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Note: I hope this chapter doesn't result in flames or too much traumatizing shock. It probably won't, but I just had to put my expectations in... Well, this chapter includes horrible, horrible violence! So for those who do not care for this material, you don't have to read it to follow with the story... Well, actually, you do, I think. It is the final installment in this story, plus it concludes with Link's mental state. Thank you for reading so far...

Demonic, Shall He Become
Chapter 4 - Stood the Devil in His Circle

"COME OUT! COME OUT NOW!" Blood was like Link's new skin. It was plastered to his face, his bared chest, along his arms... Tiny gnats had glued themselves to the feast that the blonde faery had prepared, had constructed. Through his slashing movements, Link plunged his crazed body, blood coated and glittering a dull brown in the last bit of light the sun was crying out before sunset; it's nocturnal grave.
"Please... please, show yourself, please come back to me..." his small voice was broken, was faded. His sobs choked midway through that grand throat, that was now made of paper... Link was returning to the water, he wanted to return to his lover, he knew he must be here. Because after the death of the fake love, Link now heard, singing softly upon the air, a voice that called out to him with pretentious meaning - so soft a voice that he held deep inside him, promising him now he would be able to return once again to his dark half, the someone he loved. The voice, the specter, the predator from his dreams was calling, was calling... was leading, was promising, was seducing for the final time before reunion.
Link lost his footing, he slipped forward, his body cascading beneath the water, it enveloped him like the embrace of Himself... Chips of the dry blood rushed off his body, the water prying them away as Link swam forward, designating his final power to his destination: the ambrosia he had always been looking and living for, he was convinced. Though water may be the savior of life, giving and replenishing, it yet takes life too. Water seep quickly into Link's lungs as his desperation and carelessness summoned it into his mouth. Convulsion as his body twisted and flailed, forgetting about the surface where air would be, there was no use: his mind was drowned and the poison that lurked there only thought of Him... Yet as he felt himself sinking, the bottom of the lake screaming out for him, for his body, his life, darkness creeping around upward to claim him like worms and snakes, Link remembered Sheik's betrayal, the sacrifice Link then committed... These images sunk their fangs into his thoughts as his control went motionless... Was this what he was really running from or to?

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Sheik seemed to grow over me. His touch is like a mother's... too much of a mother... Something isn't right.
Sheik had taken off his mask, his clothing, and I had experienced a sense of disappointment. There had been nothing special.. True, he had the aura of an angel's, his movements graced by a certain eye of God. His boyish face had tinted the color of shells... pink and fragile, as I had touched his shoulders, nude. The paling light of outside was leaking through cracks of the closed windows... an iridescent glow ignited on his skin, and I thought of fireflies... and how strange it was to be with him. Was this truly the Kisser from my dreams? I was stilled and into thinking, not ready to believe my words...
He leaned forward and, as though he were a virgin and trying, he brushed his strawberry lips against mine, and I shuddered. The movement had been awkward, purely false to me... and I knew this wasn't Him. This was a liar. A pathetic liar.
And I became enraged.
I had grabbed his face and sunk my teeth into his fruit-like tongue, he had no chance to scream but his whole being jerked and rammed against mine and away, a petty kite on a string that the storming winds had control over... I disconnected the kiss, blood frothed from his mouth in a waterfall over his neck and chest, and of course, having his blood on me also just infuriated me more. I slapped him, I hit him, I didn't stop until his face was bruising and blotting like blue violet ink.
"You liar! You liar, you liar, you liar!! How dare you!" Tears began streaming down my face, feeling like acid penetrating deep within the pores and into me, eating away reason.
Oh, how he tried to deflect my blows, his hands, his long fingers trying to shade his face, but I was too mighty from my rage, blood just seemed to splatter upon his fingers and nails... and I can't begin to imagine his terror. I just knew he had it. I knew what he was experiencing. And I loved it. He deserved to swallow and taste this burning calamity he had caused me.
Then the idea came upon me... Why don't I deflower this young angel forever? I can break him in two. I cannot destroy and repay for what he has done to me. I ripped off my bottom tunic as well as I could, tearing but the waist area. I didn't bother to turn Sheik on his back.. I just forced myself into his opening, feeling excruciating tightness - this young virgin, dark eyed and innocent, demolishing the palace of his mind and the garden of his purity... I lunged back and forth, forceful movements but with a sickening beat that was perfectly rhythmic. I began to notice how much blood had been spilled on me and him... the smell of it was beginning to take its toll and excreted a violent stench of coal.
Then I noticed his eyes, staring back up at me. By now, Sheik had given up any defense, his soul was burned out and the pupils of his eyes were small and glossy... the lids half shut... just staring, piercing me, dubbing me the title of a demon, a Demonic Lord. I couldn't take those eyes, I couldn't stand them... I felt memories begin to lightly try and embrace me, to welcome me home... so I placed my hand upon his face and pressed hard, the bottom of my palm at his mouth and over his nose, my fingers shielding his eyes as I looked away... feeling those acidic tears once again. I just kept going, ramming him as his body was being played with, as though it were nothing but a cloth doll...
I had ended up killing him... my hand had suffocated him, taken away his last breath. I intended to do it. Kill him. After the explosion of seed that had escaped from my body and had buried itself within him, he was already dead. I didn't look at him after that, I didn't feel anything, only an emptiness, a hollow. But within me, I finally heard the cry of my lover, he was calling me... I had proved myself finally worthy to him... I would be with my other half finally!!
"Where must I go?" I cried aloud, my voice tinged with a black and deep anointed sound... I didn't recognize it.
"You know where...." the whisper hissed inside me...

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And now Link's unconscious body sunk to the fatal bottom of Lake Hylia, the same water grave where his mother had committed suicide after handing Link over the the Great Deku Tree, many years ago... Strange how fate seems to intertwine many. No color can be seen here, only the shade of gray, even Link, whose body was being grazed by water sprites; the fish...


"Goodnight, sweet prince. May flights of devils sing thee to thy rest..."**


Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.


The end.


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** This was a line from Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice, it was changed by Mrs. Rice with the word "devils", when originally, it is a line from Shakespeare's Hamlet, where "devils" is replaced with "angels".