mysticalgems: Oh goody, I got your heart to pound…maybe I can do so again.

Doopliss: Glad to know I didn't upset you. As for being in class, bad bad person. Lol…Actually what were you doing in class during MLK day?

Look guys a chapter! And you all thought I had died or something. Guess what, I get to go see my professor this Friday and I'm super stoked for it…YAY! Ok now read, now that I've got that out.

Chapter 15

The sense of motion roused the Demon Lord from where he had, up until now, been comfortably laying next to his captive. Last night the demon made sure that his words were etched into the hero's mind as he showed the boy how pleasurable sinful indulgences could be. He had not taken Link, per se, but had instead contented himself with gifting his captive with bliss, although that experience had been mutually satisfying. And, oh the sounds that had spilled from those precious lips, the groans and whines. It was almost inevitable that soon the pale man would take the blonde, soon, but not yet. Brown eyes crossed to where the hero was jerking and twitching in his sleep. Watching the skychild, he couldn't help but grin at the sounds that were emanating from the blonde's lips. They were reminiscent of the night before but at the same time the opposite and so deliciously full of pain and suffering that he practically drank them in as the boy continued to squirm.

"Z…da…..don…plea…stop."

Too delicious. Ghirahim could feel a familiar burning sensation in his lower half as the pained sounds continued. Link rolled onto his side so he was now facing the demon and, still locked in his nightmare, began to reach for something to hold onto. An expression of surprise crossed over the pale man's features as the boy's hand found and clung to the thin white strap of his outfit.

"Help me."

Amazement and surprise melted into deviousness. He noted inwardly that later this little excursion would cause an agonizing headache. Ghirahim licked his lips as he placed his forehead to the blonde's and uttered what he had once before "If you insist." then sent his mind into the skyloftian's.

Shivers run through the boy's frame as once again he feels the bite of the blade in his flesh. What he would give to see a white-gloved hand holding the hilt. Or a white-lipped smile. Or purple-shaded chestnut eyes mocking him. Or to hear almost maniacal laughter at his pain. Instead he sees what he used to look at as a child-hood friend, a person he used to trust. Perhaps even someone he would have someday asked to marry him. No longer. Not after so many times of asking her for help, and receiving nothing. Not after so much pain caused by her hand. As blood drips down his sides like sweat he looks to the side away from her as another slice slowly wends its way through his skin. He catches sight of a man, no, a demon, clad in white clothing. One that he knows and yet he calls out to him "Help me!"

White hair falls away from the pale face as it cocks to the side before ashen shoulders shrug "If you insist."

-Ghirahim glances around to find himself standing a few paces away from the hero who is being cut by the spirit maiden. The boy is gazing at him with a mixture of hope and fear. Perfect. He walks nonchalantly towards the pair and taps the girl on the shoulder and she backs away to stand behind him.

Fear of the demon slowly replaces the small hope on the boy's face as his blonde captor is replaced by the white-haired one.

Picking up the knife, Ghirahim stares at it, twisting it so that light catches on the blade. Slowly, ever so slowly, he brings the edge to the boy's skin but does not yet press down "Tell me, do you hate her?" he whispers.

Does he hate her? His blue eyes travel to those of the female and he cannot help a primal growl from escaping his throat. This woman, this…Had betrayed and hurt him. Had pretended to love him only to leave him. Leave him to one that frightened him like no other. Hate her? Fear leaves his eyes and is replaced by pure undiluted hate "Yes."

A smile spreads across his face and he purrs "What if I told you that there is a way to be rid of her?" When blue eyes meet his own he continues "Join me and I will see to it that your lust for revenge will be satiated." He whirls and sends the knife flying towards the girl. It strikes in between her breasts and as she falls the binds holding Link vanish. The demon turns intense brown eyes upon the freed captive "I can help you make this a reality." Extending a gloved hand a corner of the pale lips raises upwards in silent inquiry "Come and be free."

Link appears to hesitate for a moment as he stares at the bloody outline of his former friend then, as his own gaze locks his eyes with those of the demon, suddenly remembers all of his own sorrows. Stepping forward he seizes the hand and nods.

A smile splits Ghirahim's face and his laughter rings out as he yanks his arm backwards dragging the blonde forward and into his arms "Link, my ex-hero, you dance with the devil tonight."

Blinking, Ghirahim found himself back in the real world and instantly wished he wasn't. It felt as if a giant hammer had found his head which was not only throbbing but spinning. Entering someone's dream and partaking in it was exhausting under normal circumstances, doing it while sick…well, it would take some time to recover. He closed his eyes in a vain attempt to stop the swirling sensation. Nauseous though he might be, the demon couldn't help but feel elated at his progress with his captive. Link's subconscious, at the very least, was now undeniably on his side; whether or not that had transferred over to the blonde's waking conscious was questionable. However, the young male would follow his subconscious; Ghirahim was certain of that. He could worry about that when the blonde woke up, for now though he would let his mind rest.

…I know it be short, again. Thanks for reading and please review! Thank you!