I think you'll see why this is rated T for violence in this chapter. It's... well, violent. I won't say anything else so I don't spoil it for you. Enjoy!


In an instant, Esimed had snapped his fingers and a drunken man appeared before their eyes. Ghirahim was shocked, but not very. Considering that he could do that himself to other people now it wasn't as shocking as it used to be. Somehow, things don't surprise you as much as when you know exactly what goes into them.

It took a moment for the man to realize his surroundings. Jeez...Ghirahim thought. This guys as much of an idiot as he ever was. No matter though. He'd be dead in a few minutes.

"H-Hima?" he slurred in shock. "Why're you here?" He turned to Esimed. "And who are you?" He was terrified - if you didn't know by his face then his voice gave it away.

"Ghirahim," Esimed corrected bluntly. "His name is Ghirahim. And if you think you're going to learn my name, you're a fool."

Ghirahim smirked. How delightful it would be to see Karane's world fall apart as this man died. She pretended to hate her father. She had ever since her mother died and he'd become a terrible drunk, but Ghirahim knew one never truly hates their parents. He still didn't hate his mother totally. He didn't like her, that was for sure, but in all actuality, he knew the reason he couldn't stand her was because he loved her on the inside. He knew it was no different for Karane, nor for any human being. It would hurt her worse even, simply because she never made it right with her father before he died. She'd regret everything she ever did once he died. And she'd regret what she did to him as well. That was all he wanted. And this would get it for him. It was simple really. The most he had to worry about was how he would killl him. Magic? Sword? Or should he torture him first? All very tempting... but only one would do.

Ghirahim would kill him quickly. And then send his body up to Skyloft. He wouldn't send it to the school, or to the graveyard, or any other place. No, he would send it straight to Karane's bed. Yes, he would send the corpse to Karane's bed where he would lie, saturated in blood, staining the sheets. He could only with he could see her face. "Does Karane speak with you?" Ghirahim asked suddenly.

"N-no..." the man said, not understanding. "Why?"

Ghirahim scoffed. "My, this is better then I thought it's be." He noticed Esimed was no longer behind him. He supposed that he wanted to give him privacy for his first killing. "Is there anything you'd like to say to her?"

"I don't understand..." He stared into Ghirahim's eyes, terrified.

"No, I don't suppose you do, do you? Let me make it simple," Ghirahim smiled a wicked smile at him. "I'm going to kill you."

The man jumped away. "Wh-wh-wh-what?" His eyes had doubled in size and he was trembling. "You're only... what, twelve? You have to be joking. Please, tell me your joking."

But anyone could tell Ghirahim was definitely not joking. He was dead serious. He was going to kill this man and have his revenge and it would be fabulous. "Tell me, dear sir... do I look like I'm joking?" Ghirahim waited for an answer but recieved none. He frowned disaprovingly. He began walking in a slow circle around the man. "What, you're scared?"

Again, no reply.

Ghirahim sighed. "Truly a boring man... no wonder Karane hates you. Too bad, though." Ghirahim summoned poisoned red darts and sent them through the mans heart. As expected, the poison spread quickly and the man fell into the dirt of the ground head first. Dead. Completely dead.

Ghirahim walked towards him and looked down. "Hmm... the blood, the gore... it's all missing." Ghirahim shook his head disapprovingly, until he realized the perfect solution. He snapped his fingers and a black knife evolved out of diamonds in his hand. He knelt beside the man and raised the knife. "So sorry, but blame your daughter." He lowered himself to the mans ear and said in a whisper, "This is all her fault." He smiled slyly and sat back up. Ghirahim angled the knife carefully, considering which part of the man to destroy first. The heart, of course, he thought. Ghirahim thrust the knife into his chest and pulled it out again quickly. Now there was blood. He stabbed him cruelly continually until he decided it was enough. And then he looked at his face carefully. He'd left it clean for a reason. He wanted Karane to know it was her father but he also wanted her to know who did this. With a wicked smile, Ghirahim carefully carved Hima on the man's forehead. Now, he was done.

Ghirahim stood up, satisfied with his work. He snapped his fingers and sent the man to lie until Karane found him. Lying there, just waiting for her to see him and experience horror beyond all else. She could feel pain now. It was her turn.


Actually, this was really, really fun for me to write. I hope that ins't a bad thing. O_O; I should o rethink my life... I hope you liked it, though. I'll be in the corner, wondering if something's wrong with me.