A/N: Yes, an author of our kind makes an OC and they sometimes get killed off. It's a cliché. It happens. It has happened. Now, I'm not denying Vincent hasn't died… its just that he comes back more times then Goku from Dragon Ball Z. Which, in my retrospect isn't something I like… because that why I was pissed off as DBZ. It cheapens death. But, I worked my way around Vincent dying. We all know why he doesn't die.

The Telling of Blood Shed and Sins

Everyone in the room eyed Vincent and Ganondorf. They were back from the dead. Sort of. Ganondorf never died, but he wasn't exactly in the lad of the living either. In fact, he just existed somewhere… Link barely comprehended the whole structure of sealing Ganondorf. And Vincent, well, him dying is another mundane routine now. He could die, come back, and be home in time for dinner. No one expects Vincent to stay dead, except this time. It looked like he was going for good and he wasn't going to come back but, lo and behold he stood in his living room, albeit he looked a little different. Now he looked like a regular Hylian, probably something Vincent doesn't like too much.

But Link caught something between Vincent and Ganondorf. Well, the Vincent we're used to and not this bleach blond, blue eyed Hylian. Vincent and Ganondorf strived for power, they were both redheaded, and they're eyes could send a chill down anyone's spine with their fiery glaze. Then the opposites came into affect. Ganondorf was dark while Vincent was fair. Ganondorf was a hulking mass of muscle and Vincent was smaller. And Vincent did mention he did know how to play a piano. It was making sense why Ganondorf wanted Vincent to do his deeds. Probably, in a different time and place, Vincent and Ganondorf could've made the greatest of allies.

Vincent grunted.

"What's wrong, honey?" Malon asked. She was a little worried by Vincent's new appearance. Sure, he looked liked a blond slice of heaven but Malon knew that it was still her scarlet eye candy.

He mumbled something.

"What was that, Vincent?" Link asked.

"I'm the shortest guy here…" he answered, this time audible. Now, Vincent was twenty when we met him and he stood a good five foot nine, a decent height. But Link was still shorter then him at the point only because he was still seventeen. He wasn't totally out of growing yet. Link has now grown to be taller then Vincent. And Ganondorf? He was a giant of a man; he towers above all no matter what.

"Vincent…" Link said. He stifled his laughter. "Uh, mind telling us how, you know." He gestured over to Ganondorf. "And how you're like that."

"Oh right," Vincent said. "Okay, I was a little beaten up but I the scene is still etched in my mind. This is how it went…"

Lars and Virgil walked away from the fallen body of Vincent. Blood pooled around the dead corpse, letting Lance and Virgil know it was over. Virgil now had enough power to destroy anything he wanted. But he didn't want destruction, what he wanted Hyrule. And to get that, he would have to get rid of Link and the rest of the divine warriors. It is an easy enough task with the power of Vincent and the Triforce of Power. Virgil smirked; he knew all abut the battle between Link and Vincent, the battle between the angels and Vincent, the battle between the valkyries and Vincent. He knew Vincent could've easily killed them all if it weren't for one of them.

But Lars was confident that nothing could stand in their way, the same like Virgil. Virgil transcended lesser god, angel, and valkyrie. He was the last thing before one could be considered a God themselves. Virgil was a deva, a being of near omnipotent power that even could make Vincent's angelic strength, Link's warrior bravery, and Ganondorf's brute force quiver. He robbed Vincent of his Goddess given gift and stole his divine power. Deva of Power was the closest that anyone could get to describe Virgil.

"Let's get back to the castle," Virgil said. "This place isn't our style, it was his." Virgil nodded over to Vincent.

Lars nodded and the two collapsed into shadow and disappeared from the tower.

And it remained silent. The tower stood up to the cold night on its own. There was no master to rule over it, there was no guardian, there was no one except the spilled blood of one of the greatest warriors to fight for the right of the Gods. But, that wasn't for long. Vincent's body stirred and moved. By some odd force it was coming back to life, to continue the fight. Vincent grunted as he stood up. And stood up was something he amazed himself he could do. He felt weak, zapped of energy, drained of life. He looked down to see his blood. He shed it a lot that night. If it weren't for his position, he surely would've died.

He fell to one knee as his body numbed. Tears welled as the pain strengthened. But it soon passed, and Vincent felt strange. He didn't feel like his normal self. He reached for Azrael and tucked away the hilt. But that wasn't before Vincent noticed that Azrael didn't activate or anything. It only stayed a hilt. Vincent was worried but he needed to worry later. So, as he tucked away the hilt, Vincent managed to walk his way over to the throne. It was the only thing that could've given him support. He leaned against it and sighed, the world was in deep trouble. Virgil was near omnipotence and he lost everything.

But the throne began to glow a dark light, it overflowed dark aura, it was giving off a malevolent energy. Vincent stepped back from the throne as a blinding light caused Vincent to turn. It dimmed away and Vincent looked to see the King of Evil sitting there, right where he had sat.

"Ganondorf!" Vincent yelled. "What the hell… want to explain this to me?" Vincent asked in a grunt.

Ganondorf sat up and held his hand up. He didn't want a fight to start. He knew something. "Vincent, oh Vincent. You and I are a lot alike, you know that?"

"I admit there are something's that keep us close," Vincent replied. "But there is more that sets us apart."

Ganondorf walked toward Vincent, "I know we aren't on good terms." His voice echoed off the ceiling, only his low, menacing voice could've done that. Ganondorf was the ideal image of a villain. Vincent knew that it was enough with Virgil loose but now Ganondorf returned. "Vincent, right now we need to band together. I don't want your trust or friendship or any of that bull, but we need each other. And as much as I'd hate to admit it, we also need Link."

"I'm not going to fall for that," Vincent said.

"Vincent…" Ganondorf tried to rationalize. "You surpassed my power with your own. You managed to defeat the Hero of Time, and now that power isn't yours anymore. Think of what Virgil can do, especially with a person like Lars behind him. I cannot defeat them since they've turned traitorous."

"Oh, how the star's scream," Vincent butted in.

"I'm not going to stand for them to do so," Ganondorf said. He held up his hand, "Look, no Triforce."

Vincent looked at him, "Ganondorf, so help me if you try anything… I will make sure to personally kill you."

"Agreed," Ganondorf said. Surprising, huh?

"… and that's how it went," Vincent said. "Ganondorf wouldn't have agreed to dying so fast if he wasn't serious. We've been talking since then and it's all true. Link, Virgil and Lars are the strongest foe we will have to fight in our natural lives. Virgil is a freakin' deva, his weakest is better then anything we could ever hope to achieve. We may not all like it but teaming up is our only hope to get those guys."

"If I weren't serious, do you really think I would've followed Vincent?" Ganondorf sad. "Taking over Hyrule is my fate and mine alone."

Link sighed and soaked in all the information. Vincent was right, teaming up with Ganondorf wasn't something he'd like or want to do. But with everything they had just said, they were going to need Ganondorf's help. "I suppose… but Vincent, if you lost your power, then you cant participate?"

Vincent coughed abruptly and looked away. He had gone over it in his mind over and over again. He had no more power and he only had his swordsmanship skills. Little to no use with people who can look at you and you can die. But he still could not die, not yet. He wasn't about to give up and just die. He was going to make sure that his children were going to grow up, free of evil. "Yeah, Link, I wont be joining you. I guess this time I'm stuck with the women…"

Link nodded over to Vincent. Link figured this would all be too difficult. He faced against the odds but this was something else. It was going the same route as it did when Vincent became vindictive. "What I don't get is how Ganondorf was able to come back."

"I made it a point for them to capture Vincent," Ganondorf said. "Because he and I seem to have more in common than anyone else. All thanks to the Triforce of Power that was in him for a year. But he managed to escape in time so I couldn't enter his body. But he did bleed."

Link looked at him curiously, "We all bled, but what has that got to do with anything?"

"Its simple, Link," Vincent said. He leaned back in his chair, "Looking back on everything, Link, you have suffered through wounds that only we can survive but even you, my brother and sister, and the valkyries cannot survive what I can. My blood is that of the Angel of Death and because of that, I'm able to easily regenerate and heal myself. Ganondorf simply was able to use to recreate a body for him to use."

Vincent stood up. He turned and walked away, through the door. Link looked back to Ganondorf. It was because of him that Hyrule was near its end of benevolent reign. But Ganondorf was willing to help put things back to the way they were, at least until Virgil and Lars was defeated. One thing ate away at the back of Link's mind causing him to ask one last question to Ganondorf, "What will happen once they're defeated?"

"Then, I set to conquer Hyrule for myself," Ganondorf said bluntly. He was never one to beat around the bush. Plain and simple, Ganondorf was going to attempt to take over Hyrule. Link didn't like it but he knew that wasn't up for negotiation. Ganondorf got out like his original plan intended to only he never expected for his dark clones to become rogue.

"I'm going to make sure that you'll return back to your hell," Link said. "Your not going to get that chance, not while I'm still around."

Ganondorf chuckled, "First things first, we have to get rid of Lars and Virgil. And in case it hasn't dawned on you, we're short one destructive being."

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Vincent stood outside and watched the moon sit at the top of the world. Clouds swirled around it, making its light hard to reach the ground below. He leaned against the wall to his house and sighed. He closed his eyes and wished under his breath that he had a drink. He ran his fingers though his blond hair and turned to see when the house door opened. It was Malon, and Vincent could see the worry in her eyes.

"Sweetheart, what're you doing out here? You should be inside…" Vincent said. His voice was monotonous and tired. It was clear that he wanted to be by himself.

Malon walked to him, "Like you should. Vinnie, something's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong," Vincent answered. He kept his new blue eyes away from hers.

"Then look at me," Malon said, grabbing his chin and made him look at her. "Please tell me. I don't like it when you keep things to yourself. That's why I'm here, so you wont bare the grief by yourself."

Vincent embraced Malon. "… I'm so damn worthless. I couldn't even stop them. I should've done everything I could've but because of me, they're still alive," he whispered in her ear. "Not even to protect my children… not even to protect my wife… nothing."

Malon remembered this. Vincent was acting the same way when his father died. When he, the Angel of Death, couldn't even stop one person that was close to him from dying. He rationalized that even with a power that no other person else had he still let someone slip away from him that it was his fault. That it was his own inner strength that failed and so he blamed himself. And he was doing it again. Malon sighed and hugged her husband, "Vincent, you are not worthless. You did your best…"

A hand touched Vincent's shoulder. He turned to see Link, a small smiled on the Hero's face, "Come on Vincent, none of us could've done anything either. But we're not giving up. We won't, and we're going to follow your example and keep fighting till the end. So buck up, I swear I thought I wouldn't miss your old arrogant self but that one had confidence."

Vincent sighed, "I should check on Vivi, she probably didn't come back too great."

Vincent left Malon and Link alone as he went back into the house.

"Malon, I don't think his role is over yet," Link said softly. A small breeze came, causing his hat to billow a bit. He turned to her, "And I think Lance and Vivienne are going to be of more help then I can imagine. I'm not sure if Ganon and I can actually beat those two…"

"But Lance and Vivienne are just children Link," Malon reasoned. "And they're just that, the only thing either of them have is some swordsmanship skills."

"And you were a simple farm girl," Link said as he walked to the door. "I guess it's not that same. I guess that you being a valkyrie was luck and Vivienne or Lance are never going to be something more even though their parents are."

Lance came out of Vivienne's room just as Vincent came up the stairs. Lance almost had a heart attack, not noticing the new look, and quickly began to come up with excuses. Vincent neared and Lance almost ran but stood his ground. He bit his bottom lip and Vincent stood right there in front of him. Vincent was still taller than Lance, and Lance felt only two inches tall.

"Lance…" Vincent said a little threatening. "What were you doing inside my daughter's room?"

"Crap, he saw me. This is just my luck…" Lance let go of his lip, "I was keeping her company. We thought you had died back there. She's pretty out of it…" Lance sighed, "Sir, can we talk?"

Vincent's eyebrow raised, "What do you mean? About what?"

"I love her." Lance looked away but kept still. He had no idea how or what Vincent would do. But all what happened was Vincent placing a hand on his shoulder, told him to never let her down and went inside the room. Lance breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't believe that was it. But then he remembered that times weren't too bright.

Vincent walked in and Vivienne was sitting by herself. Her back was toward the door and she was staring out the window. "Lance?" she asked softly, tears being stifled.

Vincent walked over to her and sat down next to her, "No, baby girl, its me."

"Daddy?" Vivienne asked as she turned to see her father. He looked different but it didn't matter to her. She saw him and she quickly wrapped her arms around him. Then her eyes fell in defeat as tears came down. Vivienne had her father back and she couldn't have been more grateful. "Daddy! Yo- Your okay… please don't do that again… please!"

"Shh," Vincent said as he stroke her hair. "I won't."

"Daddy… your different," she said childishly.

"I know," Vincent said. "I'm still the same person. But Vivi, can you be a big girl for me?"

"Daddy?" Vivienne said, looking into the pools that were his eyes. "What is it?"

Vincent stood up. "Vivi, Link will need more help. I'm not going to be able to give it to him. Not anymore… Vivi, you are my daughter. I'm not a normal man… I'm the Angel of Death on fact. Your mother's a Valkyrie of Din. You could be something else." He sighed, "If it comes down to the worst, you may have to help. I'm not going to like it but… stopping you would deny your heritage."

Vivienne was a bit worried. Her father was being dead serious. But this was really the only time he had ever asked anything from her. "All right daddy," she said. She still needed time for the whole angel and valkyrie thing to set in.

"Okay gets some sleep," Vincent said as he walked out of her room. He stood outside in the hallway where Ganondorf was waiting. "What the hell you want?"

"Precious moments like that are few in a lifetime," he said. He laughed and started walking downstairs, "I hope that she's enough to take your place. We're facing something that's greater than the three of us combined."

"Link will stop it," Vincent said. "He's the hero, so he'll be able to bring peace once again. Right after he's done with you."

"If you say so…"

A/N: More or less and explanation chapter. We should have something meatier next chapter.