Hey, once again, I believe that this has taken too long to post and I want to thank you for your patience with me. I hope that the next few chapters will make up for it. Here you go, enjoy.
The hooded figure walked slowly down a forest trail. The trees seemed to lean in with anticipation of what could be a very welcome death. The figure stopped and pulled out a crudely drawn map. In a quiet flash of diamonds, another figure appeared. He was watching the human intently. The hooded human looked around, drew something on the map and continued on.
The dark demon figure teleported up into a tree further along the path. As he waited for the human to come under the tree, he looked around, trying to spot where the human was going. He was unfamiliar with the area, for it had been recently made by His Master, Demise. He spotted a dormant mountain off to his left. A rustling to his right announced that the human had arrived. The dark demon lord, Ghirahim, watched as the human strode with confidence through the dark, dreary forest. Another rustle to his right and Ghirahim saw that a patrol of Bokoblins were strolling through, catching sight of the human.
With hardly a glance over his shoulder, the human drew his sword and turned. Within three slashes, the entire patrol went up in a puff of purple skull shaped smoke. So that is what happened to those missing patrols. The demon lord thought to himself.
Sheathing his sword, the human took one more look at his map and continued on the way he was originally heading. The human came across a few more Bokoblin patrols, but disposed of them even quicker than the first. Ghirahim was truly impressed. This couldn't be the only way he was getting better. The human continued on the path towards the mountain. After a few hours, the human reached the base. He wasn't even breaking a sweat. He started climbing up the mountain and searching for something. When he got about half way up, he turned towards Ghirahim, gave him a small, mocking salute, and disappeared into an opening inIthe side of the mountain.
Ghirahim had to smile. That little whelp is good. I was hiding myself well, but I guess he is smarter than he seems. He teleported to the same opening and followed him in. a small winding tunnel led him to a great cavern in what had to be the center of the mountain. There was a slope leading down towards the center, and lo and behold, the human was fighting many different enemies than Ghirahim had never seen. He was sashing madly, demolishing anything in his path. He would twist and turn to each new challenger. He was often fighting them from both sides.
This looks familiar, Ghirahim thought, where have I seen something like this before? He continued watching till every single opponent was nothing but a puff of purple smoke rising to the ceiling. Ghirahim slowly clapped. "Very good human, I amazed at how good you have gotten with your sword." The other hooded human came out from behind a rock.
"Thanks, he made it himself. The scarf made it to where he couldn't recognize the voice, but knew the hostility in the tone. "He took the sword you gave him and made it even better. How does that feel? Having something taken from you and used to try and kill you?"
The demon lord couldn't believe his ears. He gave the loudest and most heartfelt evil laugh he had ever let loose. "You really think I don't know? You stupid little human, you have no idea just what I could do to you, do you? Do you want to know why I can do those things? Well, let me just tell you exactly why I am what I am.
