Heat filled the room, and Demises cold stare pierced Links very soul. The darkness seemed to fleet as demise stepped closer to link. All Link could do, was think how did get out? There was a strong binding on demises world. Maybe demise didn't come to Links world, maybe Link is in his. But how? There were so many questions, but the one that demise asked was not one of them.
"You fucked my sword?" demise was serious
Link shook his head, no. "You little twat, I swear. This time I going to kill you, and you think that little lighting tricking was nice, well just wait until you see what I learned in purgatory." Link wasn't sure if that's what would call it, it seemed more like isolation. Nobody has yet judged the evil within Demise's own soul.
Link stood up, and started to back up towards the infinite darkness opposite of Demise. The questions kept coming to him like cars on a racetrack. They began fill his mind with noiseless static. He wasn't ready for this, and he was sure his face expressed these emotions.
"You look like a frightened little bitch." He seemed proud of the statement. Demise prodded around as if he owned the place. "How about this, since I am a sensible person. I'll give you three days to prepare and come back with a fire in belly." Demise chuckled, laughing at unknown joke.
He snapped his fingers, and Ghirahim appeared out of thin air, like usual. "Yes, you beckoned." Ghirahim kept his head bowed, and immediately got on his knees.
Demise took Ghirahim head, and lifted him into the air staring intently into his eyes. "You've been screwing the little child."
"No, I wouldn't dare think to do such a thing." Ghirahim glanced towards link and winked.
"Don't you lie? Don't forget I own you, I control you. As easy as I control, is as easy as I can destroy you. So I'll ask you again did screw the little white boy."
"Yes, I apologize" Ghirahim averted his gaze towards the floor. Ghirahim wasn't sorry but why did demise need to know that.
Demise threw him across the room into an apparent wall. "Now was that so damn hard." He paused, as if to relish the moment of power. "Telling the truth is life skill, and a virtue." Demise turned towards Link with a look so fierce links own eyelashes began to feel as if they were staring to burn. "You got fucked by the wrong one. If you want to see what real men do, then all you have to is ask."
At that point a monstrosity occurred, it was so unappealing that Link began to fade into unconsciousness, with Ghirahim screams echoing through his ears. Even in the dream state what was occurring outside his mind seemed to so vivid in his mind as well. It was wrong, not bestiality wrong, he thought, just having sex with a nun wrong. Link eventually gave up and let the indescribable detestable events unfold.
