Her eyes bored into mine, but no words were said. It was a silent conversation that not even I was sure I followed. It unnerved my how she looked at me. As if I even dare to reach for my fork she'll skin me right here.

"So, Impa…" Demise began. I rolled my eyes. She didn't even bother to change her name! I clenched my fist together tightly and glared at her. "What was the name of the kingdom from where you arrived?" Demise glared at me from the corner of his eye and I sighed, twirling my finger in circles on the table.

"Ailyh (Ai-le-ah), it's far to the south of here. On the other side of what seems to be a grand waterfall," she answered slyly. She was prepared for every question he threw at her. But I was on to her. It was just 'Hylia' backwards. I don't think anyone can get even more uncreative. I glanced at the child wishing the stupid blanket didn't hide her away. If I could just get Demise to see her…

"And how come I've never stumbled upon it?" Demise jeered. A spur of hope trembled through my body. Maybe the senseless liar would be found out.

"Because this is where Goddess Hylia stored away the Sheikah tribe," Impa nodded at her own answer and continued on. "She hid it away until the presence of war was gone. The feeling is gone and I feel safe here," she explained. I let out an exasperated sigh and clutched at the table. I hope you feel safe in hell!

"Good, and that explains your Hylian tongue," Demise grinned. You could see all he was thinking about was taking over this make believe land. I'd love to see his face when he waltzes over there just to see nothing but untamed land. If there was any land at all.

"And the baby?" I blurt suddenly drawing attention towards myself. I shrunk slightly under Demise's gaze, but didn't withdraw the question. Impa was silent for a second, but she finally answered.

"You mean Adlez? (Add-lez) She's uhm… an orphan… I'd be more than happy to show you her after the meal. I've been told my quarters are close to yours," she mumbled. A content smile fell on her features. My brows furrowed and I looked at the food.

Everything about this meal was wrong. I didn't recognize any of the food, but the aroma was mouthwatering.

"Its Cucco soup in Deku Baba broth," She said pointing to the largest pot. She moved to the remaining pot and continued, "This is poe souls with chunks of wolfo meat… Would you like some?" She smirked, and my blood boiled as I glared at her.

"Like hell if I would!" I snapped, rising to my feet. "It's probably poisoned or something like that! Like I would trust you!" My breathing grew labored with the adrenaline pulsing my body, and I knew I had gone too far. I slowly sat back down and my hands trembled in anger.

"Ghirahim!" Demise snapped. He motioned to the door, a deadly look in his eye. I pouted but moved from my seat. I stormed over to the door and slammed it behind me. I crossed my arms like a child and stuck my tongue out at the door.

I mocked Demise, as best as I could. I deepend my voice and tried to sound angry, "Ghirahim this… Ghirahim that… Ghirahim go jump off a cliff!"

My anger eased and I shuffled towards my room, scuffing a few rocks with my foot. I slammed my door open, and inwardly scolded myself as a crack appeared. Just adding to my list of problems! I kicked the door shut and sat myself down on my bed, trying to ease my nerves.

I don't know how long I sat there; just thinking things over. So if Zelda were back, that meant that Hylia wasn't dead. And if Hylia isn't dead then that means my master will die again. Not that I care or anything. This time if my master fails it'll be at my hands. That sounded promising enough.

I knew that I secretly feared leaving my room. I was still under Demise's watchful eye as of right now, and if I disappeared it meant hell. I rubbed my temples angrily. I preferred when I was younger and he didn't treat me like such a kid! It sounds stupid, but when I was still growing up he had minimal respect for me. Although I'm sure I was better then.

See, I get so distracted when I talk about my past but hell with it. It was something to occupy my mind. There are two types of demons. Those who lead, and those who depend on ones who lead. I was a depending type of demon. Depending demons search for a masters, and luckily they come fairly easy. I found Demise when I was about twelve. By a blood written contract I was now his for all eternity.

I was fine with it, the constant training was fun. The bits and pieces of magic that I was taught I quickly caught on to. He wasn't mean or rude, but he was busy. We'd go along with each other and it was fine. Everything was happy. We were content with a simple business relationship; we didn't want to know anything about the other. Or so I had thought.

i -Flashback-

"Ghirahim, come here," Demise commanded, resting lazily on a chair. He wasn't king yet, just another common demon.

"Yes, sir," I chimed and moved in front of him, a grin tugging at my lips. I placed my hands on his knees and stared up at him. "Did you need something?"

"Why is only one side of your hair pulled back?" He pondered, reaching for my let down hair. I flinched back and shook my head.

"Because!" I answered dumbly. Oh the joy of being a teenager. I covered my rounded ear as he pushed my hair back. I stiffened, staring at him. He pulled on my hand but I refused to let it move.

"Put your hand down, Ghirahim!" He snapped, his temper flaring a bit. My eyes averted to the floor and my hand dropped. Demise grew silent and I felt tears welling up in my eyes. He tugged at the ear, and was testing if it was fake or not before he scowled and we sat in awkward silence.

"I'm sorry," I sputtered, ashamed of my mixed blood. I glanced up at him and he just shook his head.

"Half a demon is a worthless demon."

-End of Flashback- /i

I rubbed at my rounded ear and sighed. I was apparently too weak and needed extra protection. Over-protective-parent-that-looks-down-on-you-because-you-aren't-just-like-them just about sums up Demise's parenting style.

I jumped to my feet and sat in front of the only pot in my room. I wasn't going to fail them. I stirred mindlessly at the pot. It had nothing in it but wood scraping against metal casted a humming noise that was most soothing. Soon enough I crew bored of it and mixed a few medicines together. I thought of giving it to Kukiel despite not knowing what the ingredients would do to her. I shrugged it off. The worse it could do was not work. Nothing here was poisonous... Or at least I hoped they weren't.

I continued stirring for several hours, realizing after about the second hour that I did indeed not have a life. Or at least not a demanding one. I muttered a few choice words about Demise and Impa, but that was about it.

The door finally creped open, screaming as the hinges were moved. I glanced up and glared at Impa. How dare that filth enter my room!

She spoke quickly and in a monotone voice, "The boy is going with me," and then turned and left.