Ghirahim was an uncaring being which made the realization he had come to all the more tantalizing. He could just as easily burn someone alive with no remorse, but when it came to the boy, the hero of time, the adolescent clad in green, the Sky child, it felt as though that certain feeling- pity- or something more would rise to the surface of his heartless self.

Realizing this, he felt himself give a content laugh of pure amusement. As if a demon could feel such!

He was at the end of the corridor, materials and first aid in arms- yet, he wondered why he hadn't just had the clueless followers do it for him, but he knew for a fact, they would be useless in picking out what to bring back be it a cold or a bleeding wound. The Demon hated mistakes.

Everything was silent, just as he liked it to be, but the sudden ear piercing yell broke through and interrupted the Lord's normally calm demeanor. He knew exactly where it had come from and snapped his fingers straight away.

He was hurting so much. He had tried to lift himself off of the hand that was now betraying him in order to remove it from his gaping wound, but as soon as he had done so, more blood had come rushing out in massive waves. He was already beginning to feel lightheaded; the pool of crimson encircling him.

He had almost cried out again in frustration when he forced himself to stop. He had a heard an almost mocking laugh from across the room. He knew that laugh all to well and was in no way eager to once again make acquaintance with the owner of it. He loathed that voice.

As soon as the Demon had made it to his destination, a shimmering sound of chimes announcing such, he was undeniably contemplating on whether he should not or should laugh at the sight lay before his very eyes. He decided to choose the ladder of his choices.

"Sky child, why is it that I left you on that couch and when I return I find you groveling on the floor?"

The boy didn't answer, though. His free hand continued to grip and claw at the carpeted ground in sheer pain. Agonizingly, he spoke with a weak voice and without bothering to look up at the Demon. "W-where am I and w-why are you h-here?"

Ghirahim quirked an eyebrow and frowned. "I have no clue what you mean, boy. I think I've told you enough. And," he gave an exaggerated sigh, "I'm a bit out of sorts...from having toyed with you not long ago, if you remember."

Link, as bewildered as ever, finally looked up and as his realization grew, so did his rage. "T-then, what happened?! Where's-" blood spurted from his lips, finally resting and staining the carpet beneath him a deep crimson color. Unable to hold his head up any longer, he settled for dropping his forehead against the ground while his body writhed in the sensation of fire running throughout his entire system.

"In all due time. I'll tell you everything afterwards." There was no humor in the Lord's voice.

Calmly, he stepped over to the boy and helped raise him from the ground, yet, Link gave protests and wails of pain, causing the man some difficulty.

"Stop that," he spat out; tempted almost to smack the boy upside the head for behaving so rudely.

Soon enough, he was leaning against the couch, breathing heavily- hand still lodged within his chest- while Ghirahim took to placing down his items and searched for what he knew was needed.

Link would stare at him every so often with waves of uncertainty before those waves were removed with that of the stinging sensation within his chest; his heart contorting and aching fretfully. "W-what are-"

"Mnn. It would make this much more easier if you were to keep your mouth shut, Sky child." His hands were now placed upon that of the teen's lodged within his own chest. "Now, hold still unless you want to be hurt again."

Link could have just as easily growled and yelled at the Demon not to order him around like some sort of simpleton, but once Ghirahim had moved his hands in order to remove the one trapped, he couldn't help but fight against the horrible sensation of fingers moving within his skin and against his ribs near his heart. He used his free hand to attempt to grasp at the demon's, trying his best to stop him from continuing any further. He tried, tried to pull at the other hand invading what little comfort he had left. It was all hurting so bad, terribly, he kicked back and forth hoping, hoping to hit the other so he could stop what he was doing.

Ghirahim would have none of that. Frustrated, he positioned himself to sitting atop the thrashing legs of Link in order to keep him at bay.

"You are being rather disagreeable, boy. Would you much rather continue bleeding to death?"

He didn't care. Not at all. He felt sick and lightheaded. It felt like someone was intentionally playing with his innards.

"W-wait," he chocked out. He could already feel the tears prickling at the corners of his eyes and tried his best to look away from the sight and blink them away. Nothing would help, though, his mind would only return to the uncomfortable feeling and soon enough he felt himself crying out. His hand wrapping tighter around the white man's. "Please-w-wait. It-"

"Child, stop whatever you're doing. I'll have none of that. How would you expect me to fix this mess you caused yourself?" He began to sound near agitated.

With a snap, Link's hand around the other's was roughly pulled away and bound with a chain against the couch.

He yelped out in terror and cried in pain when Ghirahim smirked and dug his hand into the boy's chest. He's going to kill me! He'll rip out my heart!

But, none of that happened. As quick as possible, the boy's hand was dragged out, blood trailing behind his still curled fingers. His bloody hand now lay limply by his side.

His breath hitched and he could feel himself loosing what little consciousness he had left. The only reason he stood awake, his sworn enemy was not a foot apart from him and multiple questions continued to wrack at his brain.

The Demon removed himself from the boy and stood to his feet; graciously dancing across the room and returning with several layers of wrappings and bandages. He set to sealing the wound immediately.

Link, in as much pain as he could be, groaned and sputtered through the blood inside his mouth, apparently trying to say something.

Ghirahim caught on quickly. "In due time," he repeated. "You can ask all to your heart's desire afterwards."

The boy coughed, the blood trickling down his chin, and frowned in frustration. He knew better than to stress himself. It only caused him more confusion, though.

"Look," the Lord spoke. "If you wish to sleep, then do so. If not, I'll have to beat you until you do since I can tell that's what you need. And, knowing you, you'll refuse even the slightest prospect of it, boy. Now, sleep before I make you."

Link, stubbornly, grit his teeth before uttering his final words. "I wished...you could just burn in hell.." His eyelids fell with swift movement and he was lost from the conscious world.

He hadn't chosen to sleep or bothered listening to the 'advice' the Demon gave him, his mind and body were merely exhausted and had no other choice than to do such. Sleep was welcoming in all it's demeanor.

Ghirahim chuckled, snapping his gloves from the crimson fluid and back to its pristine whiteness. "This, is going to be fun."

Across the room, the sword glowed softly.

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