Chapter 13: Teleportation. Not fun.
Hey everyone! Sorry, It's been a few days. I got...distracted. I was busy writing a part later in the story. Anyway, I apologize this chapter is so short, but... Please enjoy it anyway. Thanks to all of you guys!
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Ghirahim's POV
I woke up the next morning to the sounds of the woods. At first, I was confused why. Then, a stabbing pain in my side reminded me of the events of the previous day. I remembered the fight, the walk, and the girl. The girl. Where was she? I remembered falling asleep next to her last night on this filthy log. But...she wasn't here. My eyes snapped open, and I looked around. I spotted the bokoblins sound asleep on the other side of the log.
"Get up you fools!" I snarled. The monsters jolted awake. "Where is the girl?" I demanded.
"Don't...know...where." The one spoke up.
Panic and rage shot through me, and I lifted the bokoblin by the front of its ragged shirt.
"You had one job. Watch the girl." I hissed. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't end you."
"Don't get your diamondy panties in a twist. I'm right here." I whipped around at the sound of a girl's voice. My prisoner walked up with a frustrated look. "Seriously, can't you go ten seconds without threatening to behead someone?"
I dropped the monster with a scowl. "I wasn't going to behead it. My intention was more along the lines of wringing its filthy neck." I corrected her.
"Dude. He's standing right there." She said, glancing the bokoblin. Then she shook her head. "Anyway, you don't have to be so violent. I mean, your much more...tender...when when you're asleep." She said with a knowing wink. I stared at her. I'll admit, I occasionally end up holding onto a pillow or such while I slept, but there was no way...I mean I couldn't of... I felt a thrill of fear. I couldn't have done anything...affectionate in my sleep, could I? To my relief, she didn't say anything more regarding it. Then, I felt a surge of anger. Why did I have to be grateful to her for what she didn't say? She was my servant. No master in their right mind should take this from such an inferior being.
"Show some respect, servant. I am not your friend. I am your master, Now, should you stray away again, you shall be punished. This is your first and final warning." I warned her.
"Oh. Right. The whole servant thing." She said. "Great..."
I sighed, stretched, and rolled my shoulders. While still weary, I had enough power to warp the two of us to my manor. I turned to the three bokoblins.
"I am no longer in need of your assistance. You are dismissed." I told the creatures. They nodded curtly, and then headed back into the woods. The servant girl watched them go. Then she looked at the ground straight ahead of her, with a sad look in her eyes. She clenched her fists. I suppose not everyone likes the idea of being a servant.
I offered her a hand.
"What?" She asked.
"Take my hand, and I shall warp us to my manor." I explained.
"I'd rather not." She sniffed.
"Why not?" I asked, beginning to feel impatient once again.
"Well...for one...your hands are covered in blood..." She said wearily. I glanced at my gloves, which were stained red. I rolled my eyes.
"And who's fault is that?" I asked. She placed her hands on her hips.
"You know, if you had just drank the God damn potion, this wouldn't be a problem." She retorted. I looked at the wound in my side. The edges were crusted in dried blood, while it glared an angry red. I swallowed. Perhaps I should've drank the potion when I had the chance. There was no use dwelling on it now. I would never admit to weakness.
As if reading my mind, the girl said, "You know, it's not that bad to need a bit of help. I mean..." She took out a bottle from her pouch. "You could at least take a little water. I mean, so that I don't feel guilty anymore." She offered, with a small, reassuring smile.
I reluctantly took the bottle. "How do I know this isn't poisoned?" I asked for the third time. Her smile melted.
"Am I going to have to taste-test everything for you?" She asked dryly.
"No...no, I suppose not." I conceded. I took the bottle, and downed the contents. Immediately, my wounds began to burn. I gasped, and clutched my side. I stared at the girl in confusion. She bit her lip.
"Okay, I lied. I might've put something in that." She said sheepishly.
I dropped the bottle to the ground, grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, and summoned my rapier. "What. Was it?" I demanded, fear seizing me.
"Just...a bit of red potion." She said with an innocent grin. I threw her back down.
"Ouch." She complained.
"I told you I wouldn't take charity from you." I told her, feeling a bit embarrassed at my extreme reaction.
"Actually," She said, getting up, and dusting off, "You said, and I quote 'I don't take charity from my enemies.' But you said it yourself. I'm you're servant."
Rage burned through me at her mockery, and I towered above her. "Don't think this changes anything." I hissed. She backed up a bit, and picked up the empty bottle. I looked down at the wound on my side, and noticed that it had grown noticeably smaller. The skin had scabbed over, and had returned to its natural color; at least for the most part. I sighed, and then cleared my throat.
"Brace yourself." I warned her.
"Wait, what?"
I grabbed her arm, and we vanished in a cloud of diamonds.
Marissa's POV
I'd never been to the demon world in the game. I had never warped before either. And I never want to do it again. It felt like I was being stretched, and then I was spinning at lightning speed, and then we appeared. I thought I was gonna be sick. And I'm the one who loves those kinds of rides at amusement parks.
"Ugh." I said, clutching my stomach. "Never do that to me again."
"Welcome...to the Demon Realm." Ghirahim said, throwing out his arms dramatically. I looked around. I don't know what I was expecting it to look like. Maybe I was expecting it to look like the Twilight realm, from The Twilight Princess. Or maybe I thought it would be really hot, or cold. But it wasn't. No, the scary thing about the demon realm wasn't its title, or the monsters inhabiting it. No...the thing that freaked me out was how much it looked like home. Fluffy white clouds danced across a broad blue sky. Emerald grass covered the grounds of the estate. The land just looked...normal. A bit more dark and cloudy, but still normal.
We walked for a bit, and then I saw it. In the distance, rising above the horizon, stood a manor. And it was big. Like really big. While it wasn't very tall—two or three stories at most—the mansion covered a large perimeter. There were several larger chunks, connected by sky-walks. One of which was above a lovely little garden. The windows of the elevated hallway were made of stained glass. As were many of the other large windows. And his manor had a lot of windows. The building was mainly black, which didn't help the growing sense of dread rising in my stomach.
"This is my manor. Isn't it just...perfect?" Ghirahim purred.
"Wait, you're the head of this...this enormous castle?" I asked.
"But of course!" He said. "Master would have no less for his most important servant."
"You mean—" I cut off abruptly. No normal Skyloftian would know about Demise, or ...the fact that Ghirahim was a sword. I better not mention that either.
"Yes, I am the lord of this manor. There are others in the land, but mine is the grandest of all." He boasted.
"Right." I said. "So...where are we exactly?"
"The Demon Realm is a secluded piece of land from the other sections of the Surface. It is located in the middle of the three territories. In fact, from my manor, you can see all three in the distance." He explained. "Except...because Demise wanted a land similar to Skyloft, where his people could live in peace, it has special enchantments. Not only is it invisible to outsiders, only those permitted to enter the land, may come into the realm. Otherwise, the intruder would just pass into the next realm. When I warped you in here with me, I was giving you permission to enter." He went on.
"Ah. How thoughtful." I said sarcastically. He gave me a look before striding towards the manor.
"Of course, I doubt you want to sit here, listening to me ramble on all day." He began.
Very true. I thought.
"So instead, I've decided to give you the grand tour."
"Of what exactly?" I asked.
Ghirahim chucked, and pushed open the heavy wooden door. I gasped at what my eyes discerned from inside.
Ghirahim through out his arms dramatically. Again. "Of my manor." He answered. Then a thoughtful look passed over his face. "No..." He smirked "Of your new home."
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