The spell protecting them was broken, Ghirahim knew this from the moment they stepped outside the house.
"My aura as a very powerful demon, and a sword spirit, will be revealed. It's going to be harder from here on out, okay, Skychild?" Link blushed at the nickname. His eyes were the same colour as the sky and he often daydreamed, allowing himself to float away into other worlds. Ghirahim's Skychild indeed. The hero nodded nonetheless and the two slowly made their way out of the village.
"So what are we supposed to do first?" Link asked Ghirahim softly, his eyebrows cinching in on themselves briefly.
"Find the goddess's reincarnation who lives somewhere in this realm. She'll be fifteen at her oldest, possibly even sixteen." The demon mused aloud, his mind whirring as he tried to come up with some semblance to an idea of where the Goddess incarnate was hiding. He also had to worry about his former master. He didn't think Demise would take kindly to his then-loyal weapon suddenly switching sides, but then again, he didn't know that his sword had changed alliances years ago. That seal wasn't going to last long, and his other weapon was out to get the Spirit Maiden as well.
It would suck if they had to go through any temples.
There was the soft ring of chimes, unlike Ghirahim's loud sound of glass shattering when he teleported, and Link let out a gasp. The Demon Sword turned and he saw his counterpart somersault out of the sword she had just awoken from.
"Hello, Master." She bowed, her shawl fluttering over her arms. Usually it didn't appear she had any arms, as she hid them well under her shawl, but her fingers were seen. "My handle is Fi." Her tone was monotone as always. She and Ghirahim were polar opposite. He was free to show his emotions and she was grounded and emotionless most of the time, even though a little sass showed.
Her face was peachy instead of the metallic blue he had seen before, when she was his last lover's consort. Blue eyes stared at him, actual eyes, not emotionless blue orbs the same hue as her hair and face, and her hair fell loosely over her visage. Fi had become very pretty, and it seemed almost unfair for her to be remaining emotionless.
"You don't need to call me Master, you know." Link looked sideways at Ghirahim, knowing Ghirahim wouldn't call him Master because of how long they had spent together, and even lovers. It was a deeper bond between the two, and Ghirahim was his secondary weapon, Fi his first.
"I am programmed by the goddess to do so, Master, it is not my choice." Fi told him. "Is that all?"
Link nodded, and with that, she flipped back in a flash of light and the Master Sword let out a small twinkle of the light she had left in.
"So, she's the other spirit who serves me?" He asked Ghirahim. The demon nodded.
"She's artificial. I'm not." Ghirahim looked away, a sore wound for him.
"What do you mean? You're... natural?"
"You knew me by Gira before I put my earring back on. That was once the name I referred to myself before I became like this. I was once human. And then Demise changed me. I changed into a demon, and it hurt my body to change so much, and it hurt me..." Ghirahim gripped his arm. "He abused me whenever I set a toe over the line by a touch. One mistake and I gained five new wounds. A simple thing like relaxing when I wasn't allowed... It earned me a night of punishment."
He touched his neck, the countless white crescent scars on his neck. "Humans aren't meant to be bound to demons, and you being my master, being bound to me, it will eventually change your soul, Link."
"What is under your hand?" Came Link's soft voice as he approached, and he pulled Ghirahim's hand away. "Are those... bites?"
"Demons crave blood, but raw meat will do too. Demise often drank my blood to give him sustenance. If you ever changed, I wouldn't hesitate to let you take my blood into your body." Ghirahim quietly explained. "I may need to drink your blood a few times before our quest is over. It hurts for a few moments, and it feels weird, but it'll be okay."
Link paled. "Do you..."
"Not now. I'm fine. I still have human food in me, my metabolism is slow enough I can last a couple of days without eating, especially when I am healthy. I need to drink water to keep hydrated though. I can last about two weeks without drinking before falling sick, but as a demon, I do not die that easily." Ghirahim sighed. "I'll be incredibly weak, so try to keep me fed." He cracked a smile.
Link nodded and sighed. The two companions walked on, the demon not minding not teleporting to their destination. Besides, he was used to walking most places anyways. It was how he had gotten around with Link without the headache of teleporting. The magic was hurtful on the body until they got used to the teleporting, and as Link was human, it would be worse for the young man.
Time passed slowly, the two of them in silence, the hero looking around at the new surroundings as the the trees ended, and they ended somewhere Link did not know.
Now that Ghirahim was Link's sword, and back to being the demonic sword spirit he was used to being, it was dangerous, and every so often, he ran a diagnostic of energies in the area, usually only sensing the plant life, the occasional deku baba and their little group of three.
"Link, watch out with the deku babas and quatrobabas." Ghirahim murmured to him, ghosting behind the currently stationary hero and settled his hands on his hips and whispering it into his ear. "I don't want anything to happen to you."
"Master, there is a 100% chance that the deku baba bites have poison that can be deadly if the bite is not treated in time. Ghirahim can get you the right antidote if that happens, but it is recommended to just avoid letting yourself get bitten." Fi's voice emanated from the Master Sword, the handle glowing. "The chances of getting poisoned will decrease to 0%."
Link listened attentively to her. Ghirahim's hands brushed away, trailing over the tunic gently, and up his back. "Watch the way their mouths open and slash in the same way." He looped one hand around and grasped his love's wrist, lifting his arm up and moving it in a horizontal movement before moving it in a vertical movement, lips hovering on Link's neck. "If the mouth opens horizontally, slash that way. Vertically, slash that way. It's easy."
He gently nipped Link's neck and smirked at the moan Link gave. "And I will protect you from harm if you pass out. I am the only one who can touch you the way I do." He nipped again. "Because you belong to me." He pressed a kiss to the exposed skin before sucking on the skin, creating a dark mark there. "And I will claim you as such." His arms circled back around Link's chest. Link melted into the embrace, humming a little.
"And you are mine." Came his soft sentence.
"A demon does need their mate, and you are mine. It's just... instinctual, and no matter what sex both members of the relationship, there is still the ability to make a child, usually the less... dominant is the one who... carries the child." His hands drifted down. "And as you are a human... or changing slowly, you do not have that ability... yet." His lips moved against Link's neck, hands over where a child would eventually be, if they chose to raise a family.
"I do want to raise a family... do you have that ability, and have you ever had a child?" Link asked.
Ghirahim walked away, turning away, his cloak swishing around his long legs. "Yes, I have. Demise... took my innocence one night, I ended up with child after. I do not know how my son is doing, or if he is still alive..."
"I'd still care for him as if he was my own, if we did find him."
"He's older than you. By so many years."
"How many?"
"About three thousand years. I named him after the first hero, he shares your name. I don't think you remember your past life, do you? I named him in remembrance, keeping his actual name safe by covering my master's son's name up with Terya, the word for earth in the language of demons, or at least the one I speak. Terya Link. The pale child with dark hair and beautiful dark orange eyes." Ghirahim sighed, smiling at the memory. He hadn't seen his son in a while, and he hoped that the demon was safe from his father's wrath.
Link looked at Ghirahim. "Past life?"
"You're a reincarnation, and I didn't just fall in love with you because I loved your past self, I fell in love with you because of your spunk and spirit, and how strong you are emotionally. Demise killed your last self."
Tears gathered at the edges of his eyes, and he looked down. He felt Link hug him. "Oh, Ghirahim..." He heard the murmur before a face pressed into the fabric of his cloak. Ghirahim pulled him close. "I'll never do anything to hurt you, or if we have a family, and I guess Terya is sort of my son."
He smiled and ran a hand through that soft hair, and he heard a noise on the edge of his hearing and he sent his senses out to diagnose the area and felt a sour aura, and he jolted, pushing Link to the ground, and stepping over him, a wild cat's growl ripping up from his throat as he braced himself. He drew his two swords, the diamonds fading into the air. Knives shot out and nicked his arms. Crimson flowed from the small cut, beading up on his skin.
"Oh, look here, I see that the hero's little guard dog has finally gotten his demonic powers back. What was it like, being as useless and breakable as the little bug between your legs?" A cool, sultry voice of a demon filled the area before deep blue and black diamonds formed a woman. A smirk played on dark lips.
This was Demise's other weapon, and he had only seen her blade once, and whereas the blade he carried in Demise's presence, and still carried unless Link managed to change it when he was a demon, was thick and jagged, hers was thin and strong that one could fold his blade around twice and still have too much metal around it, and his current form could easily be slashed to slices that would be Demise's next meal.
He would probably happily consume the meat he had anyways.
"Hello, I take it you're Demise's current bitch now? Now that a) I'm no longer his best weapon and b) he still hasn't obtained the Triforce." Ghirahim smirked as her smirk feel. "My name is Ghirahim, or you could call me by my full title I still keep: Lord Ghirahim. Either or, but I'm not fussy that much." He looked one glove over, feigning interest in his glove.
"Lord? Don't make me laugh. You lost that title when you ran away with your tail tucked fabulously between your legs." She paced closer.
"Self entitled, he can't take it away, I worked hard for that title. At least I'm not known as the Demon Mistress of the King. I'm known as the Demon Lord. A much better title, and much more companion. At least I don't whore myself out to my master every night." He lifted his swords up.
The diamonds in her colours scattered and a sword appeared in her palm and she grasped it. "I see your current master is on the ground, was I interrupting something? Were you seducing this little brat?"
"No, I've already taken his innocence, twice, and leave him and myself alone." Ghirahim growled.
"Twice? Oh, do elaborate on what you mean by that, Demon Lord of Dirt." She snapped.
"He's reincarnated, the hero of the past. I was his past life's lover as well, and I had the honor of taking his virginity in both lives." Ghirahim grinned, a malicious twist to his pale lips. The female demon rolled her eyes.
"Oh, look, I'm being uncivil, just like a certain Demon Lord I know." Her dark blue eyes, almost dark as her master's soul, flicked to the hero on the ground before bowing slightly. "My name is Verasi. Or Lady Verasi. It doesn't matter much." Her voice sounded like she tried to charm his master into joining her.
He knew what she was capable of. She had seduced countless men, brought them to her bed, loved them for a little and when she got tired of her plaything, she threw it away, discarding the body without a second thought, the body violated and drained of blood. She never bothered with tearing flesh away, whereas Ghirahim left only bones when he got that desperate to resort to seduction. Verasi played around with hearts of men to her heart's content. It was sick.
"How does the mating season treat you? I guess it never leaves you alone, seeing as you're always on your back for your master or your latest toy." Ghirahim smirked. The whore's eyes snapped to his and she lunged, and instead of the weapon being drawn with a covering of diamonds, it was formed out of pure dark power. A symbol of demonic rage.
The clang of metal hitting metal rang out, a sharp sound, and Ghirahim pushed her blade away, and looked down.
"Get out of here, Link! What are you waiting for!" He shrieked and looked frantically at Link. The hero got to his feet and scrambled away, and Ghirahim snapped, a barrier going up once he was a safe distance that he could still see his master.
The yellow diamond barrier kept both from teleporting out of their little arena, until Ghirahim was finished with their fight for the moment, and he snarled at the other demon as he held his swords out.
"Now that my Master is safe for now," He let a grin stretch his lips, "We can finally get serious. I don't feel like showing you my spirit form, but you've seen it, and I know my strength terrifies you. It's.. hilarious."
She growled lightly and got in a ready stance. "Are you done?" She asked.
"Yes." Ghirahim let his cloak dissolve. "Let's dance."