Authors Note: After reading some Ghirahim fanfiction, I felt the need to give my first fanfiction a shot. Some of them left me wanting more chapters added, some of them needed work. I noticed that none of the full stories were written after the Death of Demise. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'll be moderately updating the chapters, however, if the readers may want them more often(the chapters, mind you, I have them planned out but not yet done as I must revise some), then how could I not spend more time on this story to provide you the details?
"… I'm still not gone…? The nothing is seemingly replaced by a fuzzy feeling. It feels like warmth. Enticing. However, it feels as though I can fade away from it. It's enticing, yet I don't know what will happen if I let this freely flow. If I let even a little, the torrent will consume me. I won't know what will happen. However, it appears I'm faced with a choice. It may not be out there but the possibility does linger… No. I refuse to let this warmth consume me. I belong gone. I'm an echo that should not exist… Just as I think this, I feel faint again. I just want this disgust, this hollow feeling inside me to end. It only feels right that I disappear with it… "
"No… Why is everything stinging? No… NO. This so called warmth isn't warmth at all. I was at peace. Why am I once again being ripped away from the nothingness that promised me a rest from this? This sensation is as if it were acid to my being. It's becoming increasingly acidic. Some time passes and it's as if my soul, my being is being seared. I'm being binded to something and it's crushing me. There's a dying presence and it's not me. I am burning and being suffocated. Suffocated? Where did that come from? Another sensation takes place… I can't breathe… I can now feel more than just emotions and that burning, the fading feeling, I realized is gone. I'm not too sure when it vanished. Suddenly, I'm enveloped with memories. A blonde innocent looking young human male in green garb. A volcanic mountain. Lush emerald forests. A fair, blonde girl with bangs and soft facial features. A barren, dry desert. Clouds. A limp, bloody corpse. A pure blue lake. A woman with ash coloured hair with a braid. A young male with red, oddly styled hair. Rage. Contempt. Sorrow? Insanity. That much is clear. More memories assault me, the green garbed male, my Master absorbing me into the raw power that I was meant all along to become. Then everything fades to power and I'm laughing maniacally the entire time until I finally feel destroyed. Broken. Lost. What happened? Once again, I am a mess among the barrages of all these changes. I feel emersed in something warm. I'm not yet binded to this hollowed out shell. Somehow, I can view nothing but grey. What is this extra sensory? So… Sensitive. Suddenly there's that dying presence again. "
TAKE IT.
"… What? Whatever it is wants me to take it? Suddenly something distracts me from my concentration on it. Something foreign, it's beautiful. A voice. The sadness in that voice echoes and reaches me. I can see two faces, both human female with black hair and very unfamiliar. I strain to try get the blurriness off of my vision but they're both radiating happiness? Now that happiness is replaced by sorrow. So much sorrow... I'm shocked by the way it moves me. The jaded feeling returns and I want to follow that sad voice into nothing.
TAKE IT NOW. NOW!
"Once again my attention is jerked to the dying presence. Take it's life force? I realize I'm capable… I try with weak effort the first time due to the fact that the burning feeling arose the moment I mentally reached out to rip it from that dying presence. Confident that I was more than capable of acknowledging I'd be inflamed, I flexed my mind to take what was mine. In that same moment, I was engulfed, consumed and my entity felt fully one with the no longer empty shell. "
The head Stalpriest was infuriated. It was almost midnight. He must be resurrected or another ten years would pass before such an opportunity would make itself known. Bokoblins were such incompetent morons! Nonetheless, they brought me a human sacrifice. It was a young man with jet black hair and looked frightened. I approached him to observe. Slim build. Brown eyes. Not that it mattered. He was absolutely pulsating with that life force only humans had. Good. Let him feel fear, foolish human can't appreciate their last living moments. "GET AWAY FROM HERE, YOU IDIOTS," the Stalpriest shrieked at the bokoblins.
"We must start, or the alignment will come and pass," said the Stalmage hurriedly.
"As I am fully aware, take your places" The Stalpriest was accompanied by four Stalmages. Unlike the bokoblins, the Stalmages were far more superior in intelligence, power and competence. Unfortunately, only few Stalmages and one other Stalpriest existed. Tonight they will finally resurrect their Lord. Too much time has passed yet that's what they were confined to. Alignments in that moon, that wretched sun and this earth they lived on. Certain spells took longer depending on how damaged the spirit was. Demise was beyond repair. However, when he used his dark magic to sift for the Demon Lords essence… Well, he was very pleased to find it was repairable enough for him. He would leave Demise to the Demon Lord… For he was far advanced in power than him, surely he would think of something. It had taken him only almost seven years since Demises downfall to resurrect Lord Ghirahim. The mages aligned up for him and he began chanting. The Stalmaster brought the human male to our circle, threw him in and I increased my chanting. At the same time, I used my head to keep him in place. This human male would not ruin this ritual with something as trivial as running out. For if he did, his death would be much more gruesome than just a swift sacrifice. The mages were closing in on him and began joining me in the fast chanting. I could barely contain my excitement! But wait… Something was wrong. The human was dying but his essential life force couldn't reach that far. If the Demon Lord was lost in the Spirit Void, then there would be nothing they could do except wait several millenia for his essence to be reborn and even then, he may not remember himself. That's what all of us Stalfos usually are born of are lost spirits in that void. Our Lord will not be reduced to that.
I then changed my chant to join my core with that wretched human so it will extend to the Demon Lord Ghirahim. Just then, the mages followed suit and every being in that circle was dying and forming into one dying life force. I used my will to hopefully reach the Demon Lord… TAKE IT.
It only made me weaker. Was I too late? If so, we were all dying for a lost cause. Damn those idiot bokoblins. Damn them. NO. Lord Ghirahim must be revived. With one last effort, I sent my desperate message, in hopes it would reach far into that cursed void. The stalmages were too, giving it their all. I chanted louder to keep the ritual going, I was not going down without every last effort of mine. I was dying. We were all dying. But wait. The same time, I burst into maniacal laughter. I felt my life being intertwined into one with my mages and that human and it being ripped from me. My arms were burning off, the burning was only spreading, encouraging more laughter. The cesspool above the circle was thick with blood of humans, animals, bokoblins, moblins and the like.
The cesspool was warming up, as a bloody sphere was entering the cesspool and it dipped below the surface. Within the circle was no trace of any Stalfos, only the innards and the meshed together flesh of what was previously the human. Just then, the second Stalpriest burst into the underground sanctuary to take in the scene. It was filled with bokoblins but nowhere could he see his other priest. Nor the other mages. Did they die in the ritual because it failed? He felt his hate brimming but held it in. "Now, don't tell me you idiots had ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS!"
The bokoblins only look frightened. Their fear only seemed to break the Stalpriests collected behavior. "ONLY YOU FOOLS COULD FIND A WAY TO RUIN SUCH A CAREFULLY PLANNED RITUAL THAT WE, STALFOS HAD PLANNED OUT. GIVE ME ONE REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T KILL YOU ALL AND THEN PROCEED TO KILL THE REST OF YOUR SPECIES."
The bokoblins started blathering and making excuses. As they got noisier, he was only getting irritated. As he got more irritated, the faster they started talking. Lesser demons or not, these were disgusting excuses for them. They actually felt fear. Yet they even trusted them with the simplest of tasks and they could not do so without causing an inconvenience. I will ruin every one here, for this is their punishment for reducing the numbers of the only other Stalpriest including four of the stalmages… There was no more than fifteen Stalmages that existed… HOW DARE THESE IDIOTS LET FEAR COST THEM SUCH RELIABLE ALLIES.
Just then, a yellow beam of light burst into the crowd killing a few bokoblins. That shut them up. "I RESPECTFULLY ASK YOU TO STOP THAT INCESSANT, UNECESSARY NOISE."
The stalpriest looked in the direction of the voice and was surprised.
Covered in blood, looking exhausted and furious was the Demon Lord! He was kneeling on a rock and had one hand covering half in face. It was to be expected that he be a little exhausted but to be brought back and looking so weak, the after pain of being alive again, a mere after effect of the ritual brings you to your knees? Perhaps the Stalpriest underestimated the damage that his soul took. Especially with all of them gone. The human alone should have been enough based on the information the deceased Stalpriest had given him. He continued to observe Lord Ghirahim… Other than the fact that he looked weak and pained, his onyx covered body looked in tact, the diamond… Grey? He would have to look into that later. "My Lord?" asked the Stalpriest.
"I apologize for my current demeanor," he replied. "To murder those that had assisted in having me here… Well, it's terribly rude."
"Lord Ghirahim, welcome. We have awaited your arrival. I'm afraid we experienced some complications during the procedure."
"Such as, if I may ask?'
"It might be better if I explain… It's been seven years since the downfall of Demise. However, since then, Skyloftians have split, some have chosen to remain in the sky and some have chosen to live on the surface. I am sure that there are now a few established villages. None of us can approach the Sealed Grounds nor be within it's radius without dying. Today we revived you based on the alignment of the moon and sun as the effect it has on this earth. The bokoblins were almost late in bringing us a human sacrifice. However, it was not enough. The mages and only other Stalpriest offered their existence from what I deduced. However, I thought we may have failed you because of these foolish bokoblin cowards." "What wonderful followers, they have touched my heart! Though their precious actions will certainly not go unnoticed and neither will yours."
