A/N Updates will possibly be slower after this.
As Link stepped into the portal that would take him back down to the surface, Ghirahim's gaze met with Fi's – and for once, he thought he could see a hint of emotion in it.
[i]Tell him.[/i] She mouthed before the duo disappeared.
Ghirahim looked down. He had seriously considered that – but Link wouldn't believe him. Link thought himself a mortal, Link thought a male could not get pregnant. Link thought a lot of things and ways mortals did.
And… if he told him, then what would he think of his Goddess-incarnation? The one who chose [i]him[/i] for this job, the one who told him to kill is own father?
He didn't want to ruin his son's happiness, just so he could have his. That's all he wanted, that's all Demise wanted for their son – happiness.
He would watch after their son though. He would take care of him from afar, but he knew he could not be a direct part of his life. Because all he could do was bring darkness.
So he watched as that man with the horrible hair, the spirit maiden and his son reunited with each other once more and this time he would not intervene. He would let the happiness continue.
But then, vibrant blue eyes glanced back at him. "Ghirahim?"
He saw the goddess-reborn tense, and the buffoon's face turned the same shade of his hair in fury.
"Why are you here?"
The spirit-maiden stepped in front of her chosen warrior and shook her head. "So… have you given up?"
"All I want is for him to happy, and this time, I will let him find it on his own. Even if… even if it is with your mortal self."
"…Zelda? What're you two talking about?" Link asked and looked at her before he turned his blue gaze back to Ghirahim. "Does this have anything to do with…?"
Ghirahim just shook his head. "It's best left unsaid…. Take care my Sky Child."
And he turned away.
There were many things he desired to experience with Link as he grew up, but he would have to make due with watching him live from afar. And, as long as his son – their son – was happy…
"Ghirahim…?"
The demon lord turned around at the sound of his name on his son's lips – wishing that it was once again Da-di. "Yes?"
"D-Do you like me or something?"
Ghirahim laughed – not harsh, not sadistic, not insane, but a genuine laugh. "No child. I love you." He whispered and disappeared into an array of diamonds. "I've loved you before you were even born."