Chapter Twenty-Four
Isis gasped and broke rank to tend to the boy, but Majora aimed his next attach at the old Gerudo Queen, hoping to kill the old woman before she could cause him anymore problems. Nayru, upon seeing this, appeared before her, casting a shield around them both. Then she fired the crystal shards of said shield, which shattered upon impact of the attack, at him with deadly force and precision while Isis kept running to the fallen blonde. Ilia, Vaati and Midna joining her as Bertha gathered the girls up and they formed a tight rank over Link. Though they all wondered how he had slipped passed them.
Impa finished the spell, dropping into a group of Dekus as they hurried over to where Farore and the others were. Oni looked up as his body glowed with a white light, his blade glowed as well, small blue orbs swirling around it as his eyes blazed like white flames. Odolwa got back up, dark green blood spilling from the hole in his side where he had been gored through. Enraged, he began chanting, hands held out with his head thrown back as a swarm of fire moths appeared from nowhere and flooded the field.
Oni snorted as he walked towards the demons, swinging his blade once and a large ring of white light cut through the swarm and hit the Jungle Warrior, electing a terrible scream as he crashed back to the ground. Goht roared and charged Oni in his bull form, attempting to trample him, but screamed out when another blade took out his legs on the right side, causing him to trip and fall, sliding to a stop before Oni. Said God merely frowned and with a quick flick of his fingers, flipped his Double Helix upside down and stabbed the blade into Goht's head.
Goht barely let out a cry before the blade was twisted and death silenced him. Oni only pulled his sword free and with a wave of his hands, burned Goht's remains. The flames left absolutely nothing behind, not even ashes. Gyorg let out a terrible roar and charged him, but two disks of light cut him into fours and he soon joined Goht in hell where they belonged. Twinmold glanced at each other before quickly burrowing underground, but forgot that Oni did not need to hit their bodies.
Said God moved like a bolt of lightning, Striking Red's tail before sending another disk at Blue's tail. The Twins let out agonized cries as they surfaced and crashed into each other, blinded by pain they bit the others neck with their pincers and ended up cutting each other's heads off. As soon as their corpses collapsed to the ground, they too burned. Odolwa got up once more, bleeding terribly as he began to summon more backup. Chanting 'you're gonna die' the entire time.
Majora on the other hand was steadily growing more and more frightened with the ease in which Oni was killing his strongest demons. His army shattered and broken, his people no longer standing on his side, but rather his daughter's and she was glaring at him with enough malice to drown the world in eternal darkness. He sneered in distaste, but at least in the end he stole something of value to Oni: his bride's life.
It was a terrible waste of such beauty, a pure soul that begged to be corrupted and twisted, left mangled and darker than his own. Pity, he'd never get that pleasure, but neither would Oni. Odolwa was stubborn, he kept summoning flame moths and his jungle spiders, but Oni cut through them easily enough, kicking or simply crushing spiders left and right as he remained focused on his goal. Odolwa summoned a ring of fire, but Oni's eyes flashed and the fire condensed into a sphere and shot at the Jungle Warrior, hitting him in the heart.
He screamed out as the flames began to lick at his body, spreading all over inside and out, burning him to nothingness, his screams echoing before silencing. Majora growled; enough play time. He summoned his own sword, the Saw Blade looking even more menacing than it had before. He flicked his wrist, testing his sword's weight and balance, nodding his approval.
"So… finally it begins…"
Isis cradled Link's head in her lap, fighting back tears as she frantically searched for any sign of life, even the tiniest hope, but Link was pale, too pale, cold and motionless. Ilia dropped to her knees beside the old woman and cried as Farore silently tended to the wound between two his ribs.
"It seems it hit his lung…" She spoke up, but didn't dare tell them there was a small chance to save him.
"Link! Link wake up!" Ilia begged.
"So he's dead?" huffed a snide voice.
They turned to Zelda, who even though she was being dragged by Zant looked smug. Nayru's lips twitched with pleasure that her Chosen Keeper was perfect in every way, even down to her views of perfection.
Din rolled her eyes and huffed at her, "Don't get cocky, girl. You may have Nayru's intelligence, but Farore's got more than one trick up her sleeve. Isn't that right, little sister/"
"You give her too much credit. Outside of knowing the ways of the land living like one of her precious animals, she's not that bright." Nayru hissed, while Din rolled her eyes. "Besides, you bully her the most!"
Din shrugged, it was within her power to push those weaker around and into doing her bidding, but she wasn't arrogant about it like Nayru. Farore ignored the bickering, use to it now after living with it for so long. She finished cleaning the wound and looked to Midna and Vaati.
"There is a chance we may save him…. Though it's very slim…" She told the two quietly, glancing to the others to make sure they weren't listening in on their private chat.
"How?" Vaati asked, shooting a glance towards the other two Goddesses and Zelda, before looking her back in the eyes. He'd do anything to bring Link back or at least save his soul form Majora's wicked pleasures.
"The wound is filled with darkness, but I can fill it with light, but I'll need you, Minish Prince, to circulate air into his lungs and you, Twili Princess, to bridge the gap between light and dark." They nodded in understanding. "But please, do not put too much hope into this… I fear it may not be enough… He's lost too much blood and has grown too cold… If anything we're are saving his soul from further suffering."
They grew grim, but again nodded before they carefully moved Link and even if the others protested around them, set to work, Vaati shrunk to his natural size and with a prayer to Farore, jumped down Link's throat. This startled the others, but Midna and Farore ignored them. Farore reached up for one of the two flowers in her hair and pulled it out. She crushed it and mushed it until it as a pulpy paste and smeared it in and on Link's wound.
As soon as she had done so, he suddenly jerked, coughing and gasping. Midna steadied him as Isis helped her by pinning his legs.
"What is happening!?" Isis asked.
"He's still alive… if barely… Princess." Farore nodded and pressed her hands on the wound.
Midna put hers on Link's temples and began concentrating on tying her shadows to Farore's light and then building a bridge of twilight like Farore asked. Link had a pure soul, but even he had a bit of darkness within him and her father's corrupted shadows had found it and began to twist and mangle it, making it spread and slowly infect him.
Isis quickly figured out what was happening and gasped when Vaati reappeared beside her, a greatly displeased look on his face even if he smirked with triumph. She did not dare ask him what he had done, not entirely sure she'd risk the mental scarring. She instead focused on holding the boy down while instructing Silva and Phire to make a rather potent Vitality Potion.
Zelda snarled and struggled in Bertha's grasp, Din and Nayru frowning at the pathetic attempt to save one measly child, a child that had tainted blood. The ground shook as Ganon lumbered over, standing over the group in a protective manner, snarling down at his Goddess and Nayru, daring them to try something funny.
"Minish Prince?" Farore asked, without looking up from her careful work.
"He's breathing on his own. I barely got far before he reacted. He's a stubborn little thing, I'll give him that." Vaati's affectionate smile did not go unnoticed, but Farore was a bit busy.
Midna concentrated on her task, starting to sweat a little from the strain, only a 3rd of the bridge was complete and she feared she'd pass out before she made it to the half way mark. It seemed Isis sensed this and placed her hand on one of hers. It was both a reassuring gesture and a means to slowly feeding her own magic into the being of Twilight.
"How is the wound?" Isis asked.
"It's almost healed after that, we'll have to finish the bridge in his soul. Majora's trying to tear it apart from the inside and if it keeps up, no matter what I or anyone else does, he will die."
"Good!" Zelda hissed.
Ilia snarled and stood up and smacked the former Princess, Nayru turning to scream, but yelped when Ganon placed one of his massive paws on her, pinning her down, snarling at Din when she made to yell at him. Farore pulled her hands away from the wound, checking it, smiling when it was healed, only a faint pinkish scar was left were he had been hit. She passed her hand over his heart and listened to the faint palpates of his heart, but frowned. Why'd it sound so odd?
She didn't get a chance to ask when suddenly a blinding white light flashed from his left hand where the mark of the Tri-Force remained, only a faint blemish on otherwise clear skin…
Oni glared at Majora, the demonic bastard was taunting him, spitting filth about Link. It was bad enough he had hurt the sweet young mortal, but to talk as if Link were a whore? Oni was downright pissed! Majora cackled as he threw out his whip, catching Oni's leg and yanking him forwards. Oni allowed it and at the last second severer the tentacle like whip, causing an ear shattering scream to come from Majora's throat.
"Bastard!"
"I've been called worse." Oni shrugged one shoulder lazily while he looked at his blade, as if it were more interesting than the multi-colored Twili before him. "By my own mother no less."
Majora's face turned interesting colors in his anger before he attacked again, quickly and without mercy. Oni dodged them with grace and ease, infuriating the demon more. A whip snapped around his sword arm, yanking it hard enough to pull it from the socket. Oni hissed, but kept his grip on the weapon, digging his heels into the floor as Majora pulled him closer.
"You miserable little whelp! Taunting me, mocking me! I SHOULD BE THE RULER; NOT YOU!"
"That's what my sisters said." Oni growled back. "And look what it led to! You; nearly wiping out all life! Souls are being devoured by your poisonous darkness!"
"So you fear the Dark, eh, Deity?"
"No," he hissed, his shoulder being jarred once more, "What I fear, Majora, is being Alone! Being ignored! FORGOTTEN!"
A burst of light from Oni surged down his injured arm and into Majora's tentacle, electing a scream of agony from him as he let go. Oni quickly grabbed is sword in his left hand and preformed an ancient move he learned from a mortal who served his mother well.
The blade was pointed heavenward, a steady vibration rang through it, as the orbs of bluish white light formed and began feeding into the blade, but before he could make a move, he was gored through the stomach by what looked like a demonic version of Eful's Marionettes! Coughing up blood, he staggered back, arm still held above his head stubbornly before he hissed out a very foul curse, the demonic mockery of a doll burned to ashes as he brought the blade down in a vicious arch.
Majora tried to dodge the attack, but the blade of divine light suddenly split into four and like they had minds of their own, pierced him through his shoulders and thighs, pinning him in place as Oni lunged at him, the Double Helix blade cutting through his stomach as he vomited blood over Oni's shoulder. They were pressed into each other, Oni's blade in Majora's stomach as his living armor had formed spikes and gored Oni through his left lung, his stomach and an inch or two from his heart.
Heaving a wet, wheezing laugh, Majora forced the spikes deeper still into Oni's body, but the God only glared right back at him, eyes turning from the intense white they have always been to a milky silver, then steel slate. Majora frowned, his eye narrowing as Oni smirked. The slate color began to change into a deep red before his skin began to turn ash black, his features disappearing so only the ridge of his nose and his solid red eye glared at him. The double helix began to turn into onyx black and ruby red as the orbs turn a garish pink that was dark violet at their centers.
"Wh-what's-"
Oni just narrowed his eyes in a way that was a dark version of his usually smug smirk. As he gripped the sword tighter, thrusting it deeper into Majora's stomach, also thrusting the spikes deeper into his body as they were now face to face. His mouth twitched into view, his lips the same color as his skin making hard for anyone to see them. He leaned so his lips brushed over Majora's mouth, a teasing of a lover's kiss twisted into an insult.
"I-I am…. a fallen…. God." He breathed.
He giggled darkly eyes brightly glowing like twin pools of blood. He twisted the blade, licking the green blood from Majora's lips as he grinned, his teeth a startling bone white as he leaned his head back.
"Farore… Din… Nayru…" He called to his sisters who stood and circled the pair, their hands forming familiar symbols as an all too familiar chanting began as well.
"Ar-are you mad!?" Majora spat, wriggling to get free.
"I don't know… Maybe…." Oni murmured.
"They'll seal us both!"
"Obviously…" Oni purred, pressing his lips to Majora's ear. "Do you-you know what…. What they call a fallen God?"
"You are mad! Stop this at once!" Majora snarled wrapping his tentacles around Oni's neck and legs, sending enough jolts of power to reduce a lesser being to ashes, but Oni didn't even twitch!
"We call them…. Fierce…."
"What?"
"My name…. Is not Deity…. It's…."
Din, Nayru and Farore threw their hands out as the image of the Tri-Force glowed beneath their feet, their powers surging back as the balance began to right itself and with a shout, they began to seal the pair away into a black triangle.
"Oni, the Fierce Deity!" Oni shouted out, as a powerful surge of energy ripped from within the sword and as the same multicolored light from more than 20 millennia ago erupted. Everyone screamed as they covered their eyes, the whitest of white swallowing them and the world whole and then everything faded to black…