Warning!

This chapter is part of the reason that this fic is rated M. It does deal with sexual content. I am warning you now, if you are offended do not read on.

The Heaven & Hell Child

Chapter VII: Preparing for his Return

Zelda fell onto her bed and let out a moan of ecstasy. "Home," she whimpered. Link smiled as he threw her bag on the ground.

"It's not that bad in the desert," he spoke.

"I'd take Hell over going back to that desert," the princess retorted.

"Well I hate to put a damper on your little homecoming, but we need to find Varcill," he spoke, his tone becoming serious.

Zelda reluctantly pulled herself off the bed and nodded. "Right. We should start thinking about that," she agreed.

"Zel, I hate to be the one who says this, but if Varcill really plans to go through with this, we might have a whole other war on our hands," the Hero of Time said in a serious tone Zelda had rarely seen. "I think we need to call a full military council."

Zelda looked at Link. She had seen him with that look in his eye once before. He was never this serious unless he was truly afraid of something. "Alright."

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It took time to call a military council. Representatives from all the races in Hyrule were required to come. Zelda sent out runners to each, ordering them to send someone to Hyrule Castle immediately. Link was the messenger for the Kokiri, since he was the one of the only two Hylians who were allowed access to the forest.

It took days for all the representatives to arrive. The Kokiri sent Saria, since she was the only one capable of leaving the forest. The Gorons sent Durunia, their king and Link, his son. The Zora people sent Princess Ruto, due to her services in the war and her mystical abilities as a sage. The people of Kakario Village sent Impa, for she was familiar with the situation and was the only one of them who knew Princess Zelda. The Gerudo sent Nabooru and the woman they put in charge of their small militia, Dezra. There were three representatives of the Hylians themselves: Link, Zelda, and Sir. Jammis.

All of the leaders sat together in the Hyrule Castle Conference Room. Each had a small plate with some small snack and a glass of crystal clear water. Each plate's content varied with the species (and pregnancy). Also in front of each person was a report that detailed everything that had happened since the beginning of the war, almost seven and a half long years ago, up until this point.

Zelda sat at the head of the table, her arms folded and her face stern. "You were all informed why this meeting was called," she began. "But to refresh your memory, I will explain again. As you all know, in the very beginning weeks of the war, Ganondorf's chosen second in command, Nabooru, betrayed him and almost had him killed. She made a strategic attempt to find something in the Spirit Temple that would help her fight Ganondorf and regain control of the Gerudo tribe. Ganondorf was, as he always was, furious. He had two of his most trusted servants capture her and she became his slave for the next seven years, until Sir. Link freed her." Zelda paused and gestured towards Link.

"However, with Nabooru gone, Ganondorf had no one to lead the war on a military level. He needed a second in command who was ruthless, cruel, and almost as powerful as he was. An extoen named Varcill took up the role. He led Ganondorf's war effort with almost perfect results. Ganondorf was pleased and Varcill held the position for seven years, calling himself the Black Knight."

Zelda stopped and nodded at Link. The Hero of Time stood up. "Varcill disappeared shortly after the war ended. He made a selfish move and kidnapped several of the Gerudo women from their homes. His intent was to hand them off to his men as a sort of reward for their loyalty."

"A sick reward," Ruto cut in.

"Yeah, but they weren't going to argue. Anyway, once they finished with the women, Varcill offered them back to their families, but only if Princess Zelda and I accompanied Nabooru. I was not willing to risk the princess, so I took it upon myself to deal with Varcill myself and keep her out of harms way."

"You left just to protect Zelda?" Ruto asked, clearly awed by the young man's bravery. Link didn't answer, but merely nodded.

"Liar!" Nabooru said through a very fake cough.

Link ignored her and continued. "Once there I discovered that Varcill's plan was to release Ganondorf from the evil realm and continue where the war left off."

"Bull!" Nabooru snapped through another fake cough.

"Nabooru, you should take care of that cough. Someone might die!" Link snapped.

"No, no," Nabooru replied. "I'm fine. It's just a tickle in my throat."

"Try to control it," Link advised.

Everyone in the room was forced to smile or chuckle at the small spat. Link shook his head and turned back to business. He gestured for Zelda to take over again. "I think we all remember what the war was like," Zelda started. "The Gorons were almost devoured by the great dragon, Volvagia. The Zora were frozen alive and their beautiful home became an ice land. The Gerudo split and had to deal with a civil war of their own. I could go on."

"Hell," Impa cut in. "That was just what Ganondorf did. Varcill's soldiers slaughtered half the people in Kakario Village, destroyed the magical academy that was hidden in Death Mountain, enslaved the resistance movement, and hundreds of women, ranging from the age of thirteen to seventy were raped, the princess of Hyrule included."

"We're all aware of the damage done. And those were just the effects on this world. In the later years of the war, Ganondorf began to summon creatures from other dimensions. You all heard the tales of the dragon Volvagia's rebirth, Morpha, the water elemental, Bongo Bongo, and the twin witches, Kome and Kotake. They were all summoned from other dimensions by Ganondorf," Zelda explained.

"Not to mention the creature he pulled from the dimension that mirrors our own," Link interjected. Link looked around the room and found questioning faces all around. He sighed and took a deep breath. "Ganondorf found a dimension that mirrors our own. It's basically a reversed version of our own. What we consider dark, they consider light, and vice-versa. Meaning we all have duplicates of ourselves in that dimension… evil duplicates. Ganondorf summoned mine into this reality. I managed to injure him, and he fled back into his own realm."

"He also attempted something that no mortal has ever been able to do before," Saria added. "He tried to create a genuine addition to life as we know it. He tried to give life to his own sick and twisted creations. He almost succeeded."

"He created a phantom version of himself," Link remembered with a nod. It wasn't complete. That's probably the only reason I beat it when I didn't have the sages backing me."

"This is all fascinating," Ruto cut in. "But let's get to the point of why we came here. How do we stop Varcill?"

Zelda sighed and replied, "We honestly don't know at this point."

"Which is why we have to work under the assumption that we can't," Link added. "We have to be prepared for a state of all out war! So, with that said, we need to know the condition each of you are in. Durunia?"

The goron King thought for a moment and then nodded. "We've got several hundred gorons who live in the Goron City itself and even more living around the mountain" he replied. "We can fortify our defenses and give our soldiers weapons. We'll even have a few troops to spare," he replied. "But I'm afraid we won't be able to send more than fifty or so troops to aid the Hylian Army."

Link nodded and turned to the Zora Princess. "Ruto?"

"The Zora people were nearly wiped out during the war. We've only got a few hundred Zora throughout Hyrule. We could send word to our friends in Termina, Lybrinna, and Holdrum, but I don't see why they'd risk their necks for us," she said grimly.

"Zora reproduce faster than Hylians do," Link mused. "How long would it take for a newly born to reach young adulthood?"

"Link!" Ruto exclaimed. "You want us to start breeding for war!"

"No," he replied. "But you might have to."

"Well, Zora children age roughly at the same rate as Hylians. The fact that we have more children at once doesn't mean they'll be ready to fight any faster," she replied bitterly.

"Ruto, nobody likes the idea of war breeding," Zelda spoke in a comforting tone.

"Saria?" Link asked.

"You personally know the Kokiri, Link. We're not fighters. We're children," she replied. "Most of us spent seven years in hiding after the Great Deku Tree died."

"There are still ways you can help. The forest has some of the most nutritious soil in Hyrule. The children can start making gardens and growing herbs we can use," he replied.

"Then I'll make sure they do," the young girl replied.

Link nodded at her. "Nabooru?"

"There are more than enough gerudo to fight in the war. I'll keep only as many soldiers as I need to solidify the fortress's defense, and the rest will join the Hylian Army," the queen replied.

"Good. Speaking of the Hylian Army, Jammis?"

Sir. Jammis shook his head. "The boys we're training now aren't ready for war, Link. We've got maybe two hundred soldiers we can send into battle. The rest are not ready."

Link nodded, having expected that answer. "Zel, what about you? Have you contacted the white mages yet?"

"I've tried, but they don't believe anyone can free Ganondorf. Rauru is trying to convince them, but it's going slow," she replied.

"Damn," Link muttered. "Well, have to make plans that don't include them. And speaking of plans, does anybody have one?"

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Varcill sat before the Extoen High Court, back on their small isle. His legs were crossed and his arms folded. A wide smirk marked his face. The moment he had returned to the island he had been arrested for high treason and murder. His trial was going slowly, for he was making a laughing stock out of everyone in the room.

"You betrayed the Extoen's agreement never to step foot on Hylian ground again!" The head of the court shouted.

"They didn't even notice! They didn't even remember the damn agreement!" Varcill snarled.

"You went to the King of Evil! He wouldn't give a damn about the treaty!" One of the High Council members shouted.

"Neither did anyone else," Varcill muttered.

The head of the court stood up. His face contorted with anger as he spoke. "Never, in the history of the extoen race have we been insulted the way you have! We have never felt the sting of betrayal the way we feel it now!"

"Oh please!" Varcil sneered. "What betrayal? I never swore loyalty to anyone in my life, except King Ganondorf!"

"You were born and raised amongst the extoen race! You owe us your loyalty!" The extoen high council leader barked.

"I lived in a tree house that my dead mother and father built themselves. I stole or grew pretty much everything I ever ate and the money it took to bribe my way into the academy came from a gem that I found! I don't owe anyone in this dimension anything." Varcill replied coolly. "In fact, I was a god amongst the other extoen soldiers. You should worship me!"

The members of the high court chuckled. "We worship only one deity, Varcill. We worship the goddess of power," the leader replied.

"Then why didn't you swear allegiance to her chosen one?" The Black Knight asked, a wide smile breaking across his face.

"Ganondorf stole the symbol of Din. He had no right to be called her chosen. The other two earned the right to be called chosen! The man who wields the Triforce of Courage is the legendary Hero of Time! The woman who wields the Triforce of Wisdom is the Great Sage! Ganondorf was little more than a thief… until he became a tyrant."

Varcill snickered. "You always believed and extoen would take the Triforce of Power didn't you?" He asked. "I intend to fulfill that dream! One day the extoens will worship me! I will be their king!"

The council members scoffed. "Your ambition is great, but little more than a child's dream."

Varcill shook his head and stood up. The moment he did soldiers who had been hidden within the shadows of the room had their crossbow pointed at him. If he made so much as one move, he would be an extoen porky-pine.

Varcill extended his arm and conjured a large katana in a blaze of fiery green light. The arrows were unleashed. The moment the arrowheads reached one inch of Varcill an invisible barrier disintegrated them to ashes. It would take them far too much time to reload before he could attack. The soldiers threw down their bows and drew the trademark katanas of the extoen race. All the soldiers rushed at him with speed and furry that would make a regular man freeze. Varcill was surrounded and he knew it. He knew that it didn't matter.

Two men on opposite sides reached him at the same time. The one on his right stabbed at him. The one on his left brought the blade down in a vertical slash. The Black Knight stepped backwards and drove his blade into a soldier who was about to reach in. The two soldiers who had attempted to double team him brought their blades down on each other. Varcill didn't stop to see if they were dead. He wrenched his blade free of the soldier behind him and brought it up to block a slash from his left side. The extoen renegade gathered a ball of dark energy in his spare hand. Before the soldier he was grappling with knew it, the ball had torn through his abdomen and exploded out his back.

The Black Knight had killed four soldiers in less than thirty seconds. This act had frightened the other extoen soldiers, or at least made them cautious. None attacked, but they circled him and began to scan him for a weakness. This also gave Varcill a chance to see what was going on. There were only six soldiers still alive and the three who sat on the council.

"Game over," he whispered.

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Varcill smiled as he looked at the damage he had done. He still heard the whimpering sounds from the only woman who had been in the room. She had been the first woman to ever sit on the extoen High Council. Varcill had also saved her for last. Everyone else in the room was dead. The soldiers littered the ground before the table. The two men on the council hadn't had a chance to leave their seats, for Varcill had slaughtered them with such speed. The extoen woman was too scared to move. The death of ten highly trained soldiers and two of her colleagues had glued her to her seat.

"Are you scared?" Varcill asked still looking at the carnage before him.

The woman only whimpered as the Black Knight turned to look at her. He raised his sword and glanced at the flat side. The blood of the men he had slaughtered remained on the blade. Varcill turned back to the council woman. Her acid green eyes were filled with terror.

With a smirk, Varcill placed his katana's flat end to the side of her neck. She could feel the warm blood sticking to her jet black curls. She inhaled sharply, expecting him to bring the blade across her neck or use it to remove her head from her shoulders. The Black Knight reached forward and grabbed her by the collar. With a quick jerk, Varcill ripped the woman's blouse from her body. He didn't look at her. He merely turned away and used her white blouse to wipe the blood from his sword. Once the blade was cleansed of blood, he tossed the blood stained blouse to the ground and drove his sword into the ground.

The woman gasped as she watched him effortlessly drive his sword into the concrete floor. Varcill turned back to her with a smirk. This time he took the time to inspect her body. Her exposed breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing. The Black Knight enjoyed watching her squirm under his probing eyes.

He began to round on the helpless woman. She rose from her seat and backed away. Varcill caught up to her and easily shoved her to the ground. The young extoen woman yelped in pain as she smacked into the ground. She tried to crawl away from Varcill, but he was over her within a second. He fell to his knees and grabbed her by the neck.

"By the gods I hope you're a screamer!" Varcill spoke as he licked his lips.

Varcill was not disappointed. All night, the poor woman's screams echoed throughout the empty room as she endured Varcill's sick tortures.

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Zelda howled with laughter as Link's fingers continued to tickle her feet. While Varcill was busy murdering the extoen high council, Link and Zelda were busy playing with each other. It had started out as a romantic foot rub. Then Link discovered that Zelda's feet were ticklish. The princess had not been able to catch her breath since.

"Stop it!" She shrieked, but to no avail.

Link was relentless as he continued to torture the princess with her foot rub. Zelda could hardly breathe. After what felt like a brief eternity, Link stopped. Zelda simply sat, lying on the bed, trying catch her breath, while Link watched her, a wide grin spread across his face.

"Gods, I love you," he whispered.

Zelda stilled didn't have enough strength to answer. She simply raised her hand and made a very rude gesture with it. Link's jaw went slack. "You did not!" He gasped. The princess smiled.

"You didn't have to be such a jerk, you know," she replied as she sat up. They were face to face now. Link pulled Zelda close. Their foreheads connected shortly before their lips. The two shared a very passionate kiss.

Zelda abruptly broke the kiss. Link looked at her and saw a look of awe. Her hand moved down to her abdomen. "Link!" She gasped, grabbing his hand and moving it to her stomach.

"Zeld-," Link froze. He felt it too. It wasn't very strong, but he could definitely feel a bumping against her stomach. The baby was kicking. He looked from her stomach to Zelda's face. "Zelda?"

"The baby's kicking," she murmured.

"Zelda, how far along-,"

"Five months," she replied.

"Five months," Link repeated. "Just four more to go."

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For some, the dawn came slowly that morning. For others, the night came and went too quickly. Varcill was inclined to agree with the latter. As he finished pulling his armor back on, the Black Knight turned back to the poor woman on the extoen council. She was a pathetic sight to be sure. Her naked form had curled up into a ball and was now sobbing. Varcill was inclined to remove his armor and take her again. He resisted the urge, however. He had work to do.

The Black Knight grabbed his katana from the place where he had driven it into the ground the previous night. He forced the woman onto her stomach and stomped his boot onto her upper back, mashing her breasts into the ground.

"Please!" She whimpered.

Varcill's blade touched her lower back and began to tear through her soft flesh. The poor woman screamed as he lazily dragged the blade across her back. When Varcill was finished he smiled at his handiwork. He had carved the image of a triangle into her back. She sobbed in agony as the blood flowed freely from the shallow wounds.

Varcill reached into a pouch on his belt and drew forth a handful of fine sand. He slowly let the sand fall from his hand and onto her back. The woman screamed as the sand stung her open wounds. The sand that had not been painted red by her blood flashed a fiery green color for a brief moment before it disappeared.

"That is my mark," he hissed. "I'll be able to find you. It doesn't matter how deep a hole you crawl into. You will always be my slave!"

The extoen high council woman whimpered at his words and nodded in fear that he would hurt her if she didn't accept it. Varcill was about say more but he was interrupted.

"VARCILL!" The named was bellowed throughout the entire room.

"Aw, damn it," the extoen muttered. "I shouldn't have let you in on the plan until you were in this reality!"

"VARCILL!" Ganondorf's furious voice repeated.

"Yeah, we got that! You said my name! What do you want?" Varcill shouted back at his master's voice, which seemed to come from no where.

"What are you doing?" Ganondorf bellowed.

"This bitch! Are you blind?" The extoen retorted as he gestured to the woman he had just raped.

"There are things to be done before pleasure, my friend!" The King of Evil growled. "We must prepare for the days to come!"

"Prepare?" Varcill asked sarcastically. "You're barking at me about fucking around instead of preparing?" He demanded. "Maybe if you had thought about that before, Link wouldn't have banished your ass into a hell dimension!"

Ganondorf's chuckles echoed throughout the room. Varcill paused. He had expected Ganondorf to be angry at him for his antagonizing. Instead he was laughing.

"Varcill, I wouldn't take back those couple of hours for the world!" Ganondorf replied, his voice filled with a heaven-like tone.

The extoen groaned. "So the bitch was good!" He shouted. "And because of that You Are In HELL!"

"With a loyal servant to save me," the dark king replied. "Do not waste time! Take the extoen isles and then begin working on the spell to bring me back!"

"Oh, yes sir!" Varcill said with a mock salute. "I'll do whatever you want Mr. Big Scary Voice That Can't Do Shit! Hey, I've got one of those too!" He shouted. Varcill covered his mouth so his voice would be muffled. "You can kiss my ass!" He bellowed into his hands.

The tremendous power of Ganondorf's rage could be felt across all the extoen isles.

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Okay, I lied. Last time I said I was going to feature the return of an old character. I decided to push her return back a little ways for certain more dramatic reasons. Anyway, sorry to keep you waiting. Please R&R and I'll update soon.