It's late I know and I'm sorry but here it is.

ShadowLyrics1: I'm glad you like the story so far. As for Link…well you'll see.

Chapter 4

Deep chestnut eyes gazed at the still sleeping hero, pondering the best way to break him. Inducing physical pain upon this boy, though undeniably enjoyable, would not be enough. No, the skychild would need something more… Perhaps some mental scarring would be required. Ghirahim's dark mind immediately went to his favorite way to induce it and what he had done so many times in the past to various souls, male and female. He chuckled inwardly, then shook his head; as pleasurable as that would be, it would not work. At least, not if he wanted Link to be something more than a mindless puppet, and the demon had no doubt that doing that to the child would shatter his fragile mind. However, if nothing else worked… The man glanced down the length of Link's body and licked his lips, half hoping that the other attempts would fail. For now though, he would have to learn more about the skychild's fears, and hopes in an endeavor to use them against the hero.

Link woke up to find the demon sitting on his ornate chair and gazing at him. The hero shifted uncomfortably, both from the man's stare and from staying in the same position for hours. Hazel eyes continued to watch him.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Link, Ghirahim spoke "You know, I don't believe we ever finished our conversation from earlier." He snapped his fingers and once again, black daggers danced in a circle around the red and black chair. "Now…let's see we've established that you are known as Link RedWing….and that seems to be it, actually. A pitiful amount of information, if you ask me." The demon eye's intensified into a glare "Remember child, I ASK the questions and you ANSWER them. NOT vice versa."

"Nothing about Zelda, and nothing about Skyloft." The hero mentally reminded himself of what he resolved earlier, keeping his blue eyes transfixed on his captor.

"I assume from the uniform that you at least passed that silly little ceremony. However, did anybody else?"

Link hesitated, did that count as vital information? Seniors did eventually become Knights and in case of emergencies they could be used as extra manpower. Deciding, he kept his mouth shut in a determined line."

"Oh my, do you really need THAT long to think about it? I must've presumed wrong about your uniform then. Did no one teach you up there that thievery is frowned upon?"

Link snarled but still gave no answer.

"Hmmmm." The demon snapped his fingers and a dagger thunked into the wood between the hero's knees. "I'm feeling generous so you get one last warning, next time it will hit a little to the right." He drew an imaginary line with his finger and ended it with it pointing at Link's left leg.

The only response the blonde gave was intensifying his glare.

A smile lit up Ghirahim's face when he heard the boy's cry of pain as the blade slammed into his leg just above the knee. "Oh dear, it appears my aim was a bit off. Oh well, I suppose it doesn't matter. Now, about that uniform, skychild, did anyone else pass the ceremony this year?"

Dizzy from the pain, Link took a deep quavering breath but kept silent. Until another knife penetrated his right leg, he couldn't help as another yell escaped his throat. He struggled with his consciousness which was telling him that it wouldn't matter if he told. It wasn't like the demon was going to slaughter everyone on Skyloft, he just wanted to know who had made it to senior class. Not that big of a matter. No one besides himself had won the Wing Ceremony.

"Thank you, Skychild, I knew you'd come around eventually."

Wait…Link raised his head up to gaze at the demon. No. He hadn't been talking out loud, had he? No, he couldn't have, he didn't remember speaking those words out loud. Did Ghirahim invade his mind? If that was the case why question him, then? Blood trickled down both legs, making it hard to think.

"The only one this year, hmmmm? That must have made you feel proud, proud enough to make you mistakenly believe that you could rescue the goddess-child on your own at any rate." Ghirahim stated, idly looking at his fingertips.

The blonde had to clamp his mouth shut before he could retort that he had been called to this task and even if he hadn't he would still have gone to save Zelda.

Noticing the hero's mouth moving Ghirahim smiled "What's this? It appears you have something to say, child."

Link shook his head and watched, while his mind continued to mull over how the demon had gotten the earlier question's answer out of him.

"No? Well, no matter. Now about the goddess, you obviously knew her before the tornado incident. The question is, how well?"

Half-truths were going to be his best bet, Link decided. The demon clearly wanted answers but it didn't mean that Link had to give one hundred percent correct answers. Normally he'd stay silent but he didn't want this answer somehow dragged out. "A fellow student."

A corner of the pale lips twitched upwards "Oh really?" The man put a hand to his chest "Perhaps I should make something clear. I expect your answers to be honest. Perchance you didn't catch this earlier but; I'm a demon, not only that but a prestigious Demon Lord, and the thing about us is that we are masters of deception. And…" he snapped his fingers, disappearing from his chair and reappearing with his face in front of the blonde's "you clearly are trying to feed me misinformation." A feral smile, and gloved hands grabbed the knives and pulled them upwards, slicing through the flesh and tearing a scream from Link's throat. Ghirahim leaned forward to the hero's ear and whispered "And we're not even through yet."

I know it's short I just think this is a good place to stop…because as much as I love writing torture I don't think I want to write THAT much. You guys have imaginations, use those for now. Anyways remember to review. THANKS!