A/N:Hello everyone, welcome again.
-Black rose a.k.a jane- I like that you like my fic. I read your comment and chuckled to myself; I didn't intend to make 'the legend of Ghirahim' and when I realized that I kind of was, I got a good chuckle.
-SaraTheAngelic- I'm glad that you like both of my fics. And about the ending, yeah, I was hoping for a rather upset response (it shows me that you care for the characters). I'll try to give Rahzel a happy ending (I can't promise anything). But the two will meet soon. And for your last question, you are very perceptive. ;)
Ghirahim looked at the field of campfires that burned in the dark landscape. "Sir, this might be a very bad idea," Vladimir said from beside his lord.
"And why do you think that?" Ghirahim asked not really concerned with his advisor's answer.
"The tribes of the Higher Realms are… violent, unpredictable, and uncontrollable," Vladimir answered putting a hand on the noble's shoulder to keep him back.
Ghirahim slipped from under his advisor's touch, "Demise controlled them." He turned his gaze to Vladimir. "And beside we'll need their strength to return to the Surface."
"Have you ever thought that maybe we belong here in the shadows? Maybe we were never meant to live in the light?" Vladimir said.
"Impossible, why would we be created only to be imprisoned in this poisoned place?" Ghirahim answered before strutting his way down the hill to speak with the tribe leaders.
The ground was dry and small puffs of dirt flew at each of his steps. Ghirahim held his head up proudly as he walked past the outermost tents. He followed the light of the fires until he came upon the group that huddled around it.
There was a total of five demons that sat around the fire each with their clubs beside them. They looked at Ghirahim dumbfounded. "Good evening, everyone. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Lord Ghirahim and…"
"We know why you are here. We have heard what the other realms are speaking of. You wish to join all of us under one banner," a large red Bokoblin said getting to his feet.
"You have heard correctly," Ghirahim said, "I wish to lead all of us to the Surface. The shadow realms can't support life. It was never intended to."
The large Bokoblin laughed. "You want us to follow this pipe dream. Our fate was decided when Hylia banished us here."
"Fate isn't infallible. Besides Hylia's mortal form died. The dragons are gone. Only the Hylians and Sheikah are obstacles."
The Bokoblin neared Ghirahim. "And you are the one to lead us? I'm the lord of the Higher Realms. I am the one who can lead us."
Ghirahim summoned his rapier and put it to the Bokoblin's neck. "I don't believe you have what it takes," Ghirahim threatened.
The Bokoblin laughed harder. "I accept your challenge," the Bokoblin answered reaching back to grab a trident. He looked back to the noble to give a confident smirk. Ghirahim decided it would be best to use two blades. Both demons circled around the fire sizing each other up. The Bokoblin struck first trying to stab Ghirahim. Ghirahim calmly brush the attack aside with one sword and attacked with the second.
The other end of the spear met the black blade stopping it. Ghirahim teleported behind the Bokoblin trying to sneak in an attack. The red demon was surprisingly light on his feet as he spun to stop the attack from behind. Ghirahim growled and jumped backwards to allow more space. The two begun circling again and just glared at each other. Ghirahim attacked first with both blades. The Bokoblin expertly stopped each blade and rapped the wooden handle across Ghirahim's head.
Ghirahim backed away rubbing the back of his head. The Bokoblin laughed, "See, I told you. I have the strength not you."
Ghirahim narrowed his eyes and looked down to the snapping flames. He grinned to himself. The noble gave a sigh, "Yes, you may have the strength, but you are lacking." The Bokoblin looked confused. Ghirahim leaped at him pushing the red demon toward the flames. The other shrieked as the flames licked at his feet as Ghirahim neatly used his shoulders to flip over the demon out of the flame's reach. Ghirahim spun and sliced the demon across the back of his thighs effectively hamstringing the demon. The Bokoblin fell to his knees trying to escape the flames that threatened to eat his flesh. Ghirahim laughed in glee as the Bokoblin exited brushing the flames that started on his clothing.
"You realized that I could have killed you," Ghirahim boasted looking down on his gloved fingernails. He looked up at the Bokoblin, "I let you live because…"
"You're weak," the Bokoblin interrupted, "You don't have what it takes to make tough decisions."
Ghirahim sighed frustrated, "I understand. No matter what I do. I will never be the leader you want."
The Bokoblin said nothing, but just stared blankly at the demon lord before crumbling to the ground. Ghirahim looked at the figure that held a bloody dagger. "He was being rather irritating," Vladimir said cleaning the blood off the dagger.
Ghirahim nodded before turning to the other demons that just watched the fight. "Will you join me?" Ghirahim asked looking for any response.
After a moment of silence, one of the Bokoblins stood to answer. "An ancient relic was stolen from us during the Great War. We will like it back. The Surface Dwellers hold it in their village at the base of the mountains."
"Then I will retrieve it for you," Ghirahim answered, "It is a pleasure doing business with all of you." The noble left with a confident air.
…...
Ghirahim blinked couple of times to get used to the brightness of the sunlight. He grinned at himself as he felt the warmth of the sun and the wind that tugged at his clothing and hair. "My lord we should hurry and find that relic before the Hylians find us," Vladimir said with urgency in his voice.
"Yes, yes, of course Vlad. I'm just enjoying the light," Ghirahim reopened his eyes and led the way down the dirt road. Ghirahim watched the birds flying through the air and the clouds sliding across the blue sky.
The noble carefully climbed the increasingly steep hill. He stood on a particularly tall rock and looked around for the village that held the relic. Off in distance, there were large stones set into a circle. Figuring that the stones were the location of the village, Ghirahim slinked toward it. Vladimir followed carefully behind. Ghirahim teleported to the top of one of the stones and watched the citizens as they hurried on their way.
"They said that the relic is in that building," Vladimir said from the noble's side pointing to a building that looked like it could be an armory. "See they hung it over the door," Vladimir continued.
Ghirahim squinted to see the large shield that hung over the door to the building. "This will be simple then. I'll teleport there, grab it , and teleport back here," Ghirahim said with a nod. With a snap, Ghirahim was on the roof. He walked to the edge and leaned forward to grab at the shield.
His fingers grabbed the edge of the metal plate as he heard a voice call out, "A demon." Ghirahim pulled the shield off the building and got to his feet. Pain flared in his leg and Ghirahim looked down to see an arrow sticking out of his thigh. Feeling as though he overstayed his welcome, Ghirahim teleported himself to the outskirts of the town where Vladimir waited. The noble handed the bird the shield and gave him an order to run. The loyal advisor followed this request and retreated to the shadow gate that they came in.
Ghirahim turned back to the village to see the large group of Sheikah running his direction. The noble pulled the arrow out of his leg before running.