Ghirahim P.O.V.
"Damn it!" A scowl made its way onto my face and I furrowed my brows. How had that girl gotten away from me? One second she was in my grip and the next I couldn't sense her, like something else had overtaken her. My carefully calculated plans were ruined, all because one woman had to be the hero and jump into my lovely storm! Her weight upset the storm, and instead of the Goddess' girl landing into my hands she was now farther away than I anticipated.
No matter, I knew she would wait for a little while. Falling a thousand feet tends to do that. With that thought a smile grew again. And hey, if that woman was still there and alive, I could smack her around a bit as well!
My patience was not something to mess with, and she would soon find that out.
Rather than wait any longer, I decided to grab my little princesses before the clock struck twelve. I appeared on the outskirts of the clearing they had fallen into with a smirk, hoping ever so fondly that the woman was still alive.
Adjusting my cloak, the villain always has to look good, I strode into the clearing all grins and giggles. Until I saw only one body. And it was not Her Majesty's body either!
Rage coated every fiber of my being, causing the world to darken a moment. Oh how I hoped even more that the twit was still alive! Then I would have the satisfaction of seeing her expression as I ran her through! It has been so long since I've tasted human blood, and the thought sent a tingling through my fingers.
Disappearing I teleported to the woman's side. I noticed and empty bottle next to her that had the last drops of a heart potion in it and footsteps that led away from her and towards that godforsaken temple! Looking over the woman below me I was elated to see her back moving up and down ever so slightly. So she was alive! I knew there was some sense of fairness in the world now, for a punching bag to land in my lap. I still could not see the woman's face though, and I wanted to see how her face was before it was contorted in pain.
I grabbed her long black hair and lifted her by it, causing the smallest of whimpers to exit from her lips. I stared at those lips for a moment, surprised such a sound came from them. My eyes moved up from her lips, taking in high cheekbones and eyes that were framed by black eyelashes. Her face was attractive, I'd give her that. But it would be so much more beautiful when coated in the red of her blood. I gave her body an appreciative glance and admitted that under different circumstances I would have made time to properly give her the attention I would like to.
My eyes traveled back to her face, smiling widely when I was greeted by smoldering purple eyes. Oh yes, this woman was beautiful. It was such a pity that we met this way; it's been such a long time since I've seen any sort of female worth looking at or admiring. Perhaps I should keep her for later, when she was at full health. Her one leg was obviously broken and by the way her face contorted ever so beautifully every time she tried to breathe she has a broken lung. It wouldn't be the same if I didn't cause her that pain in the first place.
Then she spoke, and it was like music to my ears.
"Where… is Zelda?" Her voice, oh my, her voice was commanding even as she trembled in pain and fear. This woman was definitely a keeper.
I smiled ever so nicely and replied by dropping her on the ground, causing her to yelp in pain. "Is that the tart's name?" I turned away from her and towards the footprints, "She off and ran, drinking a potion and left you to die my dear."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw her eyes narrow as she began to slowly reach into her pocket for something. A weapon perhaps? As I saw her bring out a bottle I laughed, "Dear, that potion will not mend broken bones."
She paused and glared with such a force that I blinked, and drank the potion anyways. I raised an eyebrow as I watched her pain disappear and leg fix itself smoothly back in place. "Don't underestimate me." She growled; any scrapes she had gained from falling gone. It was then that I noticed that she had a sword as she swung it at me.
I was able to disappear in time, catching her by surprise when I reappeared behind her, arms wrapping around her slight frame. I felt chain mail underneath her blue tunic that she wore and smiled. "Aren't you a little tempest?" Her body stiffened and she huffed in anger. My fingers danced down her arm, immobilizing her sword from trying to attack me. "Let's not try that again shall we? I've already let you live once, don't plan on it happening again."
She shivered in my arms at the last sentence and I knew I had tamed her. "Now dear… What is your name?"
"Fallon," she replied, giving me the gift of calling this beautiful creature by her name. Fallon trembled in my arms, from anger or fear I was not sure. Her face was a mask of calm, which irritated me.
"Well dear Fallon, where are you from?" I knew the answer, but I loved to hear her voice. Soon enough it would be screaming in pain, but just how it was now was enough to send chills up my spine.
"The Sky." Her voice chocked for a second and I thought I say moisture gather in her eyes. Oh my, we couldn't have her crying quite yet.
"My dear Fallon," I drawled, "Are you the Goddess' Chosen Hero?" The thought came to my mind, and brilliant delicious thought. If this woman was the Hero, my victory would be oh so sweet.
"No. I don't know what you are talking about." Now she was confused the poor thing. But I myself was even more confused. The prophecy only spoke of two humans falling from the sky, but it never specified their gender except that one for sure was a girl.
"How very interesting Fallon." I slithered away from her, circling her. "Do you know where you are Fallon?"
Fallon kept her eyes on me the entire time, body relaxing. "The surface. That much I know."
"Very good," I complimented her, eyes traveling over her body again. She appeared intelligent, unlike some of her ancestors. And a little genetic inbreeding looked wonderful on her. The male part of me took note of things like her wide hips and developed chest, realizing that she would make fine children. Not that I would ever want children, the noisy brats. I wasn't even entirely sure if I could have children, which could very possibly be a blessing. When I faced her front I bowed mockingly, "Demon Lord Ghirahim, at your service."
The pale man in front of me looked up from his sarcastic bow, eyes going over me again like I was a piece of meat. I scowled in return, snapping "What the hell do you want with me?"
Ghirahim straightened; a sardonic smile on his face. "With you? Why my dear all I want is you." A tongue quickly emerged from his mouth, licking his lips. "And what help you may offer me."
Disgust rolled over me in waves. Never had a man been so upfront and act like such a pig towards me. Sure I've had a couple of students look me over but nothing to the degree of this man. Unfortunately a small part of me recognized him as being handsome, but I brushed that thought away. I would control myself and not let this demon have met as he wished. "I'm afraid I would have to decline Lord Ghirahim." My eyes traced a shudder that ran through him as I ended the sentence. What the hell was with this man?
He took a step towards me, and quicker than I could react he grabbed my chin. "Fallon dear, I never said you have a choice in this matter." His voice was melodic and hypnotizing in a way that made me want to drop down and let him have me. Black eyes burned into me and he traced my bottom lip with his thumb.
"I suggest you get away from me now sir, before I have to force you." My voice was controlled and eyes steady. I would control myself. I would not lose to a beating heart.
"Oh really now?" His breath coasted over my face, "And just how are you going to do that my dear?"
Resolution formed within me and I brought up my leg, "By doing this!" With all the strength I possessed I kicked him in the stomach, sending him wobbling backwards, holding his stomach in pain. I dove for my sword, quickly bringing it between Ghirahim and me. "If you touch me again I promise to cut off the hand that does."
Ghirahim straightened, "Stupid girl. That was very stupid." Anger controlled his face and the red cloak disappeared. With more of himself revealed, I saw how lean he was, but he packed muscle into his frame. My question was how was he not cold? He didn't have much on honestly, so how was he not shivering?
The question disappeared as Ghirahim advanced, an aura of destruction following. I swung my sword at him in an arc, the fool had no weapon! That thought soon turned to distress as soon as my blade stopped and his hand glowed red. Panic set through me and I pulled back hastily, cause my sword to fly through the air and out of my hand. My shield wouldn't be able to give him any damage, so I threw it down and began to run. If I could somehow make it to the large building I could barely see I would be safe. Somehow I knew deep inside that I would if I just made it.
His laughter reverberated everywhere at once and I heard a snap. A wall of flames that eerily looked like diamonds appeared five feet in front of me and I slowed to a halt, looking around for another way out. Some vines caught my eye and I made my way towards those. Halfway up I sensed him beneath me, smiling. I had to get away, if it was the last thing I do. My arms were growing numb from climbing and my stomach grumbled in hunger and pain. I made it up another three feet when I lost grip and fell for the second time that day.