Immediately Fi knew something was wrong. She could no longer detect Link's presence.
"Master Link?! Master!" Fi called out to Link, over and over, but to no avail. Exiting the sword, her eyes met a gruesome scene.
Sprawled out on the ground before her was Link, with much of his clothing stained in a deep red color, and Demise and Ghirahim were standing overheard, smirking as they stared at him. There was no longer her Master's aura around him, nor could Fi sense any of his vital signs.
"Master!" she cried out.
Her calculations told her that there was a 100% chance that Link was dead, but how could this be? Could Hylia and Impa have been wrong about who the true chosen hero was? No, that wasn't likely at all, Fi was sure of it. How could he have lost, though? If Link lost, then that means Hylia is also gone. And if Hylia is gone, then there is no hope whatsoever for the land of Hyrule. Demise now has more power then ever before since he has absorbed the goddess' soul.
Fi continued to call out to Link, has if maybe her calculations were incorrect. "Master Link, please wake up! Master, plea-"
Fi was immediately cut off in her futile attempts to wake her master. Ghirahim lunged out his arm and clutched Fi by the throat. "Your yelling is beginning to give me a headache, so if you would be so kind as to shut your mouth, I would appreciate it." Ghirahim chuckled.
Fi struggled against Ghirahim's hold, but it only made him tighten his grip. "Now now, there is no need to fight me, you'll only make things worse for yourself, although I do like watching others suffer." He chuckled again. "We are the ones in power now, so you would be wise to obey us, or else suffer the consequence, my dear." A nasty smile flicked across Ghirahim's face.
"I shall never obey you, I only serve Hylia and my Master!" Fi shouted and once again, Ghirahim's hand exerted more force on her throat.
"Oh really? And just look where that got you. Both that vile goddess and your pitiful Master are gone! Are you really quite certain you won't join us? We are the clear victors here, and if you stay with us, you won't have to go the same way as your useless masters," said Ghirahim.
"Never!" Fi shouted.
Ghirahim sighed. "Well, that most certainly is disappointing. It would be such a shame to lay waste to such a beautiful being such as yourself. Don't let that compliment go to your head, though, you are nothing compared to me and my gorgeous body." Ghirahim laughed and licked his lips. There was a sudden glint in his eye. "I've just had a wonderful thought, you know. Since I have some reluctance to just eliminate you and since I love to see others suffer, why don't we force you to obey us? Master, I'm sure you are more than capable of making her my slave, of course, if you would be willing." Ghirahim gave Demise a sweet smile, trying to persuade Demise with his adoration for him.
Demise crossed his arms and stared down at Ghirahim. "Oh, your slave? Why should we not share in this one's misery?"
"Master, please!" Ghirahim shouted, eyes wide and looking offended. "I would never allow such a lowly creature serve you. I am your loyal servant for all of eternity, I will do whatever you want. This one is most undeserving of even being in your presence!"
Demise grunted and let a small smile slip. "I suppose you are correct in that. And yes, it would be very simple now for me to force her to work for us. Normally I would be unable to touch the sword, but now that I have consumed Hylia and her powers, nothing could possibly stop me."
Ghirahim smiled delightfully and turned back to Fi. "Do you hear that? We can no longer be stopped!"
Demise cleared his throat and continued, "And I do suppose you are deserving of a reward, Ghirahim, for being most loyal and helping bring me back to full power." Demise turned around and raised his arm, holding it out until a portal had appeared. "Let us return to the realm of mortals, so that we may begin preparations to conquer Hyrule."
As Demise stepped through portal, Ghirahim picked up the master sword and snapped his fingers, making a chain appear around Fi's neck. He pulled her along as he advanced towards the swirling, dark light that would return them to the forest. Fi looked back at Link's lifeless body, trying to calculate any possibilities of hope to be had, only to find none. Ghirahim glanced back and noticed Fi still staring at Link.
"Such a shame, really," he said. "I think Link would have made a wonderful servant as well, or at least a personal play toy to relieve stress when I am infuriated." Ghirahim smirked and laughed at the look of almost shock on Fi's face before stepping through the portal.
Just before getting dragged through, Fi called out to Link one more time. "I'll miss you, Master Link! You have showed me how to feel happiness, and I thank you for that!"
With a last tug, Fi came tumbling out on the other side of the portal and it vanished. There was little possibility Link's body would ever be removed from that realm. If only she could have brought her Master's body, so his friends might give him a proper burial.
Link's friends... They are in danger now that Link is gone. She must warn them, before it's too late, but how? Fi already knew the answer to that though: Scrapper!
She quickly picked up telepathically on Scrapper's presence. She needed to send him the message before Demise made her Ghirahim's slave.
"Scrapper, I have an important message for you. Master Link and Zelda are dead, they have been defeated. Please, I have been captured and I need your help. Do you not come looking for me, just warn the people of Skyloft and the creatures of The Surface. Demise and Ghirahim intend to conquer every inch of land they can get their hands on, and they are more powerful then ever! The people must protect themselves!"
Fi barely managed to get out the last sentence just before a strange sensation overcame her. She was still herself, although it felt like she was pushed back in her mind, and her body reacted of it's own accord. She was no longer able to fight against the rising evils, and every one of her calculations foretold a definite chance of doom.