Amanda: I actually received the idea from Ghirahim's ability to change his form; I figured it wasn't too much of a leap. Thanks for reviewing by the way!

Hi guys! I'm putting this one up earlier than normal because I'm going on vacation and won't be able to get to it later! Ummmm. That's it really. Have fun reading this.

Chapter 3

A light breeze fluttered across the Sealed Grounds, causing Ghirahim's cape to fan out as he appeared within the innermost spiral. The voice that was calling to him in his head was stronger and carried a strong tone of impatience. He flipped his hair out of the way only for it to fall back in its place again as he started towards the black symbol on the ground. He stopped about a foot away from the spike protruding on the ground, knelt and placed a hand upon the dark marking. An immediate and loud response sounded in his head, causing the demon to grit his teeth.

"GHIRAHIM! Quit playing around with whatever soul has fallen into your hands and turn your attention back to reviving me!"

"Master, if I might be so bold, but I believe that tormenting this particular individual may be just as important as reviving you."

"WHAT?!"

The demon lord felt a jolt of pain pass through him but continued on "Master, listen to me, I ask of you. This human I currently have in my possession is a child that is so very pure; he might even have become the Chosen Hero with time. However, as you and I both know from past experiences the most wholesome thing's mirror image is that of corruption."

"Are you proposing what I think you are, slave?"

"I do believe this child can be used as a weapon Milord. He just needs to be broken for his other more glorious potential to come through to the surface." Here Ghirahim sliced his hand, the same one as before ironically, and placed it on the dark insignia. "Master, I will give you energy but I plead with you to consider this possibility and perhaps, stay hidden down here as to not alert the goddess of your true strength."

The link between the two minds was silent for a while but was suddenly shattered by Demise's answer "Do it. However, be warned that if you fail I will be most vexed with you."

Ghirahim smiled from his kneeling position and couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation of the torture he would bestow the sky-child. He emitted a dark chuckle "Thank you, Master." He stayed in his kneeling position letting his blood darken the already dark symbol until it had darkened every swirl. The marking burned a dark red color for an instant before returning to its original black color. His job done and his plan approved of; the demon stood up and swayed a bit with weakness gained from blood-loss. After healing and regaining his balance, he bowed deeply from the waist to the spike in the ground. Spinning around he sauntered off some distance, then clicked his fingers and disappeared.

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Link closed his eyes against the pain in his in his arm which had spread up to his shoulder and down to his elbow. Although it hurt he remembered that the demon's healing power had caused him an almost unbearable agony which he didn't want to experience again anytime soon. Speaking of the demon… He glanced down at the dagger, studying it. Bending his head down he tried to grab it with his teeth but met with no success. He let a quiet growl of frustration come from his throat before he tried again but this time seeing if he couldn't use his tongue to move it to where he could use his teeth to pull it out. If he succeeded he could maybe use the dagger to cut off the bonds holding his shoulders, and then the rest of his restraints. He had to hurry though, who knew when Ghirahim was going to come back. He attempted for the handle again, wishing for an instant that he had his captor's long tongue. After a while of trying he laid his head back against the board and closed his eyes "Goddess help me." He stayed in that position until an intuition to try again came to his mind. Wearily he opened his eyes to look at the dagger's hilt. Sighing he leaned forward again and stretched his tongue out, his eyes widened when he felt it touch the cold metal. Fighting down the urge to shout with joy, he continued on, now certain that he could get it. He could escape. He put all of his focus on grabbing that handle, not caring about the pain that came with moving the dagger.

"And what would you happen to be doing Sky-child?"

Jerking his head up Link saw the demon standing behind him, his arms crossed on top of the board with his chin resting on top of them and his dark brown eyes staring at the child.

Trailing his fingers along the back of the board and then letting his arm drop; Ghirahim made his way to stand in front of the hero. He reached out and touched his fingers to the dagger's hilt and then brought his hand back, rubbing his fingers together. "Wet, you know child I don't really appreciate you putting your spit on my dagger." He smiled "However, there is a way for you to make up to me. You see, I just spent a lot of my energy and I am in dire need to regain some of it back." Leaning forward he licked up the dried up blood that surrounded the blade, causing the bleeding to start again. "Hmmm. I don't think that this will be enough." He wrapped his fingers around the knife's hilt "I think I'll take this back now, you didn't do as spectacular a job in taking care of it as I had hoped anyways." So saying he yanked the blade out, earning him a pained sound from Link. Then he opened his hand and it disappeared into diamonds.

Link was somewhat relieved that the blade was out of his arm but he was still shuddering from the pain of it being torn out of his arm. His arm currently felt like it was on fire but he hoped that the demon would NOT heal him. He kept his blue eyes fixated on Ghirahim, unsure of what the flamboyant man would do and not liking the way the demon was staring at his bleeding arm. He let out a yell full of pain and disgust when the man clamped his mouth on the wound. Link grit his teeth as he felt both the demon's tongue lash against his wound, causing it to open more, and his blood being sucked from his body.

"Hmmmm" Ghirahim hummed as he sucked the boy's precious blood, feeling what he had lost slowly return to him. Finally he disengaged from Link's cut. He smiled at the hero whose head had slumped forward from exhaustion. "Oh dear, it seems I may have took a little too much." He pushed his captive's head back up against the wood, looking into blue eyes that were glazed from pain and blood loss. "It wouldn't be very good of me to let you bleed to death. So…"

Hearing Ghirahim utter the word he used earlier before healing him, Link's eyes had a small bit of clarity return to them. "N-No." he whispered, pleading.

Pretending he didn't hear, the demon clasped his hand over the boy's shoulder and summoned the little black healing diamonds. He chuckled darkly at the boy's agonized scream, loving every minute of the sound. He took back his hand once the shoulder had completely mended. Leaning over the dazed hero, he turned his head until his lips barely brushed the boy's ear, whispering he said "If you hadn't of come you wouldn't have to go through all this." And then he left. Link lay there in a haze eventually falling into the sleep of the fatigued.

Trying to write Demise/Imprisoned dialogue was hard for me and I hope I did at least an okay job of it. Remember to review, even if you just say "hi" I will love it. Thanks!