Ghirahim would curse the heavens if he thought it would actually accomplish anything. His Master was dead, and yet a heartwrenching ache now matched the loathing he’d once felt for Demise. Loathing for the being who had created him to be nothing more than a tool. Loathing for the God who had abused his loyalty so badly and yet held such power over him that he could not possibly hope to slay him alone.
Oh no. No, I am NOT pining for my dead Master.
Because he had spent centuries WAITING for someone strong enough to appear. Someone who could finally free him from servitude. Someone strong enough to challenge a god. Someone like Link.
With a savage grin, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony of his current situation. As a blade created to serve the king of demons, he had naturally been forged with a desire for blood. But Demise had apparently felt that he needed to safeguard the power he held over his own creation. The need to serve a master was so powerful, Ghirahim could only wonder that he had never felt it before. The bond had been properly severed, but he realized now with bitter disappointment that his nature would never allow him to enjoy his freedom. He needed a master as surely as any sword needed a hand to wield it.
And there was absolutely no reprieve from the aching hollow in his chest. No relief.
With a manic chuckle, Ghirahim set out to find the one person he’d hoped to never see again. But there simply was no other option. No other swordsman was skilled enough to be worthy of his attention, after all.
“Oh, Sky Child… I do hope you’ll be happy to see me, because I’m afraid you won’t have a choice in the matter!”
And I… shall not be useless!
(OOC: SORRY FOR BEING SO GHIRA-CENTRIC RIGHT NOW. ghdkafdjsklj I swear this is really a comic and not a series of Ghirahim pinup posters. It’s just that he’s the one character I’m really gonna have to work hard to establish properly. Link, Zelda, and Groose already got their introduction via the epilogue of the game! And as I said in the very first post, this story will have spoilers. It’s a SEQUEL.)
Ghirahim shuddered, a flash of black flames washing over him. Steel became flesh. He grimaced as his broken body began to repair itself. With a decidedly pathetic cough, he pushed himself upright. It was only then that he took notice of his surroundings.
Carefully, he rose to his feet. A fine patina of dirt from the temple floor clung to his face, and he gave it a half-hearted swipe with a gloved fist. He knew he was a mess, but then, he hadn’t even been sure he would survive such a wild gamble.
For the first time in his existence, he felt… lost. Oh, he knew this place. He knew it well. But it mattered not. Nothing mattered. He was like an arrow flying through the darkness. He was a blade with no hand to wield it. The empty ache was the one thing he had not anticipated.
Biting back a moan (stubbornly, he refused to allow himself to sound so helpless), he stumbled toward the heavy stone doors. With effort, he was able to pry them open. He was not bereft of strength, only of purpose.
And there She was. He needed no further proof than what his eyes now beheld.
He was finally free. The very notion was both exhilarating… and terrifying.
THERE WILL BE SPOILERS IN THIS STORY!
(OOC: These will almost all be in black and white, a style I can maintain very easily. I may accompany each picture with quite a lot of text, as this is a hybrid of fanfiction and fan-comic!)
And so it begins.
At first, nothing. He is a void. The emptiness engulfs him so violently that he is certain he must be dead. Where his master’s will once chained his heart, there is a terrifying sensation-
Ghirahim awakens within the ruins.