If there's a Hell, I'm going there for sure...the weak of heart might not want to read this chapter...
The sentry fell to the side, blood slowly oozing from her heart. The sword was pulled from out of her. She had had no time even for a whimper, and never saw the avenging angel behind her.
Link was moving through a dream world now. He was watching his actions as if from a great distance, thinking that it might be some strange illusion. "And so shall perish...all enemies of the light..." his lips said, without any direct connection with his mind.
It was a massacre...he strode through the halls of the fortress, looking for anyone, anything...his bloodlust seemed to emanate from every surface of his body. He could not, would not, stop himself. Blood and gore slid from his sword, covered him.
The Gerudo could not fight him back. Their brittle scimitars were casually taken and snapped, as he broke their hands. Link started to delight in their screaming for mercy, as he took them to the height of pain before ending their miserable lives.
Then he came to a door. A simple job which seemed specifically designed to keep someone out. Strangely, the guards had fought with a fury unmatched to stop him from reaching here. All were dead, of course.
He forced his way into the room, and paused as several small faces looked up at him. Children, small girls...staring up at him, confused about this man who had stormed in with blood on his weapon.
He stopped, confused, shaking his head as if to clear it. He opened his mouth, but then...the darkness overtook him once more, the rage...that awful rage...he welcomed it, he smiled as it came, and as it sent him away.
He didn't even hear the screams, see the panic and terror, feel the blood... After all, wasn't it all a dream?