Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Zelda.

Author Notes: This is an omake based on the fic "Dimensional Links" by ChangelingRin. It is based on an old tumblr ask from their account asking "what would happen if Oni went to the adventures of the other Links". The answer was basically "Oni would slaughter all the villains". I decided to expand on that.

I tried to base this on Dimensional Links as much as possible. "Bonus" segments are those not included in the original ask. And before anyone asks, I did receive permission to write this.

Please, enjoy.


Skyward Sword – Vs. The Imprisoned

The hulking beast – less of a monster but more of a being, little more than a mass formed of dark magic, following directions from a will and reason long since forgotten and discarded – no, not discarded but rather sealed for the forgotten god knew this miasma down to his bones, its sense imprinted in his soul.

Demise.

This land was peaceful. Abandoned. Reclaimed by nature and the gods, the only souls were the descendants of those that were left behind, and those that lingered. There were hardly any marks from back when he walked here last, of the war and the treachery – only the divine.

Both good and evil, for this was most certainly the incarnation of all evils in the world, trying to breach a gate that should never be breached.

He would not allow it.

He drew his sword – a different one from what he wielded last, but no less mighty. This one, the great helix half as bright as the moon, half the deep green of the ocean, both resting unto nothing, was proof of what he had achieved and what he had become. It was beautiful in its simplicity, for no artist could hope to truly capture what it represented.

With a flash, the man was across the clearing, sword angled to go through the beast's scales, only to be blocked as if there was some kind of force pushing him back. There probably was, and now he could see the miasma seeping through the thin wound. No matter. Shadow was always repelled by the dark.

He pushed all his power into the blade, and it shone like the sun. The monster's limb came off.

Its scream made his very bones tremble by the sheer force.

No matter.

Oni slowly walked to the beast's head. There, almost innocently, sat the ancient seal that had reduced it to this state. With precise movements, he placed the tip if his sword to its center. His movement decided, he raised his sword again.

The seal was shaped like a nail, after all.

Let's see how deep he could hammer it.


Bonus: Skyward Sword – Vs. Ghirahim

He knew that creature. Flaunting, taunting, boasting, always focused on its own perfection and the blood of its enemies. A demon. A Lord. A sword. His sword.

The mere sight of it made his blood boil.

But- it recognized him. And that quick widening of the eyes betrayed his shock and fear before resuming to normal.

It was going on and on about how he would die today much like he did before. What a joke. As if it would take so little to take him down. The sword was annoying, sure, but it could not block the light of his newfound divinity.

Nor his rage.

The demon attempted to grab his blade in his hand; any lesser man would have found himself disarmed, perhaps even literally if the demon was feeling particularly eager that day.

The man just pressed down harder. Poured his everything into the blow.

The demon's thumb tore from his hand. It quickly withdrew its arm in shock and outrage.

"You-You tore my finger! You uncouth heathen! You ruined my perfect form-"

The man briefly considered licking his lips, seeing how the demon liked a taste of its own poison. To a god of war, fear tasted like the finest wine.

But he was not that kind of god, and more importantly, not that kind of man.

However-

"Relish your limbs while you still have them."

-he could indulge in other things.


Minish Cap – Vs. Vaati

Flying opponents were by a long shot the most annoying. Or they would be.

The bloodied body of Vaati was laying on his feet, his chest torn apart from the force of his blow, blood slowly pooling beneath them as his heartbeat ceased. He only had a minute left, at best. His weak coughs did nothing to expel the blood that was undoubtedly gathering in his lungs.

"Wh-wh"

Crunch.

Without any ceremony, he crushed the wizard's skull under his heel.

The Light Force, as if repulsed by the body and the sight, emerged from within Vaati's body, rushing towards where Zelda was kept. He had to leave swiftly – it would be only moments before she awoke, and he needed to make certain she was in good condition.

He took a look at the mangled corpse on the floor. He could not leave this for the maids to clean. His blood would surely stain the carpet and the marble floors beneath it. He wrapped the carpet around the body and hefted it over his shoulder, the massive weight practically nothing to him.

What a fool. Did he really think that flight would save him from the sword that could cut the moon?


Bonus: Four Swords – Peace

Peace was the greatest gift he could imagine.

Just sitting under the meadow, the soft sunlight dancing through the leaves, the bushes around them hiding fairies, whose flight was so much like dance, the birds calling out to each other, and a soft breeze touched his cheek from somewhere…

Truly, the god of war could not think of a most fitting reward for one such as himself.

For a man who was once mortal, this peace was what made everything worth it.


Ocarina of Time – Vs. Ganondorf

Perhaps the worst part – no, without a doubt the worst part – was how this man looked so much like Demise.

The same mighty build, his hair a fiery mane, his eyes shining like a beast, his skin dark like burned stone, his features heavyset and twisted into something savage…

The ancient curse had come back to haunt them.

If this man, the King of Thieves, Ganondorf Dragmire, was facing anyone else, he would have won. The black steed would have trampled over anyone attempting to catch up with him, and failing that, a man with his might and prowess would have no issue besting anyone the kingdom of Hyrule could throw at him.

He was not one of those men.

A swing of his sword was enough to tear his horse in two. Ganondorf himself narrowly avoided the same fate through a well-timed jump. Despite his heavy armor and large frame, he moved with agility that to most would be enviable – a sure sign of his heritage as a thief.

The man who became akin to a god lived for a long time, and had seen races rise and fall. His feelings towards the Gerudo were… mixed. They were like parasites in a sense, incomplete in another; a species that would surely die out if secluded. They lacked the long ears meant to hear the Goddesses' voices.

They reminded him of that demon.

Perhaps it was unfair of him, to think of living beings, mere mortals, like that; but the dark king before him confirmed his suspicion.

This was the curse that was spoken so long ago. Odd that the lord of demons would keep his promises.

Well then… time to keep his own promises.

One of them would not walk away from this battlefield.

The time for idle thinking had passed. Instead, the man swung his heavy sword towards his adversary.

For a while, the clash of metal was all that could be heard. The wind stood still, the animals hiding, the people quietly watching. You could hear cursing from the battlefield. Grunting. Shouting.

And then, nothing.


Majora's Mask – Vs. Majora

Once upon a time, when he felt so old and at once so, so very young, he found a barren land.

He did not know how he found it. The memory of that journey had faded like a dream; maybe it was a dream, for he could not remember most of it – only one moment stood out with clarity.

The white sand. The blue sky. Not a single cloud. Not a single breeze. Not a single insect crawling beneath. The land was stillness itself – the only thing that moved was himself and his heartbeat. It was a world in which he had no power – how could something so still go to war?

He did find something that could move eventually. But it chose not to. Not without a reason. The beast spoke of challenges. Of devouring. Maybe it devoured so much that it led the world to stillness. Who knew. The beast certainly did not care enough to know.

The man gave it a reason to move. The beast created tremors that raised and hollowed the ground, gusts that made the winds move, sweated so much that it started raining.

The man was no god here. Much less one who dabbled in creation. But that was what he chose to do.

Perhaps the beast was a god. Who knew. After its unwitting task was completed, it fell. The man left. The world was finally moving, but there was nothing for him here.

He knew, deep, deep into his gut, as he stared at the moon whose face was twisted in maliciousness, that this was the very same land he once found.

Perhaps there was something here for him left after all.

Perhaps he should have left this world stand still, along with its moon.

No.

The moon WOULD stand still.

It was high time he lived up to his boast.


Twilight Princess – Vs. Zant

There were many kinds of madness, but few stood out like THAT.

Even the biggest maniacs had some kind of reasoning in their actions. A kind of reasoning that made sense only to them, but one that could be followed. Their actions could be guessed and predicted.

Zant had NO reasoning.

His mind wasn't just running, it was limping, dancing, jumping, backtracking, and not connecting at all, thoughts incoherent and without any kind of flow, the man had almost no sense of his environment, and misinterpreted everything he saw, he saw things that weren't there and responded entirely on impulse. "Dancing by the beat of his own drum" did not even begin to cover his behaviour.

He was, by leagues, the worst kind of enemy you could have. Power was of no issue for the swordsman. Zant had plenty, but the swordsman could overpower anything. No, the issue was how Zant used his power.

Alone as he was trapped in the haphazardly rearranged maze that was the Palace of Twilight, the man allowed himself a moment to fume.

Fighting Zant was an exercise in frustration.

If it was up to the swordsman, he would just blow up the whole place, but… the Sol spheres needed to stay intact…

When he finally caught that madman, a blade in his heart would be the least of his worries.


Four Swords Adventures – Vs. Vaati round 2

The man was fairly certain he had killed that mage. Not that "mage" was an accurate description anymore.

There was nothing humanoid left on Vaati; his body had bloated to sizes unimaginable for the previously tiny Picori, transformed into a demon who retained very little from the person he once was, both in appearance and in mind. A single giant eye was wide with madness as he gazed down at the man, not even a hint of recognition in it.

It went down in the exact same fashion as last time. Fortunately, there was not a carpet to dirty this time around.


A Link to the Past – Vs. Agahnim

One blow. That was all it took. He did not even give the wizard the time to open his mouth. Zelda, still unconscious, fell on the stone altar, but he was fast enough to catch her.

Finding a safe place for her would be easy. Then he would go get the girls.


Bonus: Oracle of Ages – Nayru

She looked just like her.

He had never truly met the Three – they were too much, even for him. They were more like presences that people. Hylia was different; she was always there, she was always among them, next to him, kept him bathed in her light and held his hand when he got to rest.

The woman before him was nothing like either. She was ethereal, in a sense, yet so utterly human. Her fingers danced over her harp with great talent and practiced skill. Her voice was wonderful, filling her audience's ears. She was exceptional, but completely and utterly human.

He could feel the power from her harp. There would surely be a time when that would come to play, and her destiny her find her.

For now, he would simply enjoy her performance.


Bonus: Oracle of Seasons – Din

Women like her were usually seen only among the Gerudo.

She certainly looked like one, tall and lithe, fiery red hair in a long ponytail, skin tanned from countless hours under the sun. However her red eyes and long ears betrayed her as Hylian, and so did her way of dress that was nothing like that of the desert people.

The fiery dancer weaved around to the beat of the drum, barefoot with her golden bracelets clanging against one another. Her movements betrayed great strength and boundless energy, her eyes set ablaze, the air coming from her seemingly hotter than the pyre that illuminated her dance.

The god sat behind the enthralled crowd, wondering what could have been; if this is what the Triforce of Power was meant to be instead of what it actually became.

He was certain that she would not be at peace for forever. But for now, he would simply enjoy the festival.


Link's Awakening – Vs. the Windfish

This was a nightmare of the worst kind.

The god of war fought against evil. He swore to fight against evil. He was created to fight against Evil. His enemies were supposed to be EVIL.

Not this.

Not whatever the hell this was.

For the first time in a long time, his strikes faltered.

But he was still a god. Still a soldier. Still a god. A light tremble did nothing to dull the sharpness of his sword.

Dreams were always meant to end.

Even if he did not want to wake up.


The Legend of Zelda – Vs. Ganon

It was funny and sad at once, what the once great king of the Gerudo had been reduced into. Little more than a hulking beast, resembling a pig, massive and fat, full of greed, everything in its being twisted in rage and malice and nothing else.

Not a single shred of humanity remained in it, much less the divine – because he was indeed a god, though an evil one. No, this was just a beast. Regardless of the magic it still wielded, in spite of the mighty weapon in its hand and its countless followers…

This was just a beast.

He knew how to slay beasts.


Bonus: Wind Waker – Family

Family was something he rarelynever had. He was alone. Aside from Hylia's love, he had always been alone, betrayed by everyone.

Her embrace was light, and warmth, and love, and acceptance. Her embrace was life itself, and the young (or maybe not so young now) god always felt at peace in her arms.

But as he watched a little girl waving at the seagulls as she followed the warm scent coming from a small house…

He felt something else tingle in his chest. Something maybe a little sad. Maybe a little warm.

Deep inside, he wondered… what would it be like?


Spirit Tracks – Vs. Malladus

Just as they were done with one evil, another one appeared.

Granted, for a time it was almost refreshing. While fighting the remnants of his curse never failed to fill him with rage, it had grown almost… boring.

This however, it was different.

He pushed his body with all his powers, keeping pace with the demonic machines, nowhere near as restricted as them, chained down by their bulk and rails. He dodged the light beams – so much more powerful than a beamos – with a roll without breaking stride, even a flip at one point because why not.

He sliced through the air and the light from his sword ripped the machines apart, but there were more; there was always more to replace what was lost.

Running like this, through the lush grasslands and under the clear sky, it was almost too beautiful a day for a battle like this, but he found that refreshing. In the heat of the run and the fight, he was almost happy.

Was.

He was not happy now.

Not with Zelda's vacant eyes looking back at him.

Not with that demon looking behind HER eyes.

He raised his sword to the sky, and prayed that in this distant land, his goddess would hear him.

She would be free.


Bonus: Breath of the Wild – Vs. Calamity Ganon

This land was sick.

The darkness invaded his senses, it burned his eyes, he could taste it through his nose in the back of his throad, it made his ears buzz and it was sticking to his skin like muck.

For the first time in maybe eons, he collapsed on his knees, violent coughs shaking his body, as it desperately tried to find a way to empty the nonexistent content of his stomach.

The spirit at the hill was staring at him concerned, and in a corner of his mind the god marveled at how it had not been corrupted by the darkness around it, hidden in every blade of grass, every droplet of moisture in the air, under every rock and even in the sky itself.

"Well well… It's hardly my place to speak, but are you alright, young man? I haven't seen a reaction like yours since that time those poor soldiers fell into a pool of malice. Are you sure you did not accidentally swallow some?"

The ghost.

The god looked down at what his stomach emptied.

It was a liquid so unearthly he could not even call it that, black muck with a crimson light coming from within, infecting the very earth underneath it. Poisoning it.

"This land is sick" he offered, as a way of explanation.

The ghost did not ask him to elaborate. He simply nodded. In his eyes, the god could see the conflicts that the old ghost once saw. It had all the answers he needed.

So this was what Demise's curse had mutated into. Disease and poison.

"Very well… I will end it."

"Can you?"

He would be incredibly offended at the ghost for questioning the god of war if not for the incredible sadness in his voice. If not for the horrors his ears had heard and his eyes had witnessed.

Instead, he answered.

"I started it."

He took off.


Author notes: Well, that took a while. Several months more than I inteded to, at any rate. At least I think it was before the most recent update of Dimensional Links? I think. I haven't checked dates tbh.

At first I wanted to turn the fic into an M-rated gorefest, but I ended up writing something more vague and poetic, and I'm happy with that. I deliberately do not mention Oni's name.

For those who read this fic out of context... read Dimensional Links if you haven't already.

I admittedly inserted a few headcanons on my own here. For example, BotW is the first Zelda game to show Gerudo with long ears (they have human ones in all the others), so I figured it was a sign that they were not blessed by Hylia. Throw in their species traits and physical appearance... I hope you catch my drift. The Majora's Mask section is based on the final scene of the manga. Yeah, that made about as much sense as the fan theories on the game.

I realized that I failed to include Shadow Link but oh well. I've done that once, not in the mood to do it again.

In case any of you actually know me as an author and wonder what happened to my fic... You guys should really be used to my updating schedule by now. No point in excuses. Unfortunately, chapter 11 is nowhere near as far along as I hoped, but it's coming. I made a commitment, damnit. Who knows, this fic here may reignite my spark.

I hope you enjoyed! Especially you, ChangelingRin!