Chapter 6 – Ghirahim POV
Yes, I was watching the sky child. What better did I have to do with my purpose in life gone? I found him terribly intriguing and enjoyed watching him, like a cat does a mouse. Plus I wasn't out of place, I had a manor not far from here that I was currently residing at, and was just inspecting the area… It was just a coincidence that I happened upon him. I couldn't help but laugh when the clumsy boy stumbled into that trench, but I must say I did feel, remorse? Or something along the lines of it (I never was very good with emotion). I teleported myself to where the boy lay, now unconscious. I felt a sensation in my chest at seeing my sky child clinging onto life. A sensation I knew quite well, it was bloodlust. Seeing him covered in his own blood brought out my less, lord-like traits and my more demon ones. I pushed that aside, figuring I ought to help the boy, lest I lose him, and I surely didn't feel ready to for that. It would take me a long time to come to terms with these emotions I had begun feeling, but with all the time I had to think about them thus far, I learned that I could not rid myself of them so easily.
Cringing slightly at the thought of my outfit getting messed up, I picked the boy up bridal style, and with a snap teleported us to my manor where I could fix him up. For such a short fall, I had to say he'd managed to hurt himself rather fatally. Not wanting to ruin the interior of my house, I carried the boy into a bathroom, and lay him in the tub for the time being. I'd have to go find him a fairy. I doubted even that would fix him up all the way, and he'd probably be left with scraps and scratches, but it would keep him alive for sure. I knew I had one bottled up somewhere, so with haste, I went to look. After 3 minutes or so of erratic teleporting around the house, I came across a bottled fairy sitting on my desk in my studies room. Snatching it up, I returned to the bathroom and released the fairy over the boys form. He was still breathing – good. The fairy made quick work on the more extreme injuries, but also took out a few of the smaller ones before running out of energy.
The boy remained asleep. I looked down at his bloody attire. It'd be wise of me to change it, but I had nothing to put him in. I picked him up once again, and teleported us to my bedroom. I looked in my closet for something that he could wear, but felt wary about dressing him in my articles of clothing. What would he think if he woke up and saw himself in my jumpsuit? I assumed he'd be a bit panicked… but he would if he woke up naked too… Contemplating for a bit, I decided to just strip him – disposing of his dirtied clothes - and lay him in my bed. He could bathe and dress himself when he woke up. I reached down to bring the covers over his body, but momentarily found myself distracted. His bare body was gorgeous, and upon seeing it many carnal desires surfaced. There were many things I wanted to do to him in that moment, but there was no fun in defiling a sleeping boy. I'd prefer him awake and screaming my name in pleasure, pain or a mixture of both. I ran my hand down his toned body, shivering in delight at the thought of making him my own.
I turned away from the boy upon realizing the feelings at the forefront of my mind. Why did I think so passionately of the boy!? I hardly knew him, yet I felt so much desire towards him… I felt feelings that he probably would never fathom to return to me… but what of it? I felt infatuation towards my master and he knew of it, but I had always known that he would never return my feelings. It was just the kind of person that my master was. Perhaps now that my love interested was gone - the person who my thoughts lingered on on a daily basis - my mind felt a subconscious need to fill that space. I didn't want to fall in love with the boy. If anything I wanted to avoid any form of love as living a life of unrequited love has left me so very bitter.
I was a Demon Lord - no, better yet I was a sword. A sword should not be able to experience love, or should feel any need for it.
I hated to doubt myself. I was supposed to be perfect, beautiful, decisive - but here I was allowing myself to get worked up over a boy that I not only barely knew, but one that was my enemy. I was disgusted with myself, so much, that I threw the blankets over the boys body because I was ashamed to have looked at him wantingly. Turning on my heel I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
I went down the hall and locked myself in my study. I needed a distraction. Walking over to a bookcase I pulled a large book from one of the shelves. I probably read this book more than any of the other books in my collection. It that contained information on a land once named Hyrule. A land that, now abandoned, is dubbed 'The Surface.'
If there was any book in my collection that I didn't need to read, it was this one. I knew the events that the book spoke of very well. Afterall I had personally witnessed most of them. Without warning it all came back, gushing in as though the dam in my mind had burst. Everything from that cursed time coming back...
About a millennia ago Hyrule existed. Hyrule was a land of prosperity. Everyone longed to live in, and everyone who did got along perfectly. Humans, Goron's, Zora, and even Demon's - all of them lived in unison under the reign of Hylia. Hylia was a divine being, a goddess. Little was known about her past. I assumed that Fi was probably the only one that knew. Demise may have known too, but he never liked to talk about her. She was always too disclosed to tell people of her past and how she became to be a Goddess. Though everyone wanted to know, when they realized she wouldn't tell, they eventually dropped the subject. God's probably were just that way. Demise as either a God or something akin to one, but even being his weapon - bound to his very soul - he would not tell me anything about his past.
Demise and Hylia hated each other. Things may have not always been this way, but as I said, I wouldn't know, neither would reveal the past. I assumed Demise hated Hylia because of the way that she treated the demon race. She did not think that they belonged in her land. She wanted them cast away to a land of shadow that would be more fitting for them. Demise as the king of demons and felt deeply for his people. Hylia had no reason to propose such a notion anyway. The demons didn't cause any trouble. Hylia may have hated Demise because he was so different, yet out of anyone he was the closest thing to Hylia that existed. Maybe she feared him for being so different than all the others, and for ruling a race of beings whose origin remained unexplained. Hylia was the only person of the non-demon's who felt that Demise was a threat; everyone else seemed to get along with him.
Hylia decided that for some inexplicable reason she wanted to break the age of peace and prosperity that was on the land. She claimed that Demise was dangerous and that he was amassing power so that he could take the throne from her. It was no secret that Demise wanted the throne, but in the centuries that they existed in harmony he had never tried to take it from her. When Hylia came out and told everyone that she wished to issue an attack on the demons they were hesitant. They didn't see any reason to fight, plus the demons, though fewer in number, were significantly stronger than the others. In the eyes of the humans, regardless to evidence, if their queen told them to fight, they'd fight. They didn't need a reason to take Hylia's orders to heart. Feeling war brewing, the Zora fled the land with hopes to escape any violence, while most Goron's stayed, but took a neutral stance.
I didn't like the war that was brewing. I had I wished I could've ran too at that time. Hylia was never someone I had liked. In fact I despised her. Ironically so because she is the closest thing to a mother than I have, while Demise is like a father… one that I was extremely infatuated with. Which is wrong, but metaphorically is true. Hylia is basically my mother because she was the one that created me. I would not exist without her. I was created with the purpose of being a sword just like Fi. In Fact I was basically a prototype that came before Fi, and like most prototypes, I was flawed.
A divine being of light had by some chance managed to create a blade that was composed of darkness while attempting to make one of light. A blade of darkness was not fitting for whom she had forged the blade for, her hero. The hero that I later understood was to lead a direct assault on Demise. It took immense energy to forge a sword like Fi and I, and it is for that very reason why there are only two of us. Because of this cost Hylia decided that she would try to 'fix' me before she resorted to creating a replacement. She knew I could feel emotion, pain - that I could understand suffering, but she still tried to alter my form in excruciating ways. She tried, and tried again and again, but eventually came to accept me as a 'failure'. She after declaring me a lost cause she cast me away and went about making a perfect blade. Fi, the Master Sword, was the result of her second attempt, and she considered her perfect, though I'd beg to differ.
Why would she give a human a blade that cannot even understand emotion? That doesn't feel passion, or hatred, or any emotion that drives the human spirit? I still envied Fi. She had something that I didn't - acceptance. I wondered Hyrule in a detached state. I was hideous, inhuman, unwanted. I was subpar, not worthy to be weld at the hands of her hero. When I thought all was lost, I found him. He realized the energy put into creating me and the power that I had. He was pleasantly surprised by my intelligence and my demeanor despite being created in the way that I was. He decided that he'd take me in and possibly use me as his own sword. Using powerful magic, Demise bestowed upon me the form I reside in now, though without the imperfection that I have now. This form truly made me different from Fi. I stopped considering myself a sword spirit and proudly called myself a demon, and I proudly used the name that he gave me… Ghirahim.
I remember when he gave me that name, it filled my heart with rainbows. I go so worked up about it, he had to tell me to calm down and lay off sweets. She never named me, but he did. He thought I was worthy… he gave me purpose. Why did he have to be taken away? Why did I feel so strongly for the hero that is the cause of this. The very hero that has the blood of another hero so long ago that sealed my master away over a millennium ago. This cycle would continue forever. Hatred was a cruel emotion.
The hero of old died by my hand in a fit of rage, but not before he had killed my master. I beat him, but he took apart of me too. Using the holy blade he cut off my left ear and because of the blade's magic I was unable to repair it. While my ear isn't completely gone, it's imperfect which is why I style my hair how I do in an attempt to hide it. I don't mind it too much. If the blade had been aimed 2 inches over, I would be as dead as my master is. That day was the beginning of many changes. Over time I became who I am now, a sadistic, flamboyant demon. Loneliness makes you lose it, that's for sure. The war itself had horrible repercussions. Hylia lost her power and ended up forced in a mortal body to save her race, Humans lost their lands, Demons were sealed away in an alternate world more 'befitting' of them, and I was left alone in a broken world with an aching heart. Oddly enough I was not forced into the demon world, but probably as a result of not having been born as a demon. The war was not worth what it had cost. It didn't just hurt one party of people, it hurt everyone.
I was practically alone in the world now. What was left in the world were animals and Goron's (who may as well be categorized as animals). The Zora's had disappeared far into the sea. In the last millennium I have only seen two Zora, and they regarded me with hostility.. It didn't take me long to decide that I was going to put my time to use by putting my efforts into bringing Demise back. With no one to contest me, research went fairly well. I am the reason why the people that exist to this day know little of the past. All the books from the grand library that once existed in Hyrule are in my possession. Every text from every house was scoured. Very few texts have managed to avoid my eyes.
Procuring all of these texts was well worth the effort, even with my attempt at reviving Demise having failed. As devastated I was that he truly was gone now, I had found myself a treasure that I doubt anyone from this time accept myself knew about.
First some backstory. The very earth we live upon was created by three Gods: Din, Farore, and Nayru. These gods shaped the earth, created lifeforms to live on the earth, and the law and order that they would go by. Before the God's departed, they created a relic known as the Triforce. It is said that this relic reflects the wishes of he who wields it, and gives he who holds it unimaginable power. The motives for creating the Triforce remain unknown, but I think that it is supposed to act as a beacon for humanity. Something that they can look up to and use in a situation where things become unjust. The Triforce is believed to be the very essence of the Gods, sealed in another form.
Few people knew anything of the Triforce 1000 years ago, and even fewer people knew of it now. Hylia did not want this relic in the reach of common men, and therefore took it upon herself to hide the Triforce. I didn't understand why she hid it because few people could wield it anyways, and in order to do so, they were required to go on a quest to be accepted by it. Link was the second known in history to wield the Triforce. He thought that it was sealed away in the past by Impa, but I knew better. You can't separate the wielder of the triforce from it… only death could.
The original 3 God's foresaw error in the ways of man. They knew that there would be oppression and hatred resulting from thoughts on 'good' and 'evil'. What signifies an entity to be good, and another entity to be evil? The question concerned them. They wanted to create a balanced world devoid of oppression. As a solution to the problem they made the first triforce, the one that everyone knows about. The created this for whoever may be deemed worthy to wield it. It was made for those with a 'pureheart'. Another triforce was created to avoid those pure hearted people from controlling people who had other opinions. This triforce was more so a counter to the original triforce. To wield this one, one must be of pureheart. What is it to be purehearted? It is not good or evil, it is having intentions pure to your kind.
I researched this triforce for years and finally I managed to pinpoint its location. As a result, it was I that found this other triforce, and it is I that wields it. It is why I have such magical prominence. The boy could have the same potential too if he knew that he still held the triforce. I told the boy once that we are bound by a thread of fate, and my musings have lead me to think perhaps it's deeper than that. Maybe it's these Triforce's that pull us together. We are both creations of Hylia after all. While I directly am, he exists to be the hero of Hylia. She used both of us, discarded our feelings. Hurt us.
I knew it was crazy, but at this point in time I needed some justification. I had never been like this before, but now after meeting Link, I was falling apart. I wasn't sure of myself anymore. I never doubted, I never sat around pondering about my mental state, but now I just wanted to know more about that boy. Then maybe… just maybe, I could begin to understand these crazy feelings that were consuming me. I'd make him remember me, and then I'd talk to him, and maybe, though very unlikely, he would accept at the very least, my acquaintanceship.
Yes, though I didn't know what would become of it, but I would try. I would probably hurt myself in the process, but I didn't have much to lose. I was already mentally unstable. I'd indulge myself, and for his sake, hopefully he could accept me. If not his very life may be in danger depending on the mood I am in when he rejects me.
Having rid myself of my insecurities for the time being, I went about doing some research. I was curious if the triforces did have some sort of connection, and set out to find what it was if they did.
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Sometime later after skimming over a text I decided would be worth taking another look at, fatigued took over and I decided to head to bed. I entered the room to find the child snug in my bed, deep in sleep. The sight made me smile. I changed out of my attire, and put on silk red pajama pants, opting to sleep shirtless. I sat down on the side of the bed, unfastened my earring and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed. Silently, as to not disturb Link, I slipped into the bed, pulled the blankets over myself, and slid close to the boy. Not even caring, I wrapped my arms around his torso and pulled him into me. This is how I fell asleep, breathing in his odd scent.
