A/N: Cue the One-Winged Angel. This is going to be one last fight…
Between Lovers
Vincent held himself tightly, kneeling on the cold floor. Pain shot through his back and shoulders. His black-feathered wings laid on the floor covered in his rich, dark blood. He felt the stubs of his wings twitch and move as the nerves within them screamed at their severed selves. He looked up at the people who brought him so far down from the zenith of power he was at. He caught the worried eyes of his wife and it bored into his soul.
He groggily got to his feet while holding himself, "There you go. All of you managed to handicapped me. What sort of angel am I now if I don't have any wings?"
"You're my angel. My husband," Malon said. "You're the one I love, the one I will always love."
"Very sweet of you," Vincent said. He looked back to see Link still with his sword raised. "I had enough of you," Vincent said, waving his hand and sent Link flying back. Link hit the stone column and red whips ensnared him Vincent turned back to the valkyries, "Face it, without him you'll never defeat me."
Malon stared at him, "Vincent, we don't want to defeat you. We want to save you."
"Save me from what? You're the people who refuse to see the truth. You're the ones who cut off my wings," Vincent said. "I don't see how you are saving me from anything."
Malon frowned and looked down at her sword. She looked back up to Vincent and gripped the sword tightly, "One on one Vincent. Just the two of us."
"No!" Link yelled from behind them. "Malon you can't take him on by yourself. I couldn't do it and-."
"What do you say Vincent?" Malon asked. "Are you too scared to fight the girl that you married? Too scared now that you don't have your wings anymore?"
"Bring it, love," Vincent said, producing two swords of fire. "Question is, do you have what it takes to finish me off? I am the Angel of Death and you're just a lower valkyrie."
"I may be just a valkyrie," Malon said, readying her sword. "But I know that my love will lead me to be jubilant."
Vincent laughed, "You mean this little triangle?" He raised his clenched hand into view, showing the two glowing triangles on it. He laughed and dropped his hand, "It's only purpose it to supply me with power. That power courses through my veins and gives me true strength."
"Vincent!" Malon yelled out, her emotions taking a beating. "That's a symbol of our love for one another. If we really weren't in love we wouldn't have it. Don't think of it as another one of your toys! Power isn't only strength. The love I have for you gives me power."
Vincent laughed, "Whatever you say, honey dearest. Why don't we take this show on the road? I'm so bored of hearing useless banter."
"Then stop hesitating and attack me," Malon said.
Vincent was caught off guard by her words and another tear fell from his eyes. Wiping it away, Vincent stared at Malon long and hard. Deep down, he didn't want to but he had an apocalypse to start. He held on to his swords tightly and charged to Malon.
Malon kept her ground as Vincent rushed toward her. Her sword trembling in her hands, Malon couldn't help but feel a little afraid. Vincent was a terrific swordsman whose rival was Link and Link alone. He masterfully wielded two blades and used them with great precision. Malon wondered how in the world she would ever be able to even defend against him.
Vincent brought one sword to his side, ready to cut away his ties with the mortal world. With a smirk on his face, Vincent swung his sword with all his might but his attack was blocked. He stood frozen and looked to see Malon's sword guarding against his attack. In awe, Vincent stared at Malon and, with a smirk of her own, pushed Vincent away.
Vincent's booted feet slid away from her. Shielding himself with his other sword, he looked up to see if he could retaliate. Bringing down his guard, Malon came and started to attack him with a furious string of swings. Vincent blocked each one but as one swing was guarded against, another came in rapid succession so he couldn't come up with a counter. Malon began to drive Vincent toward the edge of the tower.
Having felt like it was enough, Vincent deflected against her strike by completely taking her swing in another direction. Stunned at the turn of events, Malon saw Vincent's sword come closer to her but she quickly moved away. She panted, the attacks completely fatigued her and Vincent still had plenty of energy left in him. Vincent didn't take the opportunity to attack though, he simply twirled his swords around with his fingers and Malon caught her breath.
"You seem to be quite proficient with a sword," Vincent said. "I never taught you though. How did you learn?"
Malon gulped down a fresh breath, "Remember, it's in my blood. Anyways, you never taught me anything. If anyone would teach me anything, the real Vincent was the one who did it."
"Real? Please, there is only one me and I'm standing right here," Vincent began to circle Malon. "No matter how you slice it, I am the one and only Vincent and I'm here to stay."
Malon stood still as he circled around her. He kept twirling his swords and the obvious look in his eyes kept Malon on her toes. She was glad that she knew one thing about Vincent: he would never attack first if he were losing. It was just a shame that his new style of fighting relied more on overpowering his opponent.
"Malon!" both Lillian and Lyndis yelled.
The gentle redhead turned around to find two sheathed swords flying to her. She enclosed her sword within its scabbard at her waist and grabbed the two that came at her. Malon put the swords at her waist and quickly unsheathed them. She looked back to Vincent who began to charge to her with his swords. He brought them upwards and swung them.
Halves of his swords flew into the sky and came down to the floor. The tips slowly began to dissipate into the air. Vincent was stunned at how Malon was able to destroy his swords. He held the useless broken blades and slowly retreated backwards.
"I'm not finished. Not yet," Vincent said, quickly regaining his nerve.
"Please Vincent, just stop this," Malon said. "I just want to have you with me again. I love you."
"No!" Vincent said. He dropped his hilts and pulled at his hair. Pain went through his mind and made him fall to his knees. Tears streamed from his eyes as he fought for what was right within him. Vincent became alighted by his old flame aura. It grew big and began eat away at the floor.
Malon sheathed her swords and ran to him. She broke through the aura with little effort and embraced her fallen husband. She looked at the teardrops on the ground and held him tighter.
"Not yet!" Vincent said, breaking free from Malon and his strife within. He produced two new swords, larger and longer than the ones modeled from a broad sword. The new swords also had a wicked design to them, with curved and sharp ends. "This is the end!"
Malon quickly drew two of her swords and braced herself for Vincent's attack. Vincent stared at her with his malevolent eyes and with his right sword, swung upwards. The tip caught Malon's defending swords and sent her flying upwards. She had burst through the ceiling into the night sky. Vincent leapt up after her.
The valkyrie readied herself as Vincent came shooting up to her. The two clashed their blades in mid air and kept an insane pace with each other. Both of them slowly started to descended back down, picking up speed as they started to near the floor they left.
"I will not let you beat me!" Vincent yelled.
"I don't want to beat you!" Malon answered. "I want you home."
"I'm going to do the Gods' will and decimate this little world in their name!" Vincent said. "I'm not going to let someone like you stop me!"
"You don't want to do this!"
His hollow eyes began to cry again. "Yes I do!"
"Just stop!"
"No!
"Please!"
Vincent and Malon crashed through the ceiling together and landed on the floor with tremendous force. One of Vincent's swords was a few feet away from them and so was one of Malon's. Vincent's eyes returned to their normal state as he looked at the sword Malon gave him piercing his hand.
Impaling it all the way through, the Triforce of Power sat at the tip. The sword cracked its golden figure and it slowly began to dissipate into a dark mist. Vincent looked into the eyes of his wife and saw her smile at him as she gazed into his eyes. Malon was happy at the moment. She brought back Vincent she loved. That meant everything to her.
But then, Vincent followed his arm and sword. Tears welled up as he saw his sword deep inside Malon's stomach. She coughed up some blood as her eyes began to fade away.
"No…" Vincent said softly. He pulled away his sword and hers and lifted Malon's head gently. He grabbed Malon's hand and held it tightly.
"Don't worry about me…Vinnie," Malon said. "I still love you."
Vincent brushed back a few strands of her hair, "I'm sorry."
"Just say it…one more time."
"This isn't it Malon."
"I want to hear you one last time."
"…I love you, Malon," Vincent said, his voice cracking.
Malon smiled one more time before her grip started to loosen. Vincent began to bawl as Malon's head tilted away from him. Everyone else looked on and didn't dare try to take Vincent away from Malon. Tears fell onto her face and streaked downwards leaving a wet trail behind them.
The Hero of Time and the other angels were freed from their chains. Link slowly walked up Vincent. He was going to put his hand on Vincent's back before a pair of white wings erupted from his back. Vincent was now bathed in a glowing, bright light. His red hair grew near to his waist, a skinny bang dropped from the right side of face and two from his left. His white jacket reappeared in a wave of flame that showered his body.
Link saw how it was different now. Outlines of flames were glowing red on Vincent's jacket. Two more pairs of wings grew from his back. Every single feather had a tinge of red on the tips. Vincent held Malon close to him, crying on her dead body.
Trembling, Link patted Vincent on the back.
"Link…I would do anything to get her back," Vincent said. "I hate myself. Why would the Goddesses do this to me?"
"I know it must be hard Vincent, but Malon loved you enough to sacrifice herself for you"
"Why Malon?" Vincent asked the lifeless body. "If only I was the one to be laying on the ground."
"Vincent, she chose you," Link said.
"I never asked for any of this," Vincent said. "Never asked to be a knight, an angel, or holder of that damned Triforce." He couldn't contain himself any more and started to cry again.
"I'm sorry," Link said softly.
A/N: 100 points if you can guess what might happen next.
