Ganondorf did indeed, have much work to do. He held his fallen Sister's crown in his hand as he walked through the halls. The majority of his Sisters were eating dinner in the mess hall, granting Ganondorf swift, undetected access to the Fortress. He entered his dormitory, moving silently across the stone floor. As he came to his bunk, he reached above it, and pulled down the skull mask Krysta had given to him. From under his cot, he pulled out his dagger, and attached it to his thigh. He would have much need for it on his journey. His next destination was the forge. There, the Gerudo blacksmiths would forge all their swords, axes, and on the rare occasion, armor.
He had no need for courage in his next action. Without hesitation, he held his hand out into the seething furnace of the forge, holding the gem of Krysta's crown in his palm. Normally, the intense heat would have instantly burned him, melting his flesh and charring his bones. Yet, for some reason he did not care to question, his hand and arm remained unharmed. His eyes still glowed a full yellow, covering the whites of his eyes. He sneered at the flames, as the metal surrounding the gem heated to a bright red.
Once it was ready, Ganondorf removed his hand from the flames. With a "Hyah!", Ganondorf slammed the gem hard upon the forehead of the mask, fusing the molten metal and bone together. Then, he donned the mask. Yellow orbs glowed from the pitch black holes it had for eyes. The cooling metal drooped a bit as Ganondorf wore the mask, giving the crown a rather grim shape, suitable for the already dark mask. With his face now covered, the young prince silently made his way from the Fortress, leaving his people behind as he set out for Hyrule. His destination: Kakariko Village.
In the past few months since he visited the village, he and his white haired friend, Impa, had been sending each other letters. There was nothing overly spectacular regarding the messages themselves. They mainly wrote to each other about their lives, how training was going on both ends, what news had been circulating from their two kingdoms, and so forth. They had even attempted to teach one another their own styles of martial arts, but that proved diffictult, as neither could draw the different stances too well. However, recently, Ganondorf had little time to message his friend. He had received several letters asking about his well being, but had yet to respond. Ganondorf wondered if he would see his friend upon this visit as he raced across the valley. Part of him hoped he would not. What he had planned was not meant for Impa to witness.
He was unnaturally swift this night, having reached the edge of the Gerudo territory in little less than two hours. The moon had not yet risen to the highest part of the sky, telling Ganondorf it was not even midnight. As he entered into the Hylian Kingdom, Ganondorf heard a digging sound all around him. He stopped running, and raised his hand. "Arise, Stalchildren!" he commanded. At his orders, a small platoon of undead monsters broke through the earth's surface around the masked Gerudo prince. They shambled before him and halted, saluting in unison at their master.
"Attention, servants" Ganondorf began, addressing his skeletal crew. The all looked upon their Lord in silent recognition, eager to hear his orders. "I need to reach Kakariko Village as fast as possible. You will take me there at once!" He shouted. Although he was not all together sure how they would accomplish the task, commanding their aid could not hurt. Upon hearing his words, however, four Stalchildren walked closer to Ganondorf. "We know of a way, sire" one said in the same high pitched voice Ganondorf had found pleasant, and almost endearing.
Ganondorf nodded, silently commanding the Stalchild to proceed with its plans. The four that had come closer to the boy, began to undergo a change in form. Dust swirled around them as their bones separated from their bodies. They circled around in the air, recombining and reattaching together to become something new entirely. When the dust settled, Ganondorf found that before him, the four Stalchildren had become one large Stalhound. The four Stalchild heads rested at the hound's shoulders and hips. The ribs had formed into jawbones and claws. The spinal cords hand grown together, giving the new creature a long, bony tail. It looked to Ganondorf with red eyes and lowered itself, allowing Ganondorf to climb upon its back.
The undead beast took off at a tremendous speed, running as fast, if not faster than a Gerudo scout's horse. The Stalchildren that were left behind saluted their leader, before burrowing back underground. The Stalhound glided through Hyrule field swiftly, making it to the Kakariko steps just as the moon hit its apex height. There, Ganondorf dismounted his servant and patted its muzzle. The Stalhound shot air from its nostrils, and trotted to the nearest tree and laid down, as Ganondorf left the Field.
Kakariko was dead quiet. All the torches had been extinguished, save for those carried by patrolling guards. Using his acrobatic skills, Ganondorf leapt up off the street, and climbed along a nearby house's roof. From up above, he was able to get a better glimpse of the village. This, however, did Ganondorf little good, as he realized he had no idea what he was looking for.
Suddenly, Ganondorf felt cold steel press against his neck. "You have a lot of nerve coming here, Demon" a voice whispered behind him. It was a soft voice, one Ganondorf recognized as his white haired friend, Impa. Damn! he said in his mind. The last thing he needed right now was a friendly face. Time was of the essence, and he had none to spend catching up. "Tell me why I shouldn't slice your throat right now, monster" Impa threatened, pressing the blade of her kodachi tighter against the Gerudo's neck, breaking the skin slightly.
Not wishing to jeopardize his cover, he attempted to mask his voice. "I seek justice, Impa of the Shiekah tribe". Impa, shocked that this horned monster knew her name, retreated her blade from him. "Explain" she said. Ganondorf turned to see her face. To his pleasant surprise, she had not changed much in the several months he had not seen her. The only difference was that her white hair had been pulled behind her head.
"I am a desert demon" he lied. "A Gerudo has been assaulted, within this village. I am here to seek vengeance upon her behalf" Ganondorf continued, in his forced deep voice. Impa sheathed her weapon on her back as she looked at the skull-faced demon. "A Gerudo did come here, it's true, but I heard no reports of assault" She pointed to the farthest house ahead of them, the one closest to her own house. "Last I saw, she entered that house with a Hylian soldier. As far as I heard, she left before day's break".
Ganondorf turned his gaze to the far house. High above them, dark clouds formed in the sky, blocking the light from the moon and stars. "No, she did not" he said, before dashing along the roofs towards the house. Impa not trusting the demon's intentions, followed closely behind. The both halted upon the target house's roof. There, Ganondorf peered over the edge, spying an open window.
"It is best you do not follow, Shiekah. By Ge...desert law, the men in this house must die" Ganondorf said, almost slipping. If he were to reveal his identity, his friendship would surely be compromised. It was better Impa saw this as the actions of a demon, than an angered friend. Impa, however, shook her head. "Whatever these men did, they deserve a trial. I will not allow you to kill them" she said, grasping the hilt of her kodachi. Ganondorf turned his head quickly to the Shiekah. "They deserve to die!" he shouted, yet still whispering. "Impa, these men raped the Gerudo you had become friends with. This happened, in your village. Under your watch. These men are now under desert law" he said.
Impa looked at him wide eyed, and let go of her weapon. "... Do what needs to be done. I will not stand in your way. Once it is finished, however, leave this place, and never return" she ordered, before vanishing into shadow. "Believe me" Ganondorf muttered to himself, "I will never return to this town". With that, he snuck in through the window.
Inside the house, Ganondorf could hear nothing but snoring, as three Hylians slept in separate beds. The boy unsheathed his dagger slowly. As he neared the first man, he wasted no time sliding the blade along the Hylian's throat, bleeding him out as he slept. He did the same to the second, watching the man as he choked on his own blood. The last, however, Ganondorf planned to give take the brunt of the Gerudo's rage.
Using strips he had cut from the blood-stained sheets of the now dead men's beds, he patiently tied tied the man's wrists and ankles to the legs of the bed, ensuring that when he woke, he would be unable to more. He wanted this one to suffer, suffer enough for all three men. Twirling the blade in his hand, Ganondorf paced on the bed, over the man, preparing for his first strike. He gripped the handle tightly, and shoved the blade through the man's elbow joint.
The Hylian's eyes shot wide open in shock and pain. He was about to scream in agony, but Ganondorf delivered a swift jab at the man's neck, hitting his adam's apple hard. "Do you know why I am here?" he asked calmly. The man looked up at Ganondorf, tears welling in his eyes from the pain, and shook his head. "I am here, Hylian filth, because you mistreated a gift...do you know what that gift was?!" He asked, pulling his dagger from the man's arm, just to plunge it into the other. The Hylian choked and wheezed in pain and terror.
The prince waited until the man could speak again, before continuing with his torture. He slowly jostled his weapon from the man's arm, tilting it from side to side as he slid it out. "For the love of the Goddesses! I didn't do anything!" the man cried. Under his mask, Ganondorf grinned. "Oh?" he asked "Are you sure?". Ganondorf took a wide swing with his dagger, sliding open the man's right foot. "AAAAAGH!" the man screamed. "I swear to you! I'm innocent! Please!" he begged.
A heat began to rise within the room. "Please? Please?! Did she say please? Did you stop for her?!" Ganondorf yelled. He slammed his dagger into the Hylian's thigh, just above his knee, before wrenching it closer to his body, gashing the man's leg wide open. The man screamed again, spitting blood on Ganondorf's mask. "Who!? Who are you talking about, demon?!" he shouted.
Ganondorf had had enough of this man's ignorance. He held the blade down, hovering between his legs. "Krysta! The Gerudo you raped!" He shouted and thrusted hard. The dagger shot through the sheets like a hot knife through butter. It slid up between the man's legs, sliding off the man's penis and pinning his testicles to his skin as the blade buried into his pelvis. The scream that uttered out from the man was inhuman.
Ganondorf did not stop there, though. "Your raped her! You raped her over and over again! You disgusting, fowl, vile, waste of life!" he roared. With each title he gave the screeching Hylian, he stabbed him again and again in his crotch. the blade pierced through the man's testis, mixing spilled semen and blood into the sheets. It was not until the Hylian's manhood had been mashed up beyond the point of even recognition, that Ganondorf finally ceased. He lifted his mask and spit upon the Hylian. "I call this ritual of Phantos Redae, concluded".
Ganondorf climbed from the Hylian's now dead body. He had succeeded in his ritual, however, for even in death, the Hylian was still screaming. Before he left, however, Ganondorf turned to the bodies in the room. He was still unsatisfied, he needed to curse this unholy place. Ganondorf touched the wall as he looked about the room. "Whoever lives here, shall know the eternal pain and suffering endured within these walls. I commanded that any who call this house their home, be deformed into monsters, and forever tormented, until the curse has been lifted!" he shouted, before leaving the house, and Kakariko Village.