It wasn't long later that Farore's arm was fully healed, without even a scar to show for it. She went to the guest room where they had put the Slayer, thinking that's where he'd be as he didn't know the palace like they did. Sure enough, he was there, standing on the balcony, looking out over the rest of the Sacred Realm, helmet in his hand. "Hey," she says to him, and he turns around at a shocking speed, bowing his head. He was about to open his mouth, likely to apologize, but she put a finger to his lips. "Are you familiar with the saying, 'To err is human," she asks him, but before she could finish, he did.
"'And to forgive is divine,'" he finished, taking a glance at her arm, eyes widening when he sees that not only is the improvised bandage gone, so too is the wound, without even a scar.
"It's not often we get hurt," she explains. "But when we do, we heal fast." Farore then points a finger at him. "You know, some of what you've done would've gotten you punished severely. Ripping up my tunic like that would normally get you sent to the Dark World. Had you kept on ripping...oh Din would've sentenced you to an eternity of having your eyes burn. She would've wanted to kill you, then resurrect you, just so she could kill you again, in a never-ending cycle—"
"She wouldn't be able to," the Slayer says in a tone as if he had talked about dinner, with but a hint of a cold threat. "None of you can."
Farore swallowed a lump in her throat. "But I could tell it wasn't from a bad place. You just used what you had at the time, and didn't worry about my modesty. Nor the fact I'm a goddess."
"Ma'am, I would've torn up your wedding dress if I had to," he states, turning back towards the view out the balcony.
"Well, I have to say. True, your methods might be a bit destructive. And you lack the appropriate humility for serving godde—" Farore said, but was cut off, as the Slayer chuckled.
"Ma'am, I have done many things. Been called many things. I have defied kings, as well as been named one. I have slain gods, as well as been worshipped as one," the Slayer tells her. "But before it all, I was an ordinary soldier, punished for assaulting my CO because I refused to shoot innocent civilians. And before that..." He turns to face her. "I was just an ordinary boy from a small town in Minnesota. Not that you know where that is," he says with a sigh. "And one part of me wants to say I'm still that Minnesota kid. But other parts of me...aren't sure what I am anymore."
Farore nodded with understanding. "Well, that punishment story seems interesting. It also explains your behavior earlier," she adds. "Always put innocents first huh? The rest doesn't matter? Save as many innocents as possible, then kill all the evil things. No care for the damage you cause along the way? All the structures of men can be rebuilt, if they need to be sacrificed to do what you need to do?" She questions, putting some pieces together based on all his interactions.
"Well someone's already figured me out," the Slayer chuckles, and Farore chuckles with him.
"So...feel ready to take on Ganon?" She asks him, but he frowns.
"You've said he's part of a cycle, right? Been stopped before, but always comes back?" He asks, and Farore nods. "Then no, I'm not ready." Farore was about to complain, but he held his hand up. "In my original world, there is a book, Art of War. One of its core teachings? 'Know thy enemy, and know thyself, and in one hundred battles, you will never be in peril.' I need to know more about him. I need to know what can hurt him, and what can't. I've killed otherwise unkillable things before." Something materializes in his hand, that when he showed her, resembles a sword hilt, but the cross guard was folded up along where the blade should be. "First off, you all should know that I did NOT show off everything, and I actually WAS trying to show off a lot of what I can do. But I didn't, nor could I, show everything. One reason being some weapons are too powerful, or expensive to use, to show off. And this is another reason," he adds, gesturing towards the object in his hand. "This is my Crucible. Basically, it's a sword, but the blade is pure energy. And it's had two blades, one is in the head of a titan, and the other? The brain of the Icon of Sin. Could it kill Ganon? Possibly. But it's not like I can just have it make a new one. I can tell you how I did it last time. But now? I have no idea," he explains.
Farore listened as he explained. "Ok, you made your point. Now let me show you to Nayru, and her archives. If ANY of us can help, it's her," she explains, leading him out of the room. "Hmmm, I had an idea," she says with a smile. "We can take the scenic route." The Slayer raises an eyebrow, but she continues, weaving around the palace. She showed him several of the hot spots, like the living room, dining room, kitchen, and beyond, even pointing out where bedrooms were, as well as the door to her garden, as well as some of the natural springs, both hot and cool. "Oh, there's one area I HAVE to show you," she says, leading the Slayer to the basement. He walked forward as he saw the pentagram, and the sarcophagus within. "Yep, that's how you came to us. We stood in a circle, placed some items around it, chanted, and here you are," she explains as the Slayer examines the items used to summon him.
"There's four," he asks, looking at them all. "Where's the fifth?" He asks, trying to make sense of it all. Though when Farore looks at the items used to summon him, she understands some of them.
"The missing item is in my garden, still alive. A rabbit, of all things," she tells him, and the Slayer turned to face her with SHOCKING speed, but he said nothing. "As for the rest...I think I understand." She holds them all up. "These deku seeds? They're like that one weapon with the multiple projectiles. OK, two. One has that part that slides back and forth, and the other has the clawshot underneath," she explains, and the Slayer nods in understanding. "The bomb arrows? Those are like the exploding things you shot at us. And I think the regular arrows...are like that other projectile weapon," she finishes.
"Rockets, and bullets," he explains. "Respectively."
They leave the basement, and carry on. "And now, our destination. Nayru's library. She's waiting for us, or you mostly." The Slayer raises an eyebrow, but she answers. "Telepathy. We have it with each other, and limited amounts with the Hylians. Hence why they all have these, to hear us," she says, running a hand along her pointed ear. "The regular humans don't have the points. I made plenty of other races too. Sheikah, Gerudo...and those are just the humanoid races. There's also Gorons, Zoras, and Ritos, among others. So make sure you don't shoot everything that isn't vaguely non-human shaped mister," she tells him, sticking a finger in his face. "Anyway, head on in," she tells him, and the Slayer does so, glaring at her finger.
Nayru led him through the shelves to a table where she had already gathered all the material she had. "Very wise of you, wanting more info," she tells him, adjusting the glasses on her face. "Well, this is everything on Ganon. The multiple times he's risen, and been put down, across all the timelines," she explains as the Slayer sits down, and opens a book. He goes to turn a page, but has difficulty doing so, almost tearing the page. But then he gets an idea, and Nayru watches as he removes his right gauntlet, revealing a large, strong hand, which he then uses to fiddle with the left gauntlet, turning a few things on the blade, and then disconnecting the strip before sliding it off of his hand. It actually gave Nayru an idea. "Hey...I don't know how long you'll be. But want me to find you something else to wear?" She asks. "Something aside from your armor?"
The Slayer seemed to genuinely weigh it over, before responding "On one hand, that would be nice. On the other hand...I'm not into dresses or skirts," he deadpans.
Nayru couldn't help it. She burst out into laughter, holding her sides. Even the Slayer gave a slight smile, and the softest chuckle she's ever heard. "I totally get why you'd think that! But rest assured...we can whip up something that fits you, physically and fashionably too. I mean...the three of us can literally change clothes with a wave of our hands," she explains, still calming down from her laughter as she goes and gets another book. "This shows various fashions throughout the years," she says, opening it and about to show him, but the Slayer holds up his hand.
"Ma'am, do I LOOK like I care about fashion, besides that?" He asks, gesturing towards himself. "I'm the kind of guy who'd wear a t-shirt with a funny slogan on it." Nayru still couldn't help but smile. "You're FAR from what we've expected," she tells him, finally deciding on a version of Link's tunic, more specifically the one he wore during his adventure with Midna, but without the gauntlets or cap. After all, he's ALSO becoming our hero of sorts. And we know he has a thing for green. But the cap, and the gauntlets...not a fit for his look.
Indeed, Nayru could almost SMELL the blood on his hands, even if there was none present physically, she could sense it was there spiritually, enough to fill OCEANS. Add up every Link...no, add up every soldier Hyrule has ever had, anyone who ever picked up a weapon for defense, from a Link, to the Knights of Hyrule, Champions, soldiers, even ordinary citizens fending off monsters with sticks...all of them combined was but a DROP compared to what this man had.
A glow appears in her eyes, as she makes the clothes appear out of nothing. "And yes, before you ask...they'll fit," she says, silencing the Slayer's raised eyebrow. "All..." She glances up and down at him again, towering FAR over most mortals. The current Link was a little over a meter and a half, but the Slayer was a giant at a little over two meters. "It's all there, hopefully you like it." The Slayer nods in thanks, and Nayru turns around. Much shuffling later, and he was dressed, looking it over, but what was strange was how Nayru didn't see any sign of his armor, anywhere. But the Slayer tapped something on his wrist. "Pocket Dimension Drive," he explained.
"Ah, so that's how you do it. We're familiar with large inventories. Just ask the Links," she chuckles. "The Hero of Twilight alone held twenty regular items, alongside his three outfits, shields, swords, and all the collectibles and upgrades. Meanwhile you have...weapon after weapon. And Farore tells me that you told her you didn't even show them all?" She asks. The Slayer responds by pulling out a strange bladed weapon, that to Nayru had a toothy chain along the length of the blade. The Slayer pulled on something with a string, and the chain began to move around the blade, slowly at first, but the Slayer then squeezed something in the weapon's grip, and it spun MUCH faster, with a loud cacophonous sound. "OK, I get why you'd like that weapon. Part of the chant to summon you was 'Rip and Tear,' and that...thing seems like it'd do it," she says, an idea coming to her. "Speaking of you should see it," she adds, getting the book for him to look at, which he eagerly looks at.
"Like the chainsaw?" He asks, even as he examines the book. Chainsaw... She thinks. Yes, she could see how the teeth of the weapon would be goot at cutting wood. Or...flesh and bone, She thought as a chill ran down her spine. "How in the multiverse..." he asks as he turns the pages. "This book seems old. Yet some of these events? At the end, where I kill Davoth?" He points it out to her on the page. "From my perspective...that was the last thing I remember. Well, then fainting...then a brief moment where I was awake, only enough to see I was put into that sarcophagus. Like from my perspective...all that could've been yesterday," he explains. "Yet this book seems old."
"I only noticed it recently. In ALL the years we've lived. Granted, I haven't always browsed the section on alternate universes, but something drew me to the section, then to the book, and thus...to you," she explains to him. "And yes, it does look fairly aged. But according to it? YOU are far older," she tells him, muttering to herself "And you aged VERY well. A mortal that doesn't look older than the fourties to fifties, max. Yet according to the book...you've outlived entire universes. You're so old, measuring in standard years is the wrong measurement." Yes, he had aged well, but she had to admit that wasn't the only attractive thing. The tunic he now wore outlined his muscles quite well, she could tell even from that he had more muscles than any of the Links had had. She could've used her sight to see through his clothes, but that would've been rude.
"Well I would have to say, we're all wine here," he responds, as he turns back to the books on Ganon, eager to learn more about him. Nayru raises an eyebrow, but without looking he answers. "Aged well. We're all bottles of wine, and there's no vinegar stage for us."
A blush rose to her cheeks as she thought about what he said. Did...did he just call us pretty, in an awkward way? Was that an attempt at a compliment? To flirt? It wasn't the best, I'll admit. BUT...if he's done nothing but kill for the past...untold amount of time, far longer than any human lifetime, far longer than OUR lifetime...it makes sense that he's not exactly at his smoothest. "W-why thank you, I think?" She tells him, and he just nods in understanding as he reads.
It was interesting, the amount of times this Ganon had risen, and then been beaten. All mostly by a kid that on Earth, at his oldest wouldn't even be old enough to drink. On one hand, he was upset with the goddesses for forcing such a destiny on a kid so young. But he also got the feeling that it wasn't all entirely their fault, as destiny always conspired to find the kid. Another thing that upset him at first was how in the "Adult Timeline," as it was called, Ganon had risen once, but no hero appeared, so they flooded Hyrule. Until he learned that everyone was ordered to go to the mountaintops, so not one life was actually lost to the flood. And the people adjusted well to living in an ocean. Some of the races even took on new forms for that.
Ah, the races they had were interesting. Farore had warned him against killing anything non-human, and with what the Slayer saw, he understood. Gorons looked like living rocks, and were all quite strong, considered the heavy lifters of Hyrule. The fact they all preferred to live near Death Mountain, Hyrule's resident volcano, and were good smiths, also made the Slayer think they were Hyrule's answer to dwarves. Though some strange things included the fact they were seemingly all male, and also ate rocks. They also have enjoyed strength-based sports, like sumo wrestling in the past, which the Hero of Twilight even had to wrestle one as part of his quest, needing a pair of heavy boots to even things out between them. Oh I bet I could wrestle one, no heavy boots required. Hell, throw me and a Goron in a boxing ring, and I'll likely come out on top. I have a feeling that if the Night Sentinels met these guys, a few contests of strength later, and the bromances will become stronger than me.
But rock people weren't the only strange race to the Slayer. There was also the unusual combination of humans and fish called Zoras. It was a unique take on the concept, since what the Slayer knew of as the traditional mermaid had a rather simple body plan, but also lacked the ability to do anything on land. Meanwhile these guys were as amphibian as could be. In the Slayer's mind, while Hylians were physically the closest to elves, with the pointed ears and all, Zoras were closer to elves in spirit. Tolkien-esque elves always took to natural areas, mostly forests, building in and around the trees, and also came with the benefit of insanely long lives compared to the other races, being able to shrug off a century or more without issue, often being immortal. Zoras were much the same, able to shrug off a century with ease, at the minimum, and living in a more or less natural area, even if they traded traditional elven forests for the waters of Zora's Domain. Another oddity, but fitting due to fishy nature, was the fact they laid eggs. It DOES make me ask the obvious: How...compatible these guys all are. I mean, SURELY love has happened between the humanoids, and non-humanoids. And I'm sure cross-breeding attempts have happened. So what happens to the kids? Can't happen, or...well, I see no sign of half-breeds.
Another race that grabbed attention were the Rito, especially their origins. During the flood, the Zoras helped with the stragglers, especially Gorons since the latter had no ability to swim, nor even float. But they had to make a sacrifice, and the goddesses told them that to seal away Hyrule properly, that included even them, and thus Zoras would take a form incompatible with water. And thus they went from fish, to birds, a transition that took quite a while to get used to, but get used to it they did. Their early versions were more humanoid, but the latest ones were quite birdy, practically being birds that walk upright and talk, using their wings as hands, bird feet, and the rest. Well, fish to birds. That's...as drastic a change as they come. And now, they both exist together? How do they even feel about each other? But then...this multiple timeline thing IS a bit out there. How the merger happened could probably make even VEGA's head spin.
But those were just the "Settled races" among the non-humanoids, currently existing. There were also the Koroks, who like the Rito were a product of the Adult Timeline. Little wooden kids huh? Hiding everywhere? What was interesting was their previous forms, the Kokiri. Well, Peter Pan much? I mean, with the green, the fairies, and never growing up. What happens if they think happy thoughts? Strange they were forced into little wooden creatures.
And that brought him around to the last of the non-humans in Hyrule. He learned all about the fairies of Hyrule, from the regular kind, to the Great Fairies. The former more or less always took the form of balls of light with wings, but the latter... Wow. The fashion these ladies wear. Hell, the ones in the Cave of Ordeals rock the hair bra look. No wonder they only hang out in springs.
Though the humanoids had some things of interest. Sure, humans and Hylians were nearly identical, save for the ears. But the Shiekah were an interesting bunch. Numbers fluctuating throughout the years, always serving the royal family, and they're all shadow people huh? Granted, it doesn't make them evil. But I see they're the bodyguards, shock troops, spies...and likely the assassins. I have to say, the award for "Most Japanese Culture" award goes to these guys. I don't remember my Japanese culture, but these guys seem to match. I could almost make a bet with myself that they have kimonos. AND, are the longest lived of the humanoid races, some having lived for a century, though not always as gracefully as the Zora. Though he also learned of the traitors, the Yiga Clan. Always someone. Well, I'm sure they'll come to fear me, like all the rest.
But possibly the most interesting humanoid race were the Gerudo, and the Slayer could see that they were all in Din's image. Wow, all women huh? Well, this proves that cross-breeding is possible, at least among the humanoids. Only one man in a hundred years, and that man is king? Well...so much for female empowerment. Stupid law. He could also tell they took after Arabian culture somewhat, with the living in a desert, the scimitars they often wielded, and...how scantily clad they often were. I'm willing to bet they know how to belly dance. And are probably MASTERS of perfumes, flirting, and more. They tick off every box in the "exotic girl" checklist. Few men could resist. Indeed, he had to admit...in a past life, long ago, before the demons...he would've been excited by having a Gerudo girlfriend.
One thing he read about the Gerudo turned his blood cold. Mainly, how one of their kings, long long ago, was none other than Ganondorf himself. Wait...THESE ladies are responsible for this guy? Does that mean...Din is directly responsible? SHE of all people made this guy, and now they want ME to clean up their mess? Just like how Hayden wanted me to clean up because the Pierce bitch went nutso, as is always bound to happen, because SOMEONE saw Hell as a battery! What's HER excuse? The rest almost didn't matter. All he had learned was that holy weapons worked against him, be it arrows empowered with silver or Nayru's light, alongside the ancient artifact known as the Master Sword. And even then, always weakened him, enough to be locked away. Never to be TRULY killed. But that didn't matter. He had to find Din and make her answer for her crimes against Hyrule.
Nayru watched as he got up, rage in his eyes, more than even Din had at her angriest. She felt TERRIFIED of him, as clearly he had read something that upset him. Heads up, Slayer is PISSED at something, she warned her sisters. I don't know what. The fear she felt was INTENSE, moreso than even if Ganondorf himself had stood before her. This wasn't as if he was angry, no. This was more like the very idea of anger itself had taken human form. But the terror was only beginning, as Nayru watched as the Slayer's armor materialized around his body as he walked out of the library, double checking the blade on his arm worked. Girls...He looks ready to kill, she gets out to her sisters, terror all over her inner voice. If she were human, she felt she would've lost control of bodily functions. Indeed she almost wanted to. But she reasoned in that moment, barely coming to the surface of the terror, that he had to have read something to upset him, and if she did, she could understand the cause of his anger.
And it didn't take long to find out. A book was open about the Gerudo, mainly the section about how Ganondorf was once a Gerudo. He must've made a connection. He thinks its our fault. Or rather, Din's. DIN! He knows about Ganondorf's origins! I think...
He means to kill me? Let's see him try, her sister responded, but Nayru was still worried. The sheer POWER in this man was likely to make even the Triforce of Power look like a mere toy. Already she could hear the sounds of battle from Din's sparring hall, as she ran towards the scene to stop it.
Fear not, I'm on the way too, Nayru heard Farore say in her head, which quelled the fear in her somewhat, even as the 2 of them reached the hall.
It was a mess, as Din and the Slayer fought. Where earlier, Slayer was holding back, now he was not, and it was showing. Din was hitting him with spell after spell, attack after attack, using a mixture of swords, punches, kicks, and beyond. Yet the Slayer was countering everything, and dishing it right back, and moreso. Nayru was truly worried that Din was going to die right then and there. Even Farore's courage was beginning to waver, as they watched Din get pushed further and further back, take hit after hit.
Then the Slayer pulled out an ENORMOUS weapon he hadn't shown before, a weapon that glowed green and looked so large only a Goron should be able to lift it, let alone wield it. To Nayru, it seemed as if this weapon was Death itself, a natural disaster on par with a flood, or wildfire, with every use, such was the knot in her stomach telling her. "NO!" She yelled.
But the next shock came when she felt Farore disappear from her side, materializing in front of the Slayer, arms spread to protect Din. "Look, I get it. You're upset. You think Din's responsible for Ganondorf, right?" The Slayer doesn't answer, only reaching forward to grab her arm to pull her out of the way, but Farore swats his hand away. "No. YOU listen to me Mister!" She yells, getting in his face. "Ganondorf once appeared to be a promising member of the Gerudo. Din was even going to gift him the Triforce of Power. But as he grew up, things got worse and worse. He became more cruel, more savage, more evil. He became a terror upon the lands, and we couldn't stop him. Only our champions could. What can we say? We fucked up," she yells at him.
Nayru had never seen Din look so terrified. Din, the strongest of them all, who never feared anything due to her power, had finally been outmatched, outpowered, and now she looked so weak and defenseless. But still, Din spoke up, poking her head out from behind her sister. "Look, it's as she said. I fucked up, alright? I was going to give him my boon, but he turned evil. Then STOLE it anyway! He has always been my biggest regret. My biggest failure. Not a day's gone by where I don't regret it!" The Slayer continued to glare angrily, but Nayru could tell cracks in his anger armor were forming. Emboldened by her sisters, she also ran forward, taking a position next to Farore.
"Look. You might wonder why we didn't do something sooner. We tried. We looked up every solution, every possibility. I was the one who figured out enough technology to teach the Shiekah, long ago, how to make the Divine Beasts, the Guardians, the Sheikah Slate, shrines, and so on. Yet how were WE to know Ganon would corrupt all those? He's outwitted us at many a turn! We're getting desperate!"
Farore spoke up again, sensing more cracks in his rage armor. "You may wonder what we get out of this. Not the people of Hyrule, us. The three goddesses. And the honest answer? Peace, same as them. We're not seeking resources or anything from them. We don't demand tribute. We're not harvesting souls. For that matter? Almost NONE of them even remember we exist anymore! Only some of the oldest individuals, or families, know we exist! The Great Deku Tree, the Zora Royal Family, and Hyrule's Royal Family. Nor would we demand it after Ganon's death. We're content to watch from above, guiding them along the way. We revel in their successes and glories, and share in their sorrows and their pain. Din has already paid for Ganon, multiple lifetimes over. But through you, we can fix this! If you give us a chance!" Farore now actually kneeled before him. "Please!" Din followed suit, and so did Nayru.
The Doom Slayer was still furious at Din. But her sisters arguments were compelling. Plus? He had to admit...even HE wasn't sure he'd have the balls to take on a BFG at point blank range, diving in front of it to save someone else. Even if he didn't know what a BFG did, teleporting in front of a weapon that large was something the Slayer had once thought as needing testicles the size of a BFG ball itself. Yet here was the greenette, living up to her title as the Goddess of Courage, ready to defend her sister from someone who's clearly outclassed them all. He could see it in their eyes, the fear of him, the regret of what they had done, so long ago, the desperation as they were out of options, save to let this cycle repeat itself, again and again. He lowered the BFG, letting it vanish back to his pocket dimension, and gave the slightest of chuckles. "Only a few hours ago Farore, we learned our worlds share a saying. That to err is human..."
"And to forgive is divine," Farore finished the quote, as she raised her head, seeing the Slayer's strange weapon vanishing. She was about to get to her feet, until his hand, gauntlet vanishing as it did so alongside the rest of his armor, reached for her hand, helping her up with surprising strength. Farore couldn't help but have her thoughts linger on the moment, her own hand feeling small and delicate in the grip of the Slayer's own large, rough, calloused hand. And like Nayru, she could sense the aura of the blood on them, hands that had killed more than she thought possible, enough that she should hate him, as her hands were hands of life, while his were hands of death. Yet the feeling of her hand in his was a pleasant one. He then helped up Din and Nayru, both still afraid of him, but exhaling sighs of relief.
"I was once just a tool, used to clean up someone else's mess. Some idiots thought Hell was a power source," he explained to them in a lowered voice. "Refusing to believe that ANY use, no matter what they did to purify Argent Energy, refine it...could lead to corruption of the soul. They found me, during their expeditions, keeping me around as a contingency plan. I was only woken up when all Hell literally broke loose," he kept going. "And then when it was all over? Locked away. That's been my life it seems lately, is to be a contingency plan in a box. I've suffered betrayal after betrayal, had longtime allies seek ONLY to use me for their own ends, even plying gifts upon me for that purpose," he expianed, and Nayru finished where he was headed.
"So you trust nobody. You don't even trust us," she says, and he nods.
"So...forgive a deicide attempt," he tells them, and Nayru steps up to him. "To err is human..." she starts.
The Slayer actually laughs, a short laugh, simple, and a bit rough, but it felt like an honest laugh, as if he hadn't done so in untold amounts of time. "Yeah yeah, and to forgive is divine. Who's human, and who's divine here?" He asks them, and the three goddesses all laugh with him.
"So godesses can err, and humans can forgive," Nayru says in her laughter.
"How's this for mutual forgiveness then?" The Slayer asks. "As long as no spines are broken." The goddesses were about to ask what he meant, only for him to take them all into his arms and hug them, TIGHTLY. His grip was STRONG, and the three of them could tell that he likely would've broken their spines had they been human. They were all thankful that they could still breathe despite his grip, though even that was a bit of a struggle.
"Then to make it mutual," Nayru starts with a smile, wrapping his arms around his chest. Farore then does the same around his stomach, and after a while, Din caves and wraps her arms around his neck. It was a nice feeling, to be in this superhuman's arms, a tight grip only a goddess could withstand. They even laid their heads on his chest, able to hear his heart. Woah, guys' heart must be HUGE, relatively speaking, they all thought, Farore most of all due to her knowledge of biology. And that's just physically. Such a nice feeling. Any bets it's as large spiritually as it is physically?
Even the Slayer was feeling a calm wash over him, having the three goddesses hug him. He could feel it in them, that yes, they were goddesses, but weren't any less fallible than the mortals they made. They could still make mistakes too. But this...this moment was NOT one of them. Three beautiful goddesses hugging him was no mistake. True, he did have to admit one part of him, the Beast within, wanted to get out there, to kill Ganon. But the hug had awakened something he once thought long dead. His human side, the one that wanted more in life than to rip and tear, was waking up, and it was telling him to stay like this for a bit, and enjoy the moment. For a brief moment, from his perspective, he wasn't the Doom Slayer, hugging/being hugged by three goddesses at once. No, he was Blazin' Bill, enjoying a triple hug from the three most beautiful ladies he had ever seen.
