A/N: Hello everyone, I first would like to thank Demon Princess of Time and Lugga for favoriting, following, and reviewing. Thank you, you guys are awesome. I have called this an Alternate Game Universe because I have changed the history of that was mentioned in the game, slightly. Any how, I would like to take this moment to say that I don't own Legend of Zelda or its characters.
Ghirahim's excitement could barely be contained. The spirit maiden had fallen from her perch and was now within reach. It was just a matter of finding where she was hiding at. "How far are we?" the demon lord asked the demon beside him.
The demon beside Ghirahim was as tall as the demon lord with pale gray, almost white feather-like hair. "We are getting very close to the maiden , my lord," the demon answered ruffling his feathers with a taloned hand.
Ghirahim grinned. "Vlad, we're this close to reviving our master," the demon lord enthused holding his fingers centimeters apart. "And the best part is that no one can stop us." Ghirahim danced ahead.
Vladimir mumbled, "no one except the goddess's chosen hero." However his excited lord didn't hear the comment. Ghirahim spun around. Vlad rolled his eyes at the enthusiastic demon and noticed that the large party they had left with had dwindled to just his lord and himself. " My lord, where have the Bokoblin disappeared to?"
The demon lord stopped his dancing to shrug, "Maybe they are fighting your chosen hero." The demon ran his fingers through his white hair a smile tugging at the corners of his white lips. Vlad needs to calm down. Why can't he just be excited that the sky maiden was here on the surface. Ghirahim was about to tell the other demon as much when a Bokoblin's shriek of pain split the air. Hmm, maybe the chosen hero is already here. The demon lord picked up the pace slightly.
Ghirahim ran up a small hill and stopped at its apex in shock. A little ways from the base of the hill, a lone figure stood leaning on a fork branch slashing at the mass of Bokoblin. Ghirahim watched the figure dispatched the Bokoblin one by one. The figure fought with a hand-and-a-half sword, an unused shield on its back.
Ghirahim had to admit he was impressed. This sky child seems to actually have some fight. Unlike the others. But I shouldn't expect less from the goddess's chosen hero. Ghirahim watched as the figure as it spun on the leg that wasn't splint to stop a Bokoblin's attempt of a sneak attack. Seems like the fall was unkind to the child. Ghirahim grinned at this thought as the figure killed the last Bokoblin. The figure turned to leave limping slightly.
Ghirahim licked his lips; he had a sudden desire to spill this hero's blood. Ghirahim clapped slowly to get the man's attention; after all, he was a noble and wouldn't dare attack an enemy that was unprepared. The man stopped and turned slightly to face the demon lord. "That was very amusing to watch. Hopefully, that's not all you can do. I do expect a challenge from the goddess's chosen hero."
The figure tilted its masked head to the side. Ghirahim summoned his sword in a flurry of diamonds. The familiar weight settled into his hand. Crouching the demon lord charged at the cloaked man. The demon's momentum was stopped by the figure's blade. Ghirahim grinned in satisfied at the hiss of pain that came from behind the bone-white mask. The crutch that the man was leaning on fell making him put his weight on that leg. Ghirahim pressed his blade forward forcing the figure to lean more on his injured leg. Ghirahim grinned, "I must apologize. I'm being very rude. I haven't introduce myself." The figure dislodged his blade pushing Ghirahim off. The demon lord chuckled, " I am the demon lord who presides over this land you look down upon. My name is Ghirahim; Lord Ghirahim." The figure brought his left hand to the hilt of his sword. "It is proper etiquette to give your name when a person gives you theirs." The figure said nothing.
Ghirahim charged the figure again making their blades locked. "I was being polite. Give me you name," the demon lord said punctuating each word; he edged closer to the mask at each word. In one fluid movement, the figure swung both interlocked blades aside and slammed his head into Ghirahim's. The demon lord backed away from the figure fixing his hair. He tried to attack the man's left side hoping to catch the sky person off guard.
Surprisingly the figure jumped (or attempted to) and avoided the attack. The landing made the black-clad man unstable. Ghirahim used this moment of unbalance to attack. There was no time to dodge the black blade; no time to react. The black blade swung out of Ghirahim's grip and landed a few feet away. Ghirahim glared at the figure who managed to disarm him. The figure had once again shifted to a one-handed stance; his left hand hanging limply at his side blood running down his fingers. So he gave up his hand to protect himself, but he was able to pry my rapier from my hand. Impressive.
The figure silently motioned to Ghirahim to move aside. The demon lord chuckled, "I'll admit I was slightly wrong in my judgment, but.." Ghirahim snapped his fingers disappearing and reappeared behind the man sword in hand, "you're centuries from being my equal." The demon lord placed his blade at the stranger's neck. "Now turn around and face your better." The stranger stiffly turned- no doubt his adrenaline had burned off and now he was in immense pain. "I'll ask again. What's your name? It'll be nice to know who gave me such a pleasurable experience," Ghirahim asked when the man was facing him. Like before the masked man said nothing. Ghirahim stepped closer to the stranger; his face inches from the bone-white mask. "I'm being very patient," the demon said throwing back the cowl. Disordered, silver hair was being held back by a pair of pointed ears.
Ghirahim lean toward the exposed flesh, "I could make this painless, I just want your name." Once again no response. "Fine," Ghirahim snarled, "I'll settle for seeing the pain on your face as I rip you limb from limb." With that Ghirahim reached under the mask and ripped it off.
A pair of sharp red eyes looked back at his dark ones. Ghirahim had to blink a couple of times to ensure that he was seeing wrong. The chosen hero is a woman. That can't be right. I'm positive that the hero was male. "My Lord," a voice called making both the stranger's eyes and Ghirahim's turn to the sound. Vladimir ran to the pair to pull his lord aside.
"What's the big idea, Vlad," Ghirahim asked looking back at his prisoner. The woman hadn't moved an inch.
"You can't kill her," the bird demon panted.
Ghirahim raised a single eyebrow, "Is that sympathy I'm hearing?"
The bird squawked, "Impossible. It's just that the season of Toluv is fast approaching and you have yet to prepare for it. She could be the key of getting more support from the other nobles."
Ghirahim frowned, "So you're saying to spare that woman's life?"
"Yes, my lord. Just for Toluv. After that you can dispose of her." Ghirahim look at the albino female then back to Vladimir. He stood silent for a moment thinking.
"Madam Rahzel Farrow, second in the order of wisdom," a light voice said.
Ghirahim turned to the female. She was standing fearlessly studying the pair of demons. Maybe she could be useful. Vlad is right though; I haven't prepared anything. "Well little sparrow, you will accompany my servant Vladimir to my manor." The bird-demon had reached the woman's side and begun to guide her away.
Well, now that this misadventure is over I can retrieve the spirit maiden now. Ghirahim looked at the mask that was still in his hand. It would be best not to underestimate these sky people. In a flurry of diamonds, the mask disappeared. Ghirahim continued to walk through the forest in the direction that Vladimir had told him.
Just like Vladimir had told him, within a couple of minutes Ghirahim was standing in front the ruins of an ancient temple. From the entrance, he could sense the spirit maiden. Using her presence as a beacon, Ghirahim teleported.
When Ghirahim had rematerialized, he was in an empty room. He was facing a large golden door. The spirit maiden was on the other side of the large door. Humph, I guess I can't teleport in. Ghirahim laid one hand on the smooth surface. The contact left his hand burning. Of course, can't have a 'creature of the dark' spoil your sacred spring. Ghirahim growled. Her Grace would slip through his fingers if he couldn't get through. The sparrow could have probably opened this door. Ghirahim raised his hand summoning his black rapier again and was about to attack the barrier when he heard footsteps. Ghirahim grinned and teleported his sword away. Now this must be the chosen hero. Without facing the newcomer, Ghirahim spoke, "Look who it is." He turned to face the intruder.
A young man dressed in a green tunic stood in the center of the room looking rather nervous. This is the chosen hero? Quite a disappointment. Ghirahim's thoughts turned to the young woman. Of course she was pretty skilled for a Hylian. The hero was there staring at the demon lord. I guess I must say something. "I thought that tornado I stirred up would have tossed and torn you apart.. Yet here you are. Not in pieces." Ghirahim flipped his white hair out of his eyes, "Not that your life or death has any consequence." No response. Ghirahim looked at the door which was a lot more interesting than the hero. "It's just the girl that matters now, and I can sense her here.. Just beyond this door. Yes, we plucked Her Majesty from her perch in the clouds and now she's ours." Ghirahim could hear the hero shift to a more defensive position. Aah, he cares for the spirit maiden. Interesting. He still hasn't drawn his sword. Of course, I have yet to introduce myself. My where have my manners gone to today.
"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 Ghirahim. In truth, I very much prefer to be indulged with my full title: Lord Ghirahim. But I'm not fussy." Again, no response. They certainly don't teach proper etiquette up there in the sky. Or maybe the poor child is mute. The sound of a sword unsheathing broke his train of thought.
Poor sky child he doesn't know what he's doing, but I can't the foolish boy, he could open this infernal door. To the chosen hero he sighed, "Did you really just draw you sword? Foolish boy." Ghirahim finally looked at the hero. Anger was written all over the blonde's face. Ghirahim just had to provoke him; as always ready for a fight. "By all rights the girl should have fallen into our hands already." The boy was listening captively. Now to make him understand who he is dealing with. "She was nearly ours when that loathsome servant of the goddess snatched her away. Do you have any idea how that made me feel inside?" Ghirahim asked fingers twitching with anger and excitement for the battle ahead. Ghirahim threw his hands down dramatically, "Furious. Outraged. Sick with anger." Ghirahim disappeared in a storm of diamonds.
"This turn of events has left me with a strong appetite for bloodshed." Ghirahim reappeared silently and padded behind the green-clad hero. He leaned toward the hero's pointed ear. The boy froze feeling the demon lord's presence. "Still.. It hardly seems fair, being of my position, to take all of my anger out on you. Which is why I promise up front not to murder you." Ghirahim paused, "No, I'll just beat you within an inch of your life." Ghirahim hissed while his long tongue tasted the fear in the air. The sky child finally frightened distanced himself from the demon lord. Ghirahim chuckled and make his cape disappear in diamonds; after all, blood does stain.
The Hylian stood with both shield and sword drawn. The boy charged at the demon lord. Ghirahim frowned at the apparent lack of swordsmanship skills. The hero's grip was so weak and his fingers didn't properly cradle the hilt. Gathering his magic to his fingers, Ghirahim stopped the hero's sword between his pointer finger and middle finger. The young man tried to pull the blade from his grasp. With a simple pull, Ghirahim easily took the blade from the Hylian. The demon could have wielded the holy blade and defeated the unarmed man, but Ghirahim was a gentlemen and would not fight an unarmed opponent. Ghirahim threw the sword back to the blonde trying to aim for the Hylian's sword hand.
The boy picked up his shield to block the projectile and had picked up the fallen blade. Ghirahim frowned if this fight took any longer, the spirit maiden would escape. Ghirahim summoned his sword into his hand. The hero changed his crouched and rushed forward catching the Hylian off-gaurd. His black blade sliced easily thourgh the green fabric pouncing off chain mail. I have to guide him to the door, maybe his proximity to it would make it open. Ghirahim tried to direct the boy with his sword. Feeling that this plan wasn't working, Ghirahim teleported to beside the hero forcing the hero closer to the door. Again Ghirahim snapped his fingers to appear right in front of the blonde boy and there by forcing the boy to step in front of the door. Out of surprise the boy didn't step backwards, but slashed his sword across Ghirahim's chest and shoulders. Ghirahim growled and jumped out of the boy's reach. The shallow wounds slowly leaked blood. Ghirahim wiped blood from his lips.
"Well.. You put up more of a fight than I would have even thought possible. But don't clap for yourself quite yet that sword is the only reason your alive." And also the fact I promised not to kill you. Ghirahim sighed, "I fear I have spent too long teasing and toying with you. The girl's presence is all but gone now. Good-bye sky child. Run and play this time. Get in my way again though and you're dead." Ghirahim left the boy staring at him as he teleported to the entrance of the temple.
Ghirahim growled. If that woman hadn't distracted me, the sky maiden would be in my grasp now. Ghirahim traced his wounds watching as they closed at his all trace of the sky maiden gone, Ghirahim had no choice but to return to his manor in the mountains.
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When Ghirahim entered the stone castle nestled in the snow, a Bokoblin servant came to him. "Welcome back, my lord."
"Did Vladimir return, yet?" Ghirahim asked as he walked to his bedroom.
The servant faithfully followed, "Yes, my lord. He had a young woman. He took her to the dungeon."
Ghirahim stopped, "The dungeon?" The servant confirmed it. Ghirahim sighed. That's not the best place for her at least for my plan. Ghirahim dismissed the servant with an order for the cooks. Ghirahim climbed down the stairs to the dungeons.
The dungeons were damp and moldy. Each cell could only hold a single prisoner albeit very uncomfortably. Many different types of demons were held in the cells. Ghirahim sighed there was a lot of punishment to be dealt. The prison held several deserters who Ghirahim would have to execute. Traitors who also shared the same fate. Thieves and so forth and would need lesser crimes. Well, they can wait for tomorrow, Ghirahim thought as he past each cell. When he reached the end of the block, his eyes caught the silver hair of his captive.
The woman's head was bent to the ground, so her eyes were hidden. Oddly enough at this angle she looked slightly familiar. Ghirahim thought nothing of it; all Hylians looked about the same to him. Ghirahim placed a hand on the cell's lock. With a quick chant, the door unlocked and the demon lord opened the cell. The woman shifted slightly as if to allow more room for Ghirahim to enter; the cuffs around her wrists above her head jingled slightly.
"Poor little sparrow, there is no need to cry," the demon said as he entered into the narrow cell. He had to bend slightly forward to fit in.
The woman lifted her head. Ghirahim looked into those colorless eyes, but they remained guarded any emotion stifled and hidden. "As if. I don't fear you," the woman rolled her eyes. Ghirahim narrowed his eyes as he knelt in front of the woman till they were eye to eye. He grabbed her chin forcing the woman to look at him, "You should fear me." The woman smirked as Ghirahim rose to his feet. He summoned one of his throwing knives into his hands. He neared the woman and slid the knife along the wound on her hand where she had blocked his sword earlier.
"Is that what you wanted?" She asked bored.
"Yes, I'll be back to release you," the demon lord said as he turned to leave. His steps splashed in small puddles as he exited the dungeon. He teleported outside of the castle, about twenty yards from the manor. He buried the bloodied knife in the deep snow. Ghirahim chanted over the buried object.
With his spell cast, Ghirahim teleported back to the dungeon. "Lady Sparrow, I've come back to free you from this cage," the demon lord announced as he gave a mock bow. The woman rolled his eyes. Ghirahim released the cuffs on her hands. With her hands free the woman crossed her arms and remained in her odd sitting position. "Well, don't you want to see your room or would you like to stay here?"
"As tempting as the offer is. I fear I'm unable to move," the woman said. She pointed at her left leg. Ghirahim looked at the broken appendage.
"That is an easy fix," Ghirahim bragged as he placed his hand over the wound. The bone straightened. Surprisingly the woman didn't react as the bone fixed itself. Once he was done he also healed the wound on her hand. He took a couple of steps back as she stood to her full height. She looked at her now healed leg and jumped slightly careful not to hit her head on the low ceiling. "Hmm, Impressive," the young woman said shifting her weight to that leg.
Ghirahim flipped his hair, "What did you exp.." A fist made contact with his face making him see stars. His legs were kicked from under him and he landed ungracefully on the floor. Running footsteps retreated from the dungeon. Ghirahim chuckled to himself. This bird might be harder to tame than I thought.