My muses have been so active lately...
Oh, hey, didn't see you. So, I'm not going to lie, I was toying with the idea of a dark smut here, but decided there were enough of those already. Actually, I think this is the first story that I've contributed to fanfiction that hasn't been a romance... WOOT, CELEBRATING WITH THE ZELDA CREW! Enjoy guys, I'm actually really proud of this one! ^.^
Unbreakable Spirit
Girahim watches the child journey through the Skyview Temple with detached amusement. This boy was the Goddess' chosen hero? His doubts were confirmed as the child unsheathes the blade of the Goddess. The Demon Lord's minions are terrified of it, some fleeing in fear.
Girahim's lip curls in disgust at the spectacle. Cowards is what they were, and they would suffer for it.
The boy once more draws his attention. A Stalfo guards the chest containing a beetle. A beetle; Girahim chuckles darkly at the thought. The Goddess' first gift to her hero was an outdated bug from Lanayru desert.
As the boy easily slices the skeleton knight to death, Girahim begins to wonder if maybe, just maybe, this would be fun.
Girahim looks away from the boy as the Goddess' aura flares – the spirit maiden was praying at the Sacred Spring. He looks back towards the child, willing him to hurry up.
The Demon Lord would simply kidnap the girl now, but the door would not open to him, and the Spring's blessed waters prevented him from simply teleporting in.
At long last, the locked door opened, squealing on its hinges; the sound is reminiscent of those the boy and the maiden would be making soon. The thought causes Girahim to laugh in giddy anticipation.
The inner door flares to life in a golden flash. The child covers his eyes against the sudden brightness in the otherwise dim room. The Demon Lord takes the chance to teleport in front of him. The effect is simply magical.
The heavenly light fades to reveal the Lord in all his glory – his blade, wreathed in a dark aura, held in front of him, barring the way to the door. The sky child takes a step back, surprised. With a simple movement, the blade disappears; the Demon Lord doubts he'll need it with the child.
"Look who it is…. I thought that tornado I stirred up would have tossed and torn you apart, yet here you are. Not in pieces," this was true. The humans, as Girahim remembered, were squishy, mewling creatures that were easily disposed of; but that was irrelevant. He continues his speech, watching the child's growing anger.
"Not that your life or death has any consequence. It's just the girl that matter now, and I can sense her here… just beyond this door," her presence was enough to cause a delightful burning – the pain was a small price to pay for the rising of his master.
"Yes, we plucked Her Majesty from her perch in the clouds, and now she's ours. Oh, but listen to me. I'm being positively uncivil. Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Demon Lord who presides over this land you look down upon, this world you call the surface. You may call me Girahim. In truth, I very much prefer to be indulged with my full title: Lord Girahim. But I'm not fussy," this seem to pour fuel on the fire for the child – Girahim can feel the flare of his anger, then the unmistakable sound of steel being drawn. The Demon Lord laughs grimly.
"Did you really just draw your sword? Foolish boy," and he was – and he would pay for his stupidity, as well for that of the other servants of the Goddess. Yes, Girahim almost felt bad, taking his hate out on the sky child, almost.
"By all rights the girl should have fallen into our hands already. She was nearly ours when that loathsome servant of the goddess snatched her away," recalling his recent failure only made him angrier. He could feel his powers begin to act up uncontrollably; the room shifts colours as Girahim attempts to pull himself together.
"Do you have any idea how that made me feel inside? Furious! Outraged! Sick with anger!" he teleports behind the child, against his will – but the Demon Lord uses the slight mistake to his advantage. He waltzes towards the boy, unheard and unseen.
"This turn of events has left me with a strong appetite for bloodshed.," he leans in close to the boy's neck, enjoying the moment when he stiffens, muscles rigid with fear.
"Still… it hardly seem fair, being of my position, to take all of my anger out on you. Which is why I promise up front no to murder you… No, I'll just beat you within an inch of your life," he runs his tongue up the side of the hero's neck. The boy pulls away, equal parts disturbed, scared and angry. The taste of fear and sweat mingle pleasantly in Girahim's mouth – yes, he decided, this was going to be fun.
The sky child tries his best to stay standing – and it's cute really, the way he sways back and forth for a moment, before collapsing to his knees, and then his face. The various cuts and slashes on his body ooze beautiful, crimson blood. Bruises form purple and black against his starkly pale skin, visible through the tears of his tunic. As the boy falls forward, he groans against the pain of his broken ribs being jostled.
The Demon Lord walks forward slowly before kneeling in front of the child. He himself had sustained no wounds, nor had he tired himself out in the short fight. He loathed to call it that – it was more playtime while his minions tracked down the maiden once again.
Either hearing or sensing Girahim's approach, the child tries to stand once more. He gets his arms straightened only to collapse again.
The Demon Lord puts one finger under his chin and forces the boy's head up. Leaning it, he licks a long, wet trail from the child's collarbone to his jaw. Pulling back, he savours the taste of blood – hot and metallic on his lips. The child groans in defiance and opens one eye. The intensity in their blue depths is enough to cause the Demon Lord to hesitate. In their pits is a hatred so deep it nearly glows black and a determination so strong it rims his eyes in cold steel. Of course, this must be the Goddess' chosen hero – one with an unbreakable spirit.
He begins walking away, bored with his game for now. He turns enough to look at the hero one last time.
"Sky child," he manages to raise his head enough to look at Girahim. "I have no doubt we will meet again, and our blades will cross in combat. At that time, you will have an option: join me and bring about an era of terror, ruled by my master," he pauses a moment, letting his words soak in, "or fight against us, and be crushed under the heel of our rule; but know this, whatever your choice, you will not be a hindrance to me again," with his job done, the Demon Lord snaps his fingers and dissipates into a shower of diamonds, leaving the sky child to nurse his wounds.
So if this is received well, I'll post two more chapters 1.) Link chooses to side with Girahim 2.) Link chooses to side with Zelda. If there's no excitement over this piece, I'll let sleeping dogs lay, but I hope you enjoyed this either way! (oh, if you see a mistake, don't hesitate to point it out)
