Demise

I growled and shouted in rage at the child as I watched Ghirahim fall to his knees and cup himself. The child was running for, what he most likely believed, was his life and despite my shout he continued running. Ghirahim slowly struggled to his feet and started to hobble in pursuit, despite the pain it was causing.

"Ghirahim, leave him go." I said with slight disappointment. I knew it was unlikely we could catch the child now; he had already made it to the gate.

"But, Master-" I could see the shattering disappointment in his expression; he was really excited and that stupid child had to go and flee, worthless humans. Always worried with their own life; they never take into account the fact that they could be disappointing someone much more important than themselves by running like the true cowards they have always been…a millennium of time away and they still haven't changed.

"No, Ghirahim, we have work to do. Starting with going back to the present, I want to begin my takeover; don't worry, you will see your pet again…very soon at that." I gave a him a knowing smirk.

"How do you know, Master?" He mirrored my look as he began to catch on to my train of thought.

"Because my takeover will begin with Skyloft; I mean," I chuckled," did you honestly expect my monuments build themselves?"

He got up and we walked toward the Time Gate.

Young Impa

I watched as Groose and Her Grace's mortal body were carried into the Temple of Hylia. I was still on the floor, exhausted and mortally wounded by Ghirahim; I could not get up.

"I'm taking her body back," Groose looked at me for conformation and approval that I gave. "Link is still fighting, and I think it would be safer for Zelda while Link isn't here…." His face looked troubled, he should have been happy; he had helped save the girl…

"Okay, thank you for your help, her body would have been destroyed if it wasn't for you Groose, thank you." I said sincerely and tried to cheer him up as best I could, but he still looked…wrong. "Is there something wrong?" I inquired; this was strange- even for this weird child.

"I just feel like something is going to go wrong. Impa, what would happen if Link lost?" He asked this question very hesitantly and in a very low voice, so quietly, like he didn't want to know the answer.

It didn't really matter anyway because there is no way the Chosen Hero of the Goddess can lose, its destiny. But, of course, not everything it written in stone. If Link lost, then everything would be lost. All of this boy's friends and family would be killed, or worse, enslaved. Skyloft would be lowered to the ground, and many other things that would cause even me to cringe, I can't even stand to have the thoughts cross through my mind.

In short, only pain and sorrow awaited the creatures of the surface, and the people of Skyloft, if Link were to lose. But I wouldn't want to scare this child with such disturbing images.

But even I was beginning to feel strange. Like there was an ominous feeling of dread in the air, it was tangible… it was the kind of feeling you get when you know that something bad is going to happen and soon…

"Groose, it is not possible for Link to lose, it is his destiny. Everything will be fine, please, return to the present with Her Grace's mortal body. I will be through once Link comes back." I said this with my conscience nagging me; I knew it was a half-truth. I was always against lying, and this was technically a half-lie.

Groose sighed, "Okay, Impa, see you soon…" He began to leave, but I reached out and grabbed his arm at the last second. "One last thing Groose, stay near to the Old woman at the Temple in the future. If she tells you to run, take Her Grace's body and return to skyloft as quickly as possible, DO NOT ask any questions, just go, no matter what! Do you understand me?" My face was very serious and conveyed no hint of joking; not that it ever did, I never joke.

He looked at me with a very grim expression, it made him much older and I knew I could trust him if something happened. He nodded and proceeded through the Gate of Time. This was just my way of making sure nothing would happen to him and Her Grace's body… if I was wrong. I looked down and noticed that Groose had dropped one of Her Grace's bracelets,

Well, I'll have to return it later…

…. Time passed, and I hear voices outside the temple. I heard only incoherent mumbling and couldn't make out who's they were, because of the giant stone doors. I heard a loud cry of pain and then an angered yell. I didn't even have time to process anything as Link came flying through the Temple and into the Gate of Time. He looked scared out of his mind, yet determined, and didn't even notice I was still here. What would have caused him to run so fast through the gate? Maybe he was worried about Her Grace (or Zelda as she preferred to be called), but that didn't explain the other voices I heard.

All of my questions were answered as the King of Demons and his Demon Lord walked through the doors of the Temple.

Both of their eyes locked on me; Ghirahim's face showed pure hate and scorn, while Demise's morphed into a sick smile.

"Ghirahim, it looks like the Goddess left us a little gift. Since I did not get to spill all of the life blood of that boy, guess we will just have to make do.

Ghirahim's face slowly went from hateful to his signature evil smirk and eyes filled with blood lust.

Demise

I looked at the sheikah. She was utterly shocked and despite her outward brave front, I could see the terror in her eyes. "Well, sheikah, tell me before you die", I chuckled cruelly as she glared at me, "how does it feel to know that your goddesses chosen hero has failed? Or, better yet, how does it feel to know that everything you cherish will soon cease to exist?" I slowly walked closer to her with a measured step as I said this, but merely to gain her attention as Ghirahim silently slipped behind her; I had her full attention and she didn't even notice as he slowly circled her.

"…" she refused to answer me as I looked at her, she did however give me a defiant, hate filled glare; ah…defiance, how I hate it, the only person I know who hates defiance more than I happens to be Ghirahim…. "Well, your hero doesn't seem like he cared much for you, seeing as he ran through here without even sparing the time to tell you to run."

"Did he see you and just refuse to be bothered with you? Or was he just too busy running like a coward from his fate?" Throughout all of this her expression slowly cracked went from unwavering confidence and courage to doubt.

Ghirahim had successfully worked his way around her usually high guard to stand right behind her. He snapped and made his sword appear in his hand and before she could comprehend what the noise had been, he had bend over her body on the ground to put the sword around her throat.

"Well sheikah, if you don't wish to speak to me, I suppose there is no other use for your existence. Ghirahim, enjoy yourself, but don't keep me waiting long…" He heard the barley concealed threat in my voice.

"Yes, Master." I walked away but stayed nearby, I wanted to hear their interaction; it would most likely be entertaining.

"Well sheikah, I do believe that this is way overdue." I could hear his hate for this Sheikah-woman in his voice as he whispered it into her ear from behind; he did this merely for convenience. I do not feel he gets much enjoyment out of invading her personal space. Normally he does this just to see and relish his victim's reactions alone, but she showed no change of emotions and this seemed to bore him.

I couldn't see his face, but I imagine it would be a look that was somewhere between a mixture of excitement, annoyance, and mirth.

"No matter your intent, someone will stop the both of you and you will forever regret your existence, you vile scum of the underworld!" The sheikah spoke with undying passion, vehemence, and bravery; but even a lowly Bokoblin would be able to hear the restrained fear in her voice. It is quite foolish to try and hide fear from any form of Demon, we can sense it. It is very potent and hangs in the air like a smoke; we can smell it, feel it, track it, and depending on how close we are to the victim sometimes, even taste it.

I know Ghirahim could sense it too, I could hear him laugh. "Scum am I? Well, I can't have you calling me names like that. If all that is going to come out of your mouth is insults and treats, then I don't think you have any use for it, now do you?" I sensed a spike in her fear and heard a very loud snap. I relished in her muffled scream of agony as her jaw was broken. "There, much better." I could hear Ghirahim's satisfied tone as well while he spoke now. I could hear muffled, slurred insults coming from the sheikah, and a few more echoing snaps as Ghirahim responded. He summoned chains to hold her sill. Her garbled shrieks and moans flooded me with pride in my sword as Ghirahim broke her bones in retaliation to her insults. However, after both her arms were broken, as well as her fore-arms, wrist, and every individual finger, she still spouted insults and faith to her Goddess. I looked closer at her and saw her arms covered in blood and bones sticking out of her skin. Ghirahim was even more enraged by her defiance and it showed on his face even through the mask of calm and cruelty he tried to put up. Pride shown in her eyes as she noticed it as well.

Ghirahim growled in annoyance. "Sheikah, you are testing my patience. You will stop this mockery and defamation this instance, or you will suffer the consequences…."

I was growing bored and eager to continue on to proceed with my plans. "Ghirahim, have you forgotten about your pet? I'm sure he has already made it to his Sky-home. Do you want to give him a chance to escape?"

This urged him on. "No, Master" He said urgently. He snapped his fingers and his sword disintegrated into diamonds while he simultaneously produced a whip. "Is there anything you want to say to me sheikah, or do you rather wish to face the consequences of your speech?"

"Rout en 'ell 'emon scum!" *(A/N-rot in hell demon scum.)

"Fair enough sheikah." With that Ghirahim snapped again and removed her shirt until her back was bare. He brought the whip down and it cracked loudly against her back.

Crack

Crack

Crack

It went on for minutes, eventually I once again grew bored with her flinches and groans of pain and repressed screams when the whip cut deeper into a previously made wound. "Ghirahim…" He could hear the suppressed impatience in my voice.

"Sorry Master, I got carried away. Goodbye, Sheikah. Oh! And one more thing. As you rot in this time period, I want you to remember only one thing."

I could now feel fear and apprehension as Ghirahim spoke these final words to her.

He perused he nearly broken body and smiled in sadistic satisfaction. "I will be sure to make all of the followers of Hylia live out the rest of their days knowing that Hylia has abandoned them and that all hope is lost." As he said this he snapped his fingers and brought his sword back. He slit her throat slowly and she let out a muffled scream; a scream of rage at what he had said and also of pain as her throat was cleanly sliced.

"I am done now Master" He walked over to me and looked back. The cut he made on her throat did not hit her main blood flow to her brain. It had hit almost every other vein in her neck though; she would slowly bleed out. Whether she would die from lack of oxygen or blood loss just depended on her body. The look of her blood made my mouth water and I a feeling of pleasure went up my spine at the look of her in pain.

She seemed to be trying to get up, even with the chains restraining her movement.

Ghirahim looked at her and snapped his fingers, making more chains wrap around her and attach to the wall, making it impossible for her to move, even if she could have before. "I wouldn't want you to be able to leave here and get help now, would I sheikah? "

"Death is meant to be a private thing, Goodbye Dog." Were Ghirahim's parting words.

Ghirahim and I left through the time gate, Ghirahim was laughing as he left, and the last thing we saw as we walked through the Time Gate was the sheikah take her final dying breath before she slipped into unconsciousness that we were sure she would never wake up from.

I laughed as we traveled through time. It was extremely entertaining if you thought about it-

The very last thing she will ever remember is our faces laughing at her death.