Ghirahim relished the sight and scent of the boy before him drenched in blood. It made something deep within him stir, and he enjoyed the sensation. Leaning against Link's uninjured side, merciful as he was, he let his tongue slowly roam over Link's wounded chest, lapping up his sweet blood as it went. Link was shaking uncontrollably, sweating and panting heavily, still refusing to open his eyes as he tried to suppress any sounds or tears from escaping him. "Oh, Sky child." He heard himself addressed in that sly tone, words sounding like chocolate smoothed over a thousand tiny blades, waiting to tear into the flesh of those who would give in to temptation. Even as his cheek was caressed, his chin cupped, stroked and gripped, Link refused to open his eyes. "Why wont you answer me, Sky child? Will you at least open your eyes if I were to… heal your wounds?" Link's ears twitched at the word "heal". The demon chuckled to himself. "At least I got a reaction. Very well. If nothing else, I am merciful." He snapped his fingers and stepped away, letting Link fall to the ground.
Link landed on his hands and knees, gasping at the sudden absence of pressure against him. Clutching his throat, he got up slowly, warily testing his bad leg. His eyes widened in shock as he stamped his leg, previously beyond broken, to feel no pain whatsoever. Carefully inspecting his torn clothing, he patted over his flawless chest, the bloodstain the only telltale sign of his encounter. Looking up to scan the area for his sword, his blue eyes met with Ghirahim's brown ones. In a startled automatic reaction, Link threw a punch at the demon's face only for his fist to be caught immediately after. Struggling to free his hand from the lord's grip, he grunted irritably before he found himself dangling by his wrists. Ghirahim seized his chance, forcefully sealing their lips together, tongue intruding on Link's personal space. Emitting muffled cries of alarm and disgust, Link thrashed about, flailing as desperate kicks hit thin air. Losing his breath and energy fast, he ceased struggling, surrendering to the truth. The demon eyed him with lust before he howled and pulled away, dropping Link, his bleeding tongue hanging limply out the corner of his mouth. Link began crawling away, throwing himself into a roll that picked up into a run, grabbing his sword and hurtling away from further harm. Ghirahim roared in anger, yelling after the boy. "Thith ithn't over, Thky thchild! Markh my wordth! The necth time we meet, I won't hold back! You will be mine, Thky thchild, and you will pay!" The parting words echoed through the trees around him, barely audible to Link over his rugged breathing.