Yeah, it's been awhile. No time to comment now, but there's a few reasons for the delay other than laziness. Also, the music index in my deviantArt scraps has updated as well.

Phasmatis

Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need.

-Voltaire, When You're Evil

In the heart of the Blackspine Mountains, there stands a tower. Raised from the summit of the tallest peak by a spirit of destruction, it keeps its dark vigil in total silence. Between the broken cliffs that surround it and the deadly traps within, the fortress is nigh impregnable. Certainly, its creator feels that none could possibly reach his inner sanctum, the very heart of his dark designs. He strides arrogantly down the hall of black marble, drawing nearer to the great iron portal at the end. Beyond its face, its skeletal emblem surrounded by arcane runes and glyphs of warding, lies the very edge of creation itself: the gap between dimensions. There, on a platform floating in the literal middle of nowhere, is where we shall hear from our villain at last.

Music: Essence of Lime, Tombstone Factory

Farore, the Oracle of Change, was incredibly bored. Even sorting through the secret files in the Maku Tree had not been nearly as boring as being held absolutely still in a giant emerald hovering in some would-be overlord's chunk of the gap between dimensions. Admittedly, the sheer vastness of the emptiness around her had been awe-inspiring for the first five minutes or so, but after awhile gazing into the abyss began to lose its thrill. With her magic safely sealed and the sun in another universe, she had no way of telling exactly how long she'd been held captive, but it felt like years had passed since she was first taken there. Given how little she'd actually seen of her captor, it seemed to her as if his plan was to wait until she was so board she'd let down her defences on the off chance he'd let her have a deck of cards. Frighteningly enough, she felt that it was almost working; just about any attempt to force her to give up her powers would be a nice change of pace.

The instant this thought crossed her mind, the grand iron door slowly eased open with a creak. Behind it, dressed in his omnipresent red and purple armour, his black cloak trailing behind him, was Phasmatis. So far, Farore wasn't too impressed with him. Sure, he'd caught her by surprise, but his plans really weren't all that original. Still, she had to admit that he knew exactly how to make a proper dramatic entrance. She knew as well as he did that the only reason he suspended air in the void was so that she could hear the portal's ominous groan. She slowly looked up to stare into his eyes as he casually placed himself midway between her crystal and the entrance.

"So, you've come at last" she said as the door closed of its own accord, isolating the two in the void.

"Indeed."

"I suppose this is the part where you simply ask me to give up my magical energy?"

"It would simplify the matter greatly."

"There's nothing left for me to give. You've taken it all already."

"Hmph. You lie. What I have stolen is the barest fraction of your power. It is sufficient to empower a few minions and twist the forms of a few mortals, but it pales in comparison to your true continent-shaping potential. That is the power I seek."

"You know I can't let you have that."

"And you know that, in the long run, you are powerless to stop me. You are trapped in a crystal in the gap between dimensions. You cannot cast even the simplest of cantrips without removing the locks you have placed keep me away from it. Even if you break free, you will never escape the void unaided. My victory is inevitable."

"Re-really?" asked Farore, stifling a giggle. "You honestly think that simply locking me up is enough to succeed? And here I thought you might be a competent villain!"

"Could an incompetent fool have gotten the better of you, the most secretive of the Oracles?" questioned Phasmatis, his yellow eyes momentarily burning brighter. "Could an idiot have tracked your movements and discovered your disguise? Could a powerless pretender have bound you so?"

"Well, you did manage to catch me off guard, I'll give you that one, but if you thought you could have taken the world without me you'd have tried and failed already. You're no match for a genuine Hero and you know it."

"You seem to be forgetting that upstart I easily disintegrated soon after capturing you."

"I said that you are no match for a Hero, not the most power channelled directly through the Oracle of Change in ages is no match for a Hero. However, you can't do that without me, and you won't risk something like that again until you can be certain there is no way for me hijack your spell, will you? Of course you won't. Therefore, all I have to do is sit tight until my namesake sends her champion to set me free. All I need to thwart your plans is a little patience."

A low growl escaped Phasmatis's throat as he drew closer to the Oracle. For a moment, the two simply glared at each other in silence. Finally, Phasmatis spoke.

Music: Zelda Reorchestrated, Minish Cap, Royal Valley

"Patience. If that is your only weapon, then abandon all hope, for there are none among the living or the dead who could presume to outdo me at patience. From the dawn of creation I lurked in the darkness, a formless spirit of malice waiting to enter this world. For millenia I cast my hungry gaze upon this planet, the source of the light I seek to consume. However, the light was too great for me to touch directly. Without a material shell to protect me, my essence would have been burned away, and so I waited, a whisper in the wind audible only to those whose ambitions mirrored my own.

"Finally, there came a man who heeded my words. He was a sorcerer of the desert people who heard my voice in the gentle breezes of Hyrule. I spoke to him of power and revenge, and gave to him the dark secrets of the void. Never did this foolish man who presumed himself the King of Evil think that the magics he wielded could be anything but his own insight, and when the time came for him to capture the great temples through which the powers of light flowed, he cast the spell that allowed me to incarnate, binding shapeless terror into a phantasmal image of his own form. Wreathed in a cloak of shadows, I was free to feast at last.

"My summoner tasked me with conquering the forests of the Kokiri, home of the first of the Seven Sages. I eagerly set about my task, ready to devour the woodland spirits and take their power for my own. Even the Sage of Forest in her own domain was unable to pierce my armour and damage the darkness inside. Drinking deep of the forest's strength, I felt invincible. Perhaps that feeling was the source of my downfall.

"Just when I felt that no earthly force could prevent me from achieving my goal, a lone warrior entered my new dominion. Though he quickly drove my dark minions from the temple, his life energy was too great to pass up. Had I known the true power of that youth and his cursėd blade, I would have fled to gather strength in other lands. As it was, I stood to face him in single combat, my horse and trident against his sword and bow.

"The battle ended quickly. His swift arrows and sharp vision put an end to my phantom steed, and even my mightiest spells were easily repelled by his brilliant blade. Thrice was I knocked down, and thrice was I struck by that shining sword composed of all that was contrary to my nature. My material shell was no match for a weapon such as that, and I was soon defeated. My summoner, disappointed by my performance, finished me off himself, banishing me to the gap between dimensions to dwell upon my failure for all time.

"My exile to the infinite void was long, but it was neither fruitless nor eternal. Even this place was filled with things that flit about the edges of creation – lost souls and banished gods – and I devoured them all. After a mere thousand years, I was ready return to the realms of light and take material form once more, and this time I will not be banished so easily. The Hero of this age has retired to the land of Hyrule, taking the Blade of Evil's Bane with him. No other lives who could possibly assault my mountain stronghold, and once ultimate power over all transitions is mine, even he and your sisters will not be able to stop me. I will consume your world and all that dwell there, and create my own world of shadows where the sun does not shine and the light does not burn to take its place. You think you can outlast me, but you cannot: I have waited for this too long to be defeated now.

Music: Zelda Reorchestrated, A Link to the Past, Rain Scene Soundscape

Later that night as the first winds of a thunderstorm reached the top of his tower, Phasmatis reflected on his time with the Oracle. The end of the session had gone as poorly as the beginning; even in the face of death the Oracle had played her silly games. In fact, she had been far too confident for his liking. She acted as if she knew something he didn't, something that would be his undoing. She practically gloated about it, and that made him very, very angry. After all, he was the one who had captured her, not the other way around!

Still, he had to contemplate the possibility that there was indeed a flaw in his plan. Perhaps he did not have all the time in the world claim her power for his own. If that was the case, he would have to step up his search for a hole his his captives defences, and when he found one, she would pay for her insolence. She would be flipped, flapped, and folded; stretched, squished, and squashed; twisted, transfigured, and transformed. She would dance across his fingers until every fibre of her being begged him to stop, and then he would give her a single moment's respite. She would be given a single, shining moment to think that she had been shown mercy, and then he would consume her in the moment of ultimate despair when she realized the shadow before her did not know the meaning of the word.

Fierce winds whistled in the dead of night; thunder echoed on the mountain peak. Dark clouds loomed over the Blackspines, and atop his ebon throne, the King of Evil smiled.