Mysticalgems: Gee look at all the compliments. *blushes* I don't know what else to say except for THANKS!

ShadowLyrics1: Ah yes mothers can be scary like that. I remember doing that to our computer all the time.

Guest1: Yes and no. Link (in my view) would never have those type of feelings for Ghirahim. While Ghirahim is a demon and does whatever he wants most the time including…er satisfying specific urges…Am I being clear or confusing? As for happy endings…wait and see.

Guest2: Ghirahim's last method for breaking Link is…well, to put it bluntly to rape him. He's giving the hero three chances until it happens (belt, pants, underwear…bang).

Rhia Winfree: I'm still deciding on whether he should or not. Your support means a lot.

Ok so this will not be changed to an M, I was just curious because I've seen other people's stories like this that are rated M and I didn't know if I should change this or not.

Chapter 9

Chestnut eyes gazed down at the weapon; it wasn't as beautiful as a blade but then again, what could match the magnificence of a blade? His gloved hand wrapped around and coiled the black and red leather; fastening it to his belt. He hummed as he walked towards the room where the skychild was restrained. The door to the chamber flung open a few seconds before he reached it; when he entered blue eyes were fixated on him which then traveled down to the whip on his sash. When the boy met his gaze again the demon spoke "I do believe you owe me some of your blood." He made his way towards the boy and ran his hand along the back of the hero's shoulders and down the spine, enjoying the way the blonde's skin quivered under his touch. Stepping back he untied the whip and snapped it out to the side, laughing at his captive's reaction.

Link jumped and then scowled at the demon over his shoulder, trying not to show any fear. He kept his eyes locked on Ghirahim who was flexing the hand holding the whip. He narrowed his eyes when the pale man looked back into his and smiled. However, his eyes enlarged suddenly as the leather made sharp contact with the skin above his hips. He cut off any sound though, determined not to make any.

A corner of the demon's lips traveled upwards and he let go of a chuckle "Stubborn are we? No matter, by the end you will have satisfied my desire for your beautiful pain-filled screams." He tilted his head to the side "Oh, and may I suggest you turn your head, I wouldn't want to accidently make a mark on your face." When Link didn't make any move the man shrugged "Suit yourself, hero."

CRACK!

Link's body stiffened and relaxed; he let go of a heavy pained breath. He was about to make eye contact with the demon again when fire shot across his back as the whip flew another time. Fine, he'd face away from the psycho but he would make no sou… His body tensed and he hissed inwardly when the leather seared into his back again.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Each time the boy jerked the demon smiled. He sent the leather upwards parallel to the spine twice more before he coiled the whip and stepped towards his captive. He rested his hands on the blonde's shoulders and flicked his tongue out; lapping up blood until the back was cleaned of the red liquid. Moving back, he began to fling the lash once more.

CRACK-CRACK! CRACK-CRACK!

The pain that came with the whip began to intensify and each time it became harder to keep from screaming. Link began to breathe in time with the whip, inhaling sharply when it struck and exhaling deeply when it left. The snapping began to sound to him like a human heart beating and he couldn't help but wonder if it was his own. A particularly harsh strike caused him to let out a small scream before he clamped his mouth shut.

Smiling and increasing the power of his strikes, Ghirahim crooned "That's it skychild, scream for me."

Arching his back away, Link struggled to remain silent as the lashes tore deeper into his skin. He glanced over his shoulder to see how bad the damage was but the blood running down his skin obscured it. A ragged scream tore from his throat against his will when the leather struck the same part twice.

CRACK-CRACK! CRACK-CRACK! CRACK-CRACK!

He could hear the demon's laughter at his screams that now came with every blow, but he couldn't stop his cries of pain anymore.

"Poor Skychild, sent out on a task he wasn't suited for by people who didn't believe in him. Now punished for his efforts to save the spirit-maiden, a woman who made him believe she loved him only to be tossed aside. Scream Link; scream out your unmitigated hate for the goddess." Ghirahim purred as he struck with more force; smiling when he was answered with a very loud and long scream.

Time began to have no meaning; the only thing keeping it was the rhythm of the lashes across his back. The hero's head slumped forward; too tired now to scream and only jumping slightly at the whip though the stings burned as fierce as ever. Through the fog of pain he could hear a voice talking to him and with desperation he focused and held onto it; letting it carry him.

She never loved you. Never. She only used you. Used you. You failed. Failed. It hurts doesn't it? Doesn't it?

Link had to concede that yes it did hurt.

Come with me Link, I can make the ache of your failure and her betrayal fall away.

In his mind's eye, Link saw a pale hand extended toward him in a gesture of the willingness to help. He brought his hand up but hesitated…something was wrong.

Come, we are bound together by Fate's thread itself. Allow yourself to escape from the pain her Grace shackles to you.

Will the pain really go away? Link asked the hand's owner, wishing it to be true.

…Eventually.

Link was about to grasp the waiting hand but again was stopped by the feeling of wrongness that was still there. "I can't" he told the voice.

…No, I suppose not. Not yet, anyways.

Tossing the whip aside Ghirahim stepped in front of the hero; taking in the weary and tear stained face. Reaching down he disintegrated the shackles around the boy's feet and then did the same with the ones around the hero's wrists. He caught the spent human and settled him down in a sitting position on the floor. Ghirahim smirked as his dark eyes caught sight of a slight change on the boy's marking. The middle triangle was no longer the color of the hero's skin but a light gray. Composing his face he lifted his captive's chin "I need to heal you, it might hurt, but I promise that it will be less painful than what Zelda has already done." So saying he rested his palms against Link's back and summoned the black diamonds, the resulting pained sound from the hero was less a scream than it was a yell. The demon let out a satisfied hum and hauled his captive to his feet then picked him up in his arms.

Link sagged in exhaustion from blood-loss and pain against the demon's chest. He could feel the coolness of the man's skin against his own hot body. Soon he was oblivious to the world around him.

A frown crossed Ghirahim's face as he carried the boy towards the previous room when he felt what felt like a tug in the back of his mind. Someone was trying to summon him. It certainly wasn't his master; it had the annoying feel of wholesomeness about it. His glower deepened when it came again with a little more force as he settled Link down on the cot, he sighed "And after I made such progress today too." He restrained one of the boy's wrists with a shackle and a bit of chain to the makeshift bed and transported a bowl of fruit and some water from elsewhere in the castle into existence on the floor. "Do me a favor child and feed yourself when you wake hmmm? Meanwhile I have to go see to a pest." He let out another dramatic sigh and evaporated into diamonds.

peterandhook

The sky was a shade of pink and orange as dawn broke over the Sealed Grounds. The young woman known as Impa had her eyes closed in concentration while sitting cross-legged in front of the Sealed Temple. Resting in the crook of her crossed legs lay a peculiar looking talisman; the lady who had passed it on to her had said it was known as Demon's Call, used for summoning a strong demon if the caller was strong enough herself. She had been warned that though it summoned a demon it did not offer the user control over said entity. Its dark shape had jagged edges and it looked somewhat like a piece of clay one had clenched in their fist. The blood covering the object confirmed that it had been clasped in the female's hand.

"That's a very old fashioned way to summon someone." Ghirahim remarked from where he was lounging on the temple's roof, seemingly studying his nails through his gloves.

The shiekah stood up calmly, but kept silent.

Ghirahim raised his head to look at her "I assume that you must have had some reason for calling me. I'd hate to think I came all the way here just to find you've grown daft from following her highness every…"

"I came to offer you a trade." the woman stated, breaking through the demon's words.

A smile graced Ghirahim's face as he sat up, dangling a leg off of the roofs edge "A trade? Whatever would you want to trade for?"

"You know."

"Ah, but for the sake of keeping things amusing let us pretend that I don't."

Her red eyes narrowed "Her Grace has asked me to bargain with you for the boy, Link."

"Is that so? Well, I'm afraid that the infernal summoning stone isn't going to be enough, annoying as it is to me that it is in Shiekah hands. No, you're going to have to proffer a good deal more than that."

Steeling herself the female replied "I'm prepared to offer you a body and soul in exchange for Link's."

"Now whomever could that be?" Jumping down he crossed over to her and bent his head to look into her eyes "Would it be you?"

Breathing deeply she stated "It would."

A chuckle emanated from him as he moved around behind her "Tempting." He rested his head on her slim shoulders and placed his hands on her hips; his left hand sliding forward and down until it reached the indent in front stopping just before her more private area "Tell me Sheikah, does this bargain include any use of you I wish?"

"It does." She answered, keeping her face impassive and staring straight ahead.

"Hmmm" he purred bringing his right hand up until it was under the small swell of her breast "To think that the first Sheikah to willingly submit to a demon would be you to this demon lord, is almost intoxicating." He breathed into her ear; enjoying the shivers it predictably evoked from her "Would the annoying stone be part of his deal as well?"

"Yes." She held back the urge to grab her dagger and slice the demon; Zelda had asked her to see if Link could be exchanged for the stone. Of course, the young girl didn't know that, Impa; recognizing that Ghirahim would never exchange Link for just a summoning stone had prepared to offer her own soul.

"Very enticing, however…" he teleported back to the temple's roof "I'm afraid that it won't do. You see, I've grown awfully fond of the little skychild and I couldn't bear to be parted with him, unless of course…" he reappeared in front of the woman, all traces of humor gone and his expression dead serious "You were to offer the spirit maiden instead."

"Never!" she snarled allowing herself to finally draw her dagger.

Disappearing before he received a slice to his person, the demon chuckled from his rooftop perch "I thought not. No dear Sheikah, not even for your body and soul will I give up the would-be hero. So unless there was something else you wished to discuss, I'll take my leave, your presence is starting to annoy me." When the female remained silent, Ghirahim bowed to her mockingly before vanishing.

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