The words Gvhinge Ayohuhisdi mean Black Death! It's Uzbek!


Chapter Seven: Gvhinge Ayohuhisdi


Dakota knew this wasn't going to end well. Still wounded and surrounded by a pack of bokoblins. Not to mention a certain demon lord that was with them.

Ghirahim didn't need to tell his stupid hoard twice. They looked at themselves and grumbled in annoyance. Stalking closer to me with caution. Dakota lets loose a vicious growl.

His blocky head snapping to glare at all of them. "What you want a piece of me eh? First one gets a prize!" Dakota sneered with half loathing and half amusement. Ghirahim just stood their. Hands on his hips just watching. Watching with mild amusement. Mild. One of the bokoblins shrugged and just went for it.

The golden wounded beast was ready for it. Twisting his mostly incapacitated body around to strike. Said weapon it had was a spear and it was poised to strike him down. A sharp wood and bone spear.

The bokoblin cackled with excitement. Lunging the spear at his head.

He didn't think. He just went for it. Better his mouth than his brain. Jaws with jagged canines crunched down with thousands of pounds of pressure.

The result?

Splinters of wood and bones flew in all directions. Some embedding themselves within the cavity of his gums and mouth. Did he stop there? Oh hell no. The bokoblin's confidence faded like the sunset. That moment of uncertainty and the look that he fucked up flashed on that hideous face.

Opening his mouth for a brief moment, only to lunge forward and grab another more intact part of the weapon. Using much less jaw force than before. Yanking the spear and the still holding on bokoblin towards him.

The others were hissing and roaring, Dakota's dull eyes glancing over to see some of them charging in. No time to lose.

A second later...

To say the bokoblin went right into his mouth would be an understatement. The whole head fit right in with ease. It's arms flailing around, no longer holding it's weapon.

It eventually stopped seconds later, now trying to pry his jaws off instead.

One more second…

Those dull glazed over eyes found their fire. Becoming a fiery green that very quickly turned into a blazing blood red soulless eyes. No pupil in sight. Glowing like a forest fire. Staring right into those dark chestnut eyes that belong to him.

Ghirahim

The look of surprize just beginning to appear on his face.

Another second more...

Jaws of steel clamped down. Crushing the bokoblin's skull without mercy. Blood and brain matter leaking out of those tightly closed jaws.

Shrieks of anger filled the area. They were mad, no furious. Good. They should be. Dakota's headache was becoming a searing pain. A blinding white clouded his vision just behind those eyes.

Head shaking. Not out of habit or annoyance, but out of pain. The furious pain, it was intense. It hurt.

It hurt so much that he stood up. The pain in his head blocking any other. Hissing coming out of his mouth, from the pain. Every muscle in his body was shaking, consolving. A cold sweat already on his forehead.

Ghirahim cocked his head, curious of what was going on.

A bokoblin with a sword stabbed Dakota right in his hind leg. He didn't even feel it. The pain in his head was so bad it was overwhelming his system.

The bandaging on his body started to seep with blood, turning crimson. Many shades of crimson.

"J-just… ki...ll… me… a-alr..ead...y." Dakota couched through pain filled gasps. Then a spiked club hit his hind legs. Knocking him flat off his feet. He only cried out, bellowing the growls and roars of pain.

The blinding pain and white light was soon accompanied by a relentless ringing.

Everything went white, the ringing became so fast that it seemed like it was silent. Or maybe he just got used to it.


"What does it do?" I ask, tilting my head. Curios, yeah I was. Curious as a cat. Little brother looks at me with scorn. "Really? For a big brother you're dumb as bricks sometimes. How did you make it past infancy?" Little brother questions.

He was sneering at me as he worked on his weapon. True it was already finished but he sought to add something else. Why? To control me.

Only if I got out of hand. Apparently he hates it when he has to rein me back in by primitive means. . He does it… a lot. Go me! Little brother sighs and it was now that I noticed that I was practically leaning over his shoulder.

"Look I can't concentrate when you are breathing in my ear. Distance yourself Gvhinge Ayohuhisdi." Brother sneered the name and I hissed like a snake.

"Don't call me that." Was my only response. He stops working on infusing his sword to look at me with a smirk. Fuck. "Distance yourself Black Death." He chortles like a dragon. I let a scowl loose.

"Saying it in english will not plead your case." I utter, whacking him on the head. He looks away and says. "Careful what you say Dake!" Skylar chirps, suddenly swinging his sword at me. Little did I know it was finished.

The closeness between us was a matter of inches. The silver and blue sword glowing a pure white even as it made contact with my cheek.

It didn't cut deep with my quick reactions but it stung like of a son of a-


Consciousness awoke me like a waterfall of scalding water.

Wait…

My eyes snapped open when my body failed to react to the burning sensation on my skull. I couldn't see crap. Just a blinding white light like before. My voice however was fully operational.

My jaws instinctively opening up to clamp down on the nearest thing and sadly it wasn't what I wanted. Splinters of wood and metal bits flew in all directions. A shriek of surprize and the noise of feet clumsily shuffling alerted me that there was a bokoblin.

The victim I had taken my temporary anger out on was completely destroyed.

"Bitch!" I roar, finishing off what I thought was going to be the continuation of my memories. I do admit that it was better than the others with him.

The bokoblin doesn't attack. Okay, well maybe he killed himself in fear. That or he took off the second I awoke. I try to get up but nothing happens. I am?

"No you're not chained up. You've simply been given a paralytic agent found in the depths of Faron woods. Quite rare, you should be honored!" Someone says. I close my eyes and sigh. Just hearing him made me want to roll over and die.

"Unless you've come to end me then get the hell out." I groan. Dealing with him right now could possibly be the worst thing I could do.

He starts laughing like I just said the funniest thing. At Least I could talk back.

"Really you're telling me to leave? You're my guest. In. My. House." That amused voice turned harsh like sand paper. Evil bastard. I hate him. "Look I got a major headache, I can't see shit. I can't move and to top it all off… Brother's blade still stings!" I start small petty complaints.

However my voice turns dark and harsh. Sounding more demonic than anything.

"Hmm, that brings me to some questions. That is after all why I came here." I hear footsteps coming closer, right in front of my face. Yet I know he wasn't stupid enough to be within biting range.

"That blade must of been in there a while for it to still hurt…" He trails off, contemplating. I groan in irritation.

"Since you clearly won't leave unless I spill it fine! My brother has power, power that can counter mine in larger quantities. That being very painful. As far as I know there is probably still some lingering in there." My eyes open back up and I sigh.

Ghirahim makes a thinking noise before mumbling "Makes sense I suppose. However what could you possibly possess to need such quantities of divine power? That blade stings worse than the boy's."

I roll my eyes, which earns a chuckle from the heavenly voice above . Like hell he is.

"Since you seem to know my name and title. What are you called?" Ghirahim asks nicely. Odd. "I've had enough for today." I growl. Ghirahim chuckles again, very darkly.

My breathing picks up a notch. If I weren't paralyzed I would of made a run for it or tried to have attacked.

"Oh I'm not asking. I'm demanding. I decide when you are done." The demon lord hisses. I hear him shift and move around towards my backside. My eyes straining to get a look at him, yet come up unsuccessful.

The next moment I felt his boot make contact between my shoulder blades. Crying out without restraint only seemed to feed his amusement. Damned sadistic demon lord.

Now that I felt. My heart was racing, my breathing turned harsh and ragged. Who knew not being able to see or move really brought out the coward in me. "Your name." He snarls, pressing his boot on my broken wing.

When I don't answer right away he puts pressure on it. I cringe and let out a more controlled cry.

"My name is Dakota…" I say quickly, my mind being pulled back to the most recent memory. "I am known as the Gvhinge Ayohuhisdi where I am from." I add in. I said it out of pity, not for my brother but for myself. From what I got out of the memory was a name I hated.

Call it petty punishment, but I deserve it.

"Gvhinge Ayohuhisdi…" Ghirahim tests the name out, seemingly pleased by the way he sounded. "That has a nice ring to it. Now, what does it mean. Demon lords don't have all day so spill it." See point proven. He liked the way it sounded.

I don't answer him, my eyes were closed again as I focused on reining my breathing back in. I needed to calm down. He growls with clenched teeth at me. Pressing down on my wing like before.

"It means… Black Death." I say through gasps of pain. Seriously can he please stop, or just end it now!