but Link doesn't notice.

He had ventured through Skyview Temple with the help of one of Hylia's familiars, Fi. His goal had been to find and defeat Ghirahim, the demon which held Zelda captive. If he had managed to defeat him, then Zelda's soul wouldn't have been consumed, and half the residence of Skyloft wouldn't be dead. Ghirahim wouldn't have received complete power over everyone and everything, and Link could declare with absolute certainty, that he would live a long, healthy life free of troubles. He would have married Zelda, and they would have lived happily ever after. Needless to say, things are easier said than done.