AUTHOR'S NOTE: Gee I sure love work. Sorry for the extremely late update, but I'm trying. This was rewritten at least twice. Read, Review, and Enjoy!

Zelda awoke with a startle. Where was she? How long had she been out? Who was phone? Wait, no, that last one may have been fo- Why was the ground moving? Zelda, becoming more aware of the situation, slammed down on Demise's back. Thrashing around did nothing, to her dismay. "You monster!" she screamed. "What are you doing?" Zelda continued to slap Demise's back, to no avail.

"Oh hey, you're awake. Heh." Demise continued shooting through the sky. Zelda watched as the trees below flew past in a blur of green vegetation. "I suppose you're wondering what's going on. Now, that is a very good question. Unfortunately, you won't have long to contemplate it."

"Oh, you fiend!"

"Fiend? What is this, Shakespeare? I mean, we use some pretty fancy words, but 'fiend' is stretching it just a little."

"I am a sophisticated ruler, an intelligent bearer of extreme responsibility to bring order and peace to my people. Of course I'm going to use big words."

"Oh, and your doll speaks wonders for your case."

"You leave Tingle alone!" Zelda hollered, angrily pounding down on the Demon Lord, shifting her weight forward. Demise, thrown off balance, dipped down from his flight, losing temporary control. He spun around before regaining his control and raising back to a comfortable altitude.

"Good job. I hope you're happy."

"I think I'm going to be sick…" Zelda murmured, clutching at her stomach. Demise handed her a brown paper bag. "Where did you get this?"

"Do you want it or not?" Zelda accepted the bag without further question. "Now while you sit there and hack up Octorok, I'm going to ramble about my evil plan. After that bastard Groose sealed me away, I began plotting my revenge. This is that plan set forth. In my current state, I'm nothing more than a mere mortal man with magical abilities. But upon gaining my strength back, I'll be able to take your world by storm, leaving nothing but chaos and ruin. And that's where you come in. I'll harness the power of your soul once more, and I'll become the most feared individual to ever walk the earth."

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" Zelda said, holding the now full bag in her hand.

"Get that shit out of here!" Demise swatted the bag out of her hand, and it fell to the surface below.

"I'm just saying, you haven't given anyone else a nickname, why start now?"

"Actually, I give everyone nicknames."

"Oh really, then what's mine?"

"I don't want to say it in front of Cheebs." Groose pointed to his head. "Might taint his mind. You know."

Link sighed in defeat. He knew inside that he was never going to understand how Groose's mind worked. That is, if it even did.

Suddenly, Groose screamed, "Cheebs! Don't eat that!"

"I wasn't going to." Groose walked up to the Kikwi, who had found something along the path.

"What is it?" Link asked, approaching the duo. They had been traveling this path for hours now. If Link remembered correctly, this was the one that led back to the Sealed Grounds. Link, bending down, poked at the thing.

"It smells awful!" Cheeb clutched his nose… beak… thing in disgust. He fell over onto the ground and rolled around in agony. Link was only able to identify it as some sort of thin container thing. Whatever it was filled with was not pleasant. Groose picked up Cheeb, and held him over the smelly bag. "What is that stench!?" Cheeb screamed.

Link said, "If I had to guess, it's probably vomit."

Groose, however, wasn't listening to Link. "That is the stench of discovery!" Groose bellowed, swinging Cheeb up into the air. "Follow the scent, Cheeb!" Groose slammed the Kikwi face first into the ground, and began plowing through the ground using the poor Kikwi's face.

"Hold it!" Groose screamed, pointing to the Statue. Atop it stood Demise, a sheet of black smoke flowing from his head.

"Great job, puny mortal. Now, let me ask you, was nearly killing that innocent yet annoying Kikwi really necessary?"

"Of course it was!" Groose said, patting Cheeb on the head. He spit out a mound of dirt and the torn remains of a Blessed Butterfly. He coughed up some more dirt, then turned to Link, who had taken the general "stand by and provide general verbal support whilst being relatively useless" position.

"Does he always do this kind of stuff?" Cheeb asked Link.

"I lost a tooth the last time."

Demise laughed, and held up Zelda, who was kicking and screaming. "Great. Now, it's time for me to begin my first steps to world domination." With that, Demise lifted his free fist, and pummeled downwards into the Statue. He disappeared into it, a pillar of smoke rising from the top.

"Uh… should we have told him that the Triforce is right there?"

Upon Groose's questioning, which was surprisingly on track, Link, Cheeb, and Groose heard a large cracking noise. The Statue lurched to the side, towards the three, and suddenly began to crumble. Chunks of stone and rock began to plummet to the ground. Groose narrowly dove out of the way of an eye, and Link dashed off to the side to avoid getting flattened. Both watched as the religious landmark that had housed such importance to their culture and life fell before them, leaving a hole in the ground.

Whether it be by lack of intelligence or blinded heroics, Groose ran forward and leapt to the hole, still dodging crumbling pillars and other various debris. He dove down, the remains of the Skykeep that rested below it charred and scorched. The only light came from Demise's head, whose fire had begun to grow stronger. His laugh echoed off the chambers, ringing through Groose's ears. His pompadour pointed down, he stretched out his hands, still fixated on Demise. He ripped off debris until he reached what he was looking for, a black stone Groose recognized all too well. Demise ripped it from the ground, a dark aura forming around it, engulfing first Demise and Zelda, then Groose. Groose blacked out, the last thing him feeling was the cold grip of Demise's hand.