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While Link had been collecting the materials for Ghirahim's sword form, Ghirahim had been trapped in between this world and the next. He had been there ever since his last battle with Link and he was getting restless. His body had died but for some reason which he could't explain his spirit still existed. He was nothing more than a mere shadow of his former self. All around him it was gloomy with a thick fog which covered everything and curled around him. He could see the surface and travel along Faron woods, Eldin volcano, Lanayru desert and all the other places that he knew so well but he couldn't touch them and they seemed dim and unfocused as if they were nothing but a mere dream or illusion.

His strength was weakening and he could feel it as his spirit was drawn ever closer towards death. Now and again he felt the pain of his death which made him howl as his body was cut again and again by the skychild's sword, which Ghirahim could not see. Then he would lay in his own blood for a time until he had stored up enough magic to heal himself. This was excruciatingly painful but it could not kill him, not in this place, not yet. On the edge of this world there was a darkness which beckoned him, it whispered his name but he feared it. Sometimes he swore that he could hear his master's voice deep in the darkness, making him shiver. To go into the darkness was to give up on life.

Only when he appeared in Link's dreams did the fog lift and the world seemed clear again, as if a veil had been parted momentarily. It seemed strange that Link was the only one who Ghirahim could reach out to. "Why does he want to help me?" The demon asked aloud, his voice echoing slightly in the emptiness. There was no reply of course, just silence. The demon sighed, there was always silence. There was nothing here to keep him company, save for his memories, most of which were unpleasant. He cast his mind back to the young hero, before the final battle with Demise. Back when they first met, which seemed so long ago.

The giant doors slammed and Ghirahim was amused to see the young boy jump and look quickly behind him in shock. 'This has to be a joke.' The demon thought to himself. 'This scrawny boy couldn't possibly be the Goddess's chosen hero. He's barely more than a child. I expected better of her.' Ghirahim had watched this boy carefully on his way through Faron woods and Skyview Temple. He was very surprised and slightly annoyed that the boy had survived the whirlwind which he had sent to capture the spirit maiden. Although the boy had killed many of Ghirahim's minions and seemed to have an unusually special sword, the demon lord had yet to be impressed. This would be the real test, to see how much of a hero this skychild really was. Of course he wouldn't kill the boy, not straight away at least. What would be the fun in that?

To Link's amazement, there was suddenly a bright flash and the demon appeared in front of him, his dark sword vanishing as he did so. Ghirahim turned to the boy. "Look who it is. I thought that tornado I stirred up would have tossed and torn you apart yet here you are. Not in pieces" He sighed as he turned his head away for a moment to look at the second pair of doors behind him. 'Blasted doors.' He thought to himself. 'No magic seems to be able to open them, none of my magic at least. Of course no magic could compare to mine...apart from my master.'

"Not that your life or death has any consequence. It's just the girl that matters now and I can sense her here. Yes we plucked Her Majesty from her perch in the clouds and now she's ours." He laughed darkly to himself, his tone full of self importance.

"Oh, but listen to me. I'm being positively uncivil. Allow me to introduce myself. I am the demon lord who presides over this land you look down upon. This world you call the surface. You may call me Ghirahim. In truth I very much prefer to be indulged by my full title, Lord Ghirahim but I'm not fussy."

Link could feel himself getting more angry at each word the demon spoke. Finally when he had had enough he drew his sword and shield. "Did you really just draw your sword? Foolish boy." Ghirahim turned away from the door to face his enemy. He spread his arms wide as he spoke and his gestures became more violent as he expressed his frustration."She was nearly ours when that loathsome servant of the goddess snatched her away. Do you have any idea how that made me feel inside? Furious! Outraged! Sick with anger!" Just thinking about that cursed sheika made his blood boil.

To Link's astonishment the demon vanished leaving behind a trace of diamonds. His voice continued to echo around the room as Link looked around wildly for its owner. This greatly entertained the demon. 'This is going to be fun.' He thought to himself.

"This turn of events has left me with a strong appetite for bloodshed." The demon reappeared behind the hero and spoke into his ear, sending chills up Link's spine. "Still it hardly seems fair, being of my position to take all of my anger out on you. Which is why I promise up front not to murder you." 'Yet.' He silently added to himself with a smirk. He could feel the boy's fear, it felt so...delicious, it was almost worth losing the spirit madien. Almost."No, I'll just beat you within an inch of your life!" He waggled his long tongue near Link's face, making Link recoil and move away from the demon. Ghirahim laughed, this was the most fun he'd had in a long time. His cape vanished and their battle began.

Their fight didn't go exactly as Ghirahim planned. He had underestimated Link and didn't use his full strength against him. He did have a chance to take the sword from the boy and examine it quickly. It really was quite special. 'Where did he get this?' He wondered. The power that radiated from the sword reminded him uncomfortably of his own sword form but he brushed this feeling aside. Ghirahim was still distracted though and he was in disbelief when he lost.

He pointed his sword threateningly at the young hero. "Well you put up more of a fight than I would have thought possible out of such a soft boy. But don't clap for yourself quite yet. That sword of yours is the only reason you still live. I fear I spent far too long teasing and toying with you. There's no reason for me to linger here. Goodbye,skychild. Run and play this time. Get in my way again though and you're dead." Ghirahim vanished again, leaving nothing but a heart container behind.

Author's note:the text in bold is Ghirahim's memories