After thought and finally being inspired, I'm presenting to you chapter two where we take you to a little turning point to quicken the pace of the story. I hope you enjoy reading once again and you do know how much authors like their "read and reviews" so please make sure to do that. I'll return the favor. So, without further rambling, I present the second chapter of the installment.

Disclaimer: Nintendo legally owns The Legend of Zelda.

Demonic, Shall He Become
Chapter 2 - The Passion of Death

I'm here again. The same dream. The same place, but where's the same feeling? Link's thoughts ran lightly as his first words for the dream broke free from his mind and sloshed around in his head like something thick and unable to process. His body was a once sleeping heap of hot flesh, his chest bare from the absence of his shirt but he still maintained his leather pants, which were growing uncomfortable from the tight pulsation they now left in his thighs. Where he lay was what seemed a dungeon; darkness was the consumption and any welcoming light, which crept under the cracks of the door which was a good ten feet away, was craved hungrily to show presence in the lonely room. It was dry atleast and Link rolled off the pathetic little bed which consisted of a pile of hay and rug, and no doubt infested with parasitic insects. There was nothing he felt he could do but just stand there. And wait. For what was coming was what he was secretly, and almost guiltily, hoping for. When he had the last dream, all of this had happened before. And shortly after He had come. Walking right through the door, his silhouette a mirror of what Link knew as himself. Him bringing the atmosphere of somewhere far away from what lie now. The drug that erased the consciousness of wanting reason and peace. With this new Him, Link gave in to forgetting all about Hyrule, memories, and duty. He was overwhelmed with forgetting about his princess.
This dark reflection is all I want, all I want to know, carnal became his desire, as his darker twin caught him, offguard and willing, into his arms in an embrace that sent Link's mind into a dull whir. Link could feel His hands cupping around his face, the hot breath on his lips, the horrible yet delicious hesitation, the uttered words, "I promise you eternity without love ever again if you give in." There was nothing after that, just a stillness, a fracture to Link's longing of the awaited kiss.
"I don't care!" came Link's shuddered reply. And yes! Those lips, sweet with poisonous words that could only be communicated through His subtle sign language. And the massage of His tongue in his mouth and yes, feeling the falter in his own being. The desire to submit! Electricity was the closest Link could now come to describing the feeling of His hands now running up his back, Link tearing his mouth away and throwing back his head to cry and fall to his knees, knowing there was no way out now as His laughter descended quietly and piteously as he knelt down again and kissed Link's neck, the hint of tongue like hot fruit on the skin and another hand draping Link's stomach as it shivered from the aftermath of tears and reaction.
"Wake now, Hero!"
Link was torn from his dream, and thrown back into reality as he snapped as quickly as possible to attention. His surroundings were of the fields of Hyrule, daylight was cracking over the horizon like the spilling of wine from its goblet, just leaking over the landscape. His head began its neutral throb as he quickly came to remember of what had happened last. Epona frightened... kicking him in the head... he had been bleeding... he must have passed out while trying to get back to the castle.... He cursed himself silently. He was in no position to fight if that was the need for whoever had awakened him. His vision was blotted and hazy as he tried to clear his accuracy. Oh Goddesses! What the hell am I to do? He spun around, the moist dewed grass a slick underfoot as Link groped for his sword and yanked it out, it feeling a little heavier than usual. He met his foe, a man. His stance was a warning that he was on guard but not exactly about to attack. Link looked over him: Some kind of Sheikahn clothing; skin tight blue outfit, with white symbols painted sparingly along it. And a white hood draped along his shoulders like an animal and along the majority of his face, only hinting a glimpse of one red eye, intensely focused, and his pale blonde hair, which hung midway along the side of his hidden cheek. This was an ancient race warrior, Link thought. He gripped his sword tighter, hoping he really wouldn't have to fight him. He wasn't in a state to do so right now.
"I do not wish to fight you now," the Sheikah said. Surprisingly his voice was young, almost subtly feminine and very smooth and warm as brandy. Link relieved, dropped his sword and felt all his built up anxiety drop off him like a heavy blanket, but his tensed body spasmed from the lack of real rest or nourishment from his loss of blood.
"I see you're in no earthly state to fight me anyway," he said again, his eye darting from down to up, looking over the weary Link. His arms crossed against his chest as he chuckled and stepped forward, dangerously close.
"You can address me as Sheik, I won't take any other name than that," he whispered, his voice very low Link had to take effort to pick it up.
"Fair is fair," Link replied. "My name is Link. I will answer to no other name as well."
"Feh," Sheik spat. "I see you're 'Hero of Time' though, or is that more of a title you don't want to wear?" Link stepped back nervously. Then a flush of anger grew on him.
"What nerve do you have anyway?" Link recoiled. Sheik gave no answer. Link didn't feel the need to sit in the silence. He picked up his sword, turned his back on Sheik without another word and managed to walk the rest of the way back to the castle by his willpower alone.

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"The castle is under attack Link!" Zelda's shrieks brought a wave of nausea and hysteria. "Do something, please! It's Gannondorf, he's back! Please do something!" Her tears and her body crashing against Link's heightened Link's anger. He could feel her fingers digging in his chest through his shirt. Her body shuddering and quaking with fear. All he could was stand there momentarily as her pleas became a terrified scream as she say there was no reaction coming from him.
"Link! What are you doing??!" she was yanking now at the sleeves of his shirt and trying to drag him into the Town Courtyard where a wave of screams and raw fear seemed to carry itself on the backs of demonic wings that poisoned ears to whoever could hear them. Death was that syringe sound, piercing hearts and ears and souls down to their instinctual thoughts.
"We can't just stay here! Come on! You have to do something!" Zelda was begging on her knees now, her crumpled figure crying a shallow empty sound as her words pleaded with Link who kept his stare ahead, concentrating on the sound of those cries that were being slaughtered. He was expected to do something about it. He always was. So therefore, was he the one responsible for those deaths? Was he the real one that could hold the power of decision on who lived or not simply by refusing to save the town?
"LINK PLEASE!!!" Zelda threw herself against Link now, causing both of them to tumble to the ground, dust billowing up into the air, catching the voices of the mass. A rage filled Link as he was now convinced he did have that power and he was sick of choosing the path of saving those who meant nothing to him, who did nothing for him but constantly put him in danger! He was expected to save their meaningless lives?? No. Not this time.
"Link, you're supposed to protect me!" Zelda gave her final cry as she wrapped her arms around her prince and prayed that he would hear her and answer.
"Save you!! Save you!?!" he rose up throwing Zelda off of him with as much force as he could register. Her delicate frame flew effortlessly away from him, but crashing in a mess onto the ground again. Her pale arms bloodied now from the cuts and scrapes enforced from the throw. Her face lifting up to look at Link red and swollen, dirt and tears staining her cheeks and a grasping of fear that enveloped her whole as she realized that the worst had come to Link.
"Princess!" Link growled, unsheathing his sword and raising it above his head, the arch of his back, the stature of his arms grasping and holding that sword as if it were one part of him, and the spring about to be set loose from the position, to slice forth and deal the final blow to Zelda; a lamb, the prey.
"I set myself free from you!!" his scream rang in her head as she attempted her flee from the oncoming sword. She stumbled back and got to her feet as she heard the clang of metal against the thud of earth roar from behind her. She was running, running out of breath, of time... and the sound of Link's footsteps following her right into the Town Center where Gannondorf was wreaking his own havoc. But her blind fear lead her into what she saw as the lesser danger, the most that hurt least. Something she understood, whereas the serpent following her, she knew nothing about.

To be continued.