A/N: First off, I'd like to say thank you to everyone who has reviewed, started to follow this story, and added this story to their favorites. And thank you to the people who have shown support to this story, even in it's revised form.
As I've hinted at in the first chapter, this story is going to be completely different from the original. But I hope you all continue to enjoy this story nonetheless.
And a huge thanks to Hylianspeedster for beta reading my story.
Warning: Violence is slightly detailed in this chapter. And horrible attempts at keeping characters' identities hidden.
The sound of water dripping in the cell reverberated throughout the entire cell. The water droplets collected into small puddles on the cell floor. The smell of stale food and bodily waste wafted in the air, not an ounce of clean air to be found. Dirt and sludge stained the floors and walls, clinging to the surfaces. The only spot that was remotely clean in the entire cell was the bed sitting in the corner of the room as well as the small dresser sitting right next to it. Although, given the state of the cell, it was a miracle that there was something in the room that was remotely clean.
Every few minutes, there were guards walking down the hall, swinging their batons by their side. Two never passed by each other down the hall. It was always one by himself. But all the guards did the same thing as they passed through the hall. As they passed by the only occupied cell in the entire prison, they all gazed inside to look at the prisoner.
The prisoner had been held captive in the prison for about ten years. However, none of the guards, not even the ones in charge, knew exactly what he was in for. The prisoner had just shown up one day in chains and handcuffs, gagged and blindfolded. No questions had been asked. Even nowadays, the guards didn't question their task to closely guard the prisoner. They just did it.
However, there was one particular guard who didn't quite follow the rules.
What were the rules? They mainly consisted of the following: don't interact with the prisoner, don't stare at the prisoner, don't stop making the rounds around the prison, and never ask questions.
But of course, the particular guard chose to break the rules yet again, stopping in front of the occupied cell gate and sneered at the prisoner. He banged his baton against the bars, sending a sharp ringing noise through the air. The guard watched with a smirk as the prisoner slowly lifted his head up to gaze at him.
"Heh. What's wrong, maggot? Finally realized that you're going to be rotting in this cell for the rest of your pathetic life?" the guard asked mockingly.
The prisoner said nothing, choosing instead to stare at the guard with blank eyes. The two stared at each other, neither willing to break the glance. Seconds later though, the prisoner scoffed softly and rolled his eyes at the guard's stupidity before turning his attention away from the guard, choosing instead to stare at the wall in front of him. The guard, mistaking the head turn for shame, started to bang his baton continuously against the bars of the cell.
The guard started laughing loudly, a smirk present on his face. "After ten years, the world's worst enemy has finally met his fate. About time, I say."
Growling underneath his breath, the prisoner glanced around his cell for something to get his mind off of the stupidity that the guard was giving off. A few feet away from the prisoner's foot laid a sharpened stone. Raising an eyebrow, the prisoner felt a small smirk come to his face before he reached out to grab it. He took care to make sure that the nuisance in front of his cell didn't see him reaching for the stone. Once the he felt the heaviness of the stone in his hand, the prisoner took a few seconds to glance down at it. He had been sharpening it prior to the guards waking up that morning.
The laughter of the guard continued to float around him, piercing through his thoughts, and he gritted his teeth in annoyance. The grating sound of the guard's voice was starting to get on his nerves.
It was about time that he bring this nonsense to an end.
Cradling the sharp stone in his hand, the small smirk on his face started to grow wider before he turned to face the guard. Throwing the stone up into the air, the prisoner caught it as he fell back towards his palm, never taking his eyes off of the guard. He continued the motion, a sense of achievement filling his veins as he saw the small amount of fear in the guard's eyes. Then, a sadistic smirk spread across his face before the chucked the stone right for the guard, the sharp side aimed right of his collarbone.
The stone sped towards the guard, who stared at the incoming stone with wide eyes. He backed up slightly, but his reflexes were completely up to par. The stone embedded itself into the guard's neck, causing him to gurgle in pain. The prisoner watched as the guard fell down to the floor, ripping the stone from inside his neck. The moment that he did that, blood started spurting out, quickly covering his hands, clothing, and the floor.
The guard looked at the prisoner with wide eyes, opening and closing his mouth. The prisoner tilted his head up before he slowly stood up. Walking towards the bars, the prisoner looked down at the guard.
"Perhaps you should get that checked, guard. You wouldn't want to die of blood loss, would you?" the prisoner asked with a smirk. HE was fully aware that the guard wouldn't live for much longer anyway, if the large amount of blood pooling on the floor was an indicator.
Gurgling out a response, the guard stretched out his hand, his arm trembling. "D…d…"
Bringing a hand up to his ear in mock worry, the prisoner hummed in curiosity. "What was that? I couldn't quite hear you."
"De…Demise…," the guard hissed out, trailing off before his arm slowly fell to the ground.
The light in the guard's eyes slowly went out until they were blank with death. Demise knelt down and reached out to grab his stone, taking it back into his possession. His eyes took in the sight of the guard and he grimaced in disgust. Good riddance to the waste of human flesh, although the way that was handled could have been done with less of a mess.
"I think I remember telling you to stop killing the guards, Demise. We can't keep hiring guards just to have you kill them."
Demise scoffed and got up from the floor, dusting off his pants before making his way back over to the spot where he had been sitting previously. "Well, perhaps you should hire competent guards for once. And is that any way to speak to your superior?" Demise growled out.
The new guard sighed softly, mumbling out an apology, before reached into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper. Demise immediately straightened up, his eyes locking on the paper. "Is that the response?"
"Yes, Master," the guard said before passing the piece of paper through the bars of the cell.
Demise grasped onto the paper and quickly skimmed through the message before a smirk came to his face. "So, my followers have finally started to form together. Good. Now, it is only a matter of time before I can finally organize my own escape," Demise stated before he began ripping up the paper into tiny pieces.
A/N: This chapter is meant for more of an introductory chapter for Demise. The basic, bare minimum info anyway. Answers to potential questions will hopefully be answered later on.