"Ah, so you've decided to meet your end in battle after all. It pleases me greatly to see such misplaced valour."
When Ghirahim heard that line, he didn't know whether to feel ecstatic or disheartened. Finally – finally Demise had praised their son, but it didn't feel as good at it should have been since he had realized that Demise truly valued their son enough to shield him from that of war.
Master…
"No." He heard that deep voice say.
You don't have to do this. Not this way.
But Demise ignored him and continued to battle, to use him against their son.
I don't want to lose either one of you!
"I will only cause him unhappiness." Demise whispered, lying on the ground after a striking shot. "What use does an immortal tyrant have for an heir?"
That's why you didn't want me to have him! Ghirahim projected, aghast.
"Yes…" He whispered, not moving as Link jumped towards him, sword aimed straight for his chest.
But now, I have a better plan. One where I can give him purpose and happiness. One where he can test his power and earn his glory. For the rest of eternity.
Master! No!
"An incarnation of my hatred…"