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Flaw stared at the now pulsating warrior above him, as he wiped some soot off of him. "This may become a complication..." He said simply, as he adjusted his footing on the little arena he had left. Flaw then looked to the lifeless corpse on the ground nearby. "Well, as much as I hate to play hero, I'm going to have to kill you, and use your apparantly valuable soul, to resurrect my weaker half. I mean, although being a being of light... he stood strong enough to resist me for so long. I think he can become powerful enough with my help... I'll give him another chance." Flaw said, as he looked up at Fierce Deity, who was listening. "You're not one to attack an unready foe, eh? So honorable. Then, please, allow me..." He said, stomping his foot.

"HYAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!" He roared out, throwing his head back, as such a roar was never heard by any of the onlookers. As he entered a manic fit of yells and roars, ghostly lions of white swilring about, joining in the chorus. Around Flaw erupted a swirling misty white ether, a tainted white, impure, flaring about him like an inferno.

Fierce Deity was thrown back by the blast of energy. His pupiless eyes shot open wide. "What is this power?!" He asked himself frantically as he grasped his swords handles and charged Flaw. "DIE!" As he yelled out, bringing his weapons down on Flaw, but a ghost of two lions jumped between them, and clenched their jaws onto the blades, and growled, as a third white lion jumped over the two, and flew through and into Fierce Deity, and there was a burst of white light from his chest, as the lion disappeared into him, and threw him back.

Fierce Deity began panting. He had to attack him, before he finished whatever the hell he was charging up... but those lions ... they were eerie. "Fine. We'll play dirty..." He said, as he fished around in his pocket, and withdrew an eerie mask. "I'll end this quickly. Although it seems like the Fierce Deity is my final form... I have a more powerful one. Like Dark said, we mirror one another, and gain and learn things to reflect each other... I have a dark form... as he has one too. This one... borders with his form of Chaos." He said, and he raised the mask.

"I took this from the Royal Treasury, as well, for safekeeping... because I didn't think the Happy Mask Salesman could hold onto it well enough after he was waylaid by a normal Skull Kid, nevermind a real bandit." He said, raising the fearsome looking mask to his face. "Majora's True Incarnation." He said, yelling out, as if he was in indescribable pain. A whirling torrent of energy of shrieking souls matching the intensity of Flaw's. Flaw continued to expel energy, as the two charged up their final attacks.

Elsewhere...

Jackle was poking and prodding Dark's body. "Good... he's not dead. I thought for a second he was dead." And Sheik glared at him. "No, I wouldn't. And if you do, you'll be joining him soon afterwards." Sheik said. "What's it matter? Not still attached to your little pet, are you?" A new voice said, from the room over. "No, sweetheart. I just went through quite a bit to get him all the way over here, and I'd rather not have my work pissed away so quickly." Sheik said, catching herself quickly.

The new person smiled. "That's what I like to hear, baby." The man said, wrapping his arms around Sheik's waist. He had short pulled back silver hair, with olive eyes, and an ever present smirk on his tan chiseled face. He then kissed her.

"Y..you... bastard... I'll kill you... for that... I'll... kill..." Dark muttered, after briefly regaining consciousness. Such a will and love he had for Sheik, that he pulled himself out from the dark ether of his conscious, induced by powerful white magic, that he refused to believe the betrayal, and even blamed the man for what he had seen. "Poor pitiful you. Look, clinging onto life, just to prove your eyes wrong." The man said, lifting Dark's head up by under his chin. Dark's eyes were rolling, and heavy, and was drenched in sweat, putting an incredulous amount of effort into not passing out. "Poor moron. You took so long to claim the rose of love... that you let it wither... and lucky, I kept it alive... but not for you, fool. Sleep." he said, backhanding him sharply, knocking Dark's will out of him, sending him back into sleep. Sheik kept her cheek turned to this, not wanting to see.

Jackle nodded. "Well, I held up my half of the deal. You were so desperate to rid yourself of him, that you were willing to part with..." He said, smiling sweetly, hand outstretched. "Say no more." Sheik said, throwing him a small trinket. "Ah, this'll help me tap deeper into my powers of wisdom..." He said, looking at the trinket, a small blue shell, with a triangle inscribed into it. He then placed it around his neck, and snapped. "Adieu." He said, waving simply, and tipping his hat, as he broke down, with Dark held by the collar, into small particles of blue light, and was swept away by the wind.

Within Dark's mind, all he could think of, was revenge. Chaos was worming its way into his heart, and Dark was accepting it. All that floated in the dark ether of his mind was what he had last seen...

Whoever he is... I will a curse of a thousand years of darkness be on his soul... for the seeds of betrayal he hath sown into the heart of my love... I have suffered over two lifetimes of torment and suffering and heartache to see her... for him to have stolen her.

I will forget this not.

Suffering and pain will come unto him, and then I will return to the sands from which I was bred, and regret nothing...

...and forget the life I dreamt of...

"Jackle..." A voice said, as Dark's ears picked up, as his consciousness returned, but his sight blurred. The other man's voice sounded... so... familiar. "But you have done well... You have gathered a compendium of info, data and knowledge on this creation of darkness, and what lives within him, and even brought us the specimen. You've been invaluable to me. You deserve more than just this book of withered black magics..." The male's voice said. "No, the book is more than enough. I take my leave of you." Jackle's voice said, almost in disgust. "You... Jackle... I'll kill you... as well... as all the others..." Dark said, his head lowered, as he realized he was suspended by chains from the ceiling.

"Such a day... of... bloodshed will come." Dark muttered, laughing hysterically. "YOU'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!" Dark began to repeat, laughing coarse laughs manically. Jackle stopped at the doorway of the black room he stood at, and looked towards the floor clenching the book. "Forgive me..." He said, fading away into soft blue light, his voice lingering, filled with regrets.

A man approached him, wearing a long black robe, which he let down, once Jackle had left. It was ... Ganon?! Dark's eyes shot open in a panic. "You're my meal ticket back to power, my creation."