Link woke to the sound of footsteps approaching his prison. While remaining on the floor, he opened his eyes and looked up at his captor, Ghirahim, who looked down at the teen and darkly smiled.

"Did you think about our little chat?" He asked, his voice sounding serious. Link slowly sat up, his body throbbing. He looked up into the demon lords eyes, determined to stand his ground.

"I have..." His voice sounded weaker than he intended it to. Ghirahim snickered to himself and sat next to Link. He snapped his fingers and a cup of water appeared in his hand. He handed it to Link.

"Thirsty? You must be. I haven't given you water in days! I never was good at taking care of pets..." Link took the cup and slowly put it to his lips, trying not to show how desperately he needed hydration. He sipped silently; ignoring the fact that Ghirahim was watching him. As Ghirahim watched him, the urge to touch him became unbearable. He brushed the hair out of his face, and ran his fingers down his cheek, feeling the teen shudder under his touch. He smiled at that; he always loved the fear he put into the hearts of his prisoners. But then a thought entered his mind, one that shocked him,

I hope he agrees...I've grown so fond of him, I wouldn't want to have to end his life like this. He shook his head, surprised at himself. Was he actually feeling compassion? Link looked up at the demon sitting next to him, sensing his change in demeanor.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, strangely concerned for the demon. Ghirahim shrugged, his cold demeanor returning.

"Did you finish your water yet?" He snapped. Link shrunk back because of the harshness and answered dryly,

"Yes. Thank you, Lord Ghirahim." Ghirahim smiled, remembering why he was feeling the way he did.

"You're welcome, my pet." He said, taking the cup and evaporating it in diamonds. "You know, I have my reasons for being so persistent with you." Link looked up, confused. Ghirahim put a gloved hand to his head, trying to handle this foreign emotion he was feeling. "I truly want you to join us, Link. You are strong, a fighter, and I feel killing you here in this cell...well you deserve better." Link was shocked at what he was hearing.

"Are you serious?" He didn't know weather to believe the demon or not. Ghirahim began playing with the fingertips of his gloves, something, Link noticed, he did when he was nervous.

"Well I don't see why I would make that up. You deserve to be a prince, with power surging through every cell in your body. Unlike that girl you were chasing down, you could hold your own." He cruelly smiled, thinking of the pain Link had to be feeling, knowing he killed his childhood friend. Link nodded to himself, silently observing the tall demon. After a few moments of silence, Ghirahim began to grow antsy.

"You need to make your decision soon, Skychild, or I'll make it for you." He snapped, staring into Links soul. One last thought ran through Links mind, one that was frequently crossing his mind.

I've got nothing to lose. This could be my chance to start over.

Link looked into Ghirahim's eyes; he could see the anticipation growing with each second of silence. Link swallowed hard, and said the three words that would change his life forever.

"I'll. do. it." Ghirahim's smile grew, and he produced a dagger that was glowing blue with raw power.

"Lay down Link, or should i say prince." He said with a sadistic bite in his voice, "It will all be over soon. Soon, you and I will be one and the same, those you hunted for so long, those you fought against to protect your precious world, those your friends despise. Soon, you will be a demon. Are you ready?" He asked, but before Link could answer, he thrusts the knife deep into Link's exposed chest, and began carving a diamond right around his heart. The magic from the dagger was spreading through his veins, his whole body feeling like glass, fragile to the touch, as if another second of the raw power coursing through his veins would cause his skin to shatter. He screamed as his flesh was torn into a perfectly shaped diamond. Ghirahim stopped cutting and watched as the wound turned a sickly white/blue color; the magic working its way through his body. Finally, as the pain began to subside, Ghirahim sliced open his palm, letting the blood fall on the dagger. Once it was coated, he positioned the tip right in the center of the diamond, directly over Link's heart.

"Say goodbye to your mortal life, for when you are reborn, you will be a Demon Prince!" Ghirahim hesitated for a moment, savoring the view of the human Link looking so crippled underneath him. He leaned down and slowly licked a deep cut in Link's cheek. After straightening back up, him and Link made eye contact one more time as he plunged his bloody blade deep into Link's heart, the life leaving his eyes on contact. He removed the blade and watched as Link's body began to hover above the ground. A black smoke began to emitt from the wound, closing it into a tight, black seal; the mark of his attachment to Ghirahim. His skin changed in color from a light tan to porcelain white, his scars and wounds closing from his months of torture, until there was nothing but milky skin left. His nails grew long and pointed, his canine teeth turned into fangs, hair growing more golden as if the color from his skin drained into his hair. Finally, his transformation was complete and he opened his eyes, the eyes that were once an innocent blue now glowing a deep shade of red. He sat up, looking over at Ghirahim, who was almost jumping out of his skin with excitement. Link's next words sealed the deal:

"What business shall we attend to first, Lord Ghirahim?"