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I shouted in pain, writhing under his forceful grasp. My mind was cleansed off all cocky remarks. His hand clasped around my throat crushing my windpipe. His eyes burned into mine. I covered my eyes shamelessly and his grip slowly melted away. I turned over onto my knees and coughed, nursing my bruised throat. Oh the horrors of this softened form.
Bastard! I didn't look at him. That smug look would be there. That look that knew he was better than I. That look I couldn't bring myself to face.
"Get up and finish. I'll finish your punishment when my breakfast is done," with that powerful feet moved away and I was alone again. I rose to my feet; the adrenaline pulsing through my veins caused me to tremble.
There was no way in hell I wished to continue his breakfast if I knew it was only going to bring me more pain. Yet I'm sure the consequences would be much greater if I didn't. I hated the way in which he could control me! I clenched my fist to create small punctures within my hand. Finally, with a broken spirit I continued his meal.
I didn't understand why he was so mean. Well, that's a lie. He wasn't always mean. At least, not so much for where he looked for a reason to be pissed off. Demise also didn't demand to be called by a title such as 'Sir' or 'Master'. Then again, Demise hadn't suffered his own form of abuse then, either.
It was odd to watch, him and Hylia. They had finally decided to settle things between the split kingdoms. She ruled the sky but kept three of her kind below as he raged the land and tormented the sky. They would start fights every day. They were simply spilling blood on the battle field. Moblins and Keese fell to their doom while dragons and humans were killed mercilessly.
Soon they had moved in together, inhabiting Demise's palace. It seemed to be the only way to settle their differences was to get to know one another. Things didn't go quite as according to plan.
She had taken over. She reconstructed his castle making everything fit to her. Demise didn't even had his own throne much less had time to even reside in the throne room. Her and that creepy blue one, Fi planned and planned.
Fi was stone cold and that disturbed me. Why would the goddess make someone like her? She was so much different than me, yet so much alike. Fi would hide away in Hylia's sword all the time and would only come out to give information. She seemed to be undergoing some type of training. I learned later that this was for Link.
Hylia would complain daily. She would start fights and they'd get into it. I'd stay in a corner as she'd attack at him. Fi would try to give useful info on Demise's weak spots and Hylia quickly took advantage of them. Soon enough I'd be summoned. Gently at first he'd tell me to change and slowly it got more aggressive to where he'd just raise his hand and rip the sword from me.
He refused to strike back, but held me to reflect all of the blows. Silently he took her beatings. Each one got worse and worse. He got meaner, lashing out at me for relief. And one day, she went too far. She flung my sword form to the side and dug her sword into his forehead. Twice, in fact, creating the 'x' scar on him.
He quickly snapped after that and he lunged at her, mercilessly trying to kill her. He failed without my support and she sealed him away. Of course, three thousand years passed and we all know what the outcome was. It didn't matter; she had failed in the long run. Well, for now at least. Me restoring the hero probably wasn't in Demise's best interest. Just her lashings still showed in his every action.
I sprinkled the last bit of seasoning into his meal and sighed, calmed by the memory. Filled a bowl with the soup and moved silently. Demise sat on his throne, glaring towards the exit. Is my cranky butt having a bad day? I smirked faintly at my thought but it subsided as burning hot hands stole the bowl away. How did one manage to be so hot?
Demise gave me a scowl, fiddling with his food. "Is there a problem, Sir?" I felt much more at ease with him when he was sitting down. The comfort melted away the closer he got to finishing his soup. I shrunk back slightly, and he rose to his feet.
He lunged at my throat again but I stepped back this time, dodging his fiery hands. He grew angrier and so he pushed me against the wall creating a minor dent in the wall. I grabbed at his arm and he shook it off. I screamed; he sneered. My skin was no longer supple but instead a black armor. He had apparently waited for this and didn't hesitate to cause me more pain.
His hand dropped from my throat and ran down to my chest. Taking a firm lock on the crystal there and I stiffened. His hand there alone hurt. I whined slightly and his smirk broadened. His fingers dug into the jewel, and I shouted pushing him away. His hand on the gripped tighter and I felt my conscious slowly edging away.
"I'm sorry, sir..." I sputtered feeling a hot stream trickling down my chest. "It won't happen again..." I coughed and shuttered, eyes clamped shut. The pain, it was like swallowing nails as your skin was peeled off, and suddenly a board of nails slammed into your flesh.
Demise was faltered by my words, and slowly removed his hand, launching me across the floor by my arm. I slammed into the side of his throne and laid there unmoving. I was bleeding to say the least and slipped into a blissful unconsciousness.
