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The white haired slave sat lonely in the middle of the room. He was on time, in fact, early. He was fearful by the bloody chains hanging from the ceiling. There where knives, swords, and daggers hanging from the walls and even scattered across the floor.
Within minutes, the silence was erupted by Demise's footsteps. The child jumped and gasped as a big shadow covered his entire small frame. Quickly turning, he stood and bowed.
"Master." The boy greeted.
"Pick up a sword." Demise ordered walking past him. "Any sword, it does not matter."
The child saw a black sword he really liked. It had a red jewel near the handle, and it was much bigger than he. He slowly picked up the sword and noted how heavy it looked, and how light it really was.
"Good. Fight me. Land a hit on me, and I will reward you." Demise opened a book in his left hand while holding a jagged sword on his right. The sword looked like the Master Sword, only darker. The young demon knew the master sword well from the first war between the demon's and Hylia. It was right before he was sold.
Hylia held a harp in her glowing hand, the blessed sword in the other. But no blood was shed onto that sword. Demise's sword had sharp tips and a triforce near the base of the black blade. The young demon gulped nervously, gripping the sword tighter with both of his hands.
And without delay, the battle commenced. The white haired boy swung vertically only to be blocked horizontally. The child thought for a minute. Even if he were able to hit his master, no damage would be done to those massive scales covering the skin of the king.
Demise read the book and lazily gripped the sword. The child thought for a second more before diving and sliding along his stomach under Demise's legs bouncing up and hitting his master square in the back. That scared him though. His master didn't react at all. W-was he mad?
A low chuckle sounded through the room scaring the child into dropping the sword to the ground.
"Impressive my young slave. You were able to land a single blow on my back in just under a minute." Demise turned suddenly. "I do believe you have talent. And you say you don't know your father?"
"No, I know his name master, but I am unaware of any other status he might have had before slavery." The young boy replied looking fearfully to his master.
"Well that is a shame then isn't it? I must test your balance though in order to fully see your capability. There's a rope in the left corner of the room. Move the two posts out and tie the rope tightly to the posts. Make sure the rope doesn't curve at all."
"Yes master." And Demise watched the young five year old boy move the heavy crates and posts. He was very strong, and fast. And soon the task was done.
"Now, walk across the rope with your bare feet. Do not fall." The child climbed onto the crates and poles that were only three feet off the ground. The rope was about 10 feet long and very strait and stiff. Slowly, the young demon stepped onto the rope staring forward and thinking about air. He had to do this.
And he took a slow, steady step forward, and another, and another, until he made it across the rope. His balance was impressive to the demon king. Never before had he seen one so young with such balance and with those kind of fighting instincts.
"Good. And you say you have no name?" Demise asked.
"No Master."
"You do now. Ghirahim shall be your name. Ghir being merciless in the demonic tongue. Rahim being death." The young child stared in awe at his master.
He had... a name. He wasn't just a number now, he was a, person.
"Th-thank you master!" The boy took all his self control not to run and hug the man before him.
"Now, you need to gather your strength do you not? Come, we shall feed you the nutrients you need to grow stronger." Now he was being fed! This was all happening too fast!
One moment, he was almost dead, now, he was an actual demon! A demon, about to be fed! was his life turning around now? Was it because of his skills, he got to go do actual things a regular demon would be able to?
He was actually full! For the first time, he couldn't eat anymore food! He had actual meat, bread, and vegetables! It was amazing!
The satisfied demon sighed and hugged his tummy with a smile. "Thank you master!" The boy sighed.
"Do you want to keep eating? No chores at all?" The king looked to his slave. He really did see potential.
"But of course! Any slave would kill to be me right now!"
"Each day you prove to me that you want this life, you shall receive it. Each day, you must show improvement until I decide you are through. If enough signs occur, within time, we will see what we can do to enhance your skills."
"Yes master, it is understood." Life was actually better, he did not know what to say! The newly named, "Ghirahim" sat back in his chair with a small smile to his face. Maybe life wasn't so cruel. Maybe Demise was nice because he had seen the potential in the boy! The demon knew he wasn't going to blow this!
Ghirahim laid on the stone, he couldn't stop smiling! He should be sleeping, for there was another lesson tomorrow, and he was going to be fed again!
He should sleep but he couldn't! It was so exciting!