Little Goddess

"What masterful execution," The Demon Lord preened, positively ecstatic at the successful capture of the Spirit Maiden.

That was of course before the most irritating noise assaulted his ears, The Spirit Maiden was unfortunately a small helpless child. Which made her easy to snatch up but more annoying to deal with. The cries of souls begging to be spared and the screams of the innocent were music to his ears, this outrageous noise was not any of those things.

"Silence, cease your insistent wailing this instant you wretched creature!"

The Spirit Maiden's bottom lip quivered before she let out the most ear-shattering scream he had ever heard. Ghirahim's ears pinned back against his head at the awful sound reverberating from her mouth. Seeking to stop the noise at its source he clamped his hand over the cretin's slimy lips. He could not help but visibly shutter when the girl stuck out her pink fleshy tongue and licked him. The creature dared to lick him—The Lord Ghirahim; his lip curled in disgust.

"How dare—"

The Spirit Maiden cooed, not at Ghirahim, no, she was focused on someone else. Ghirahim spun on his heel prepared to show off the flamboyant speech he had prepared. Only to be knocked in the face with the hilt of a sword. His head snapped back, reeling from the sudden impact.

"Link!" The Spirit Maiden cried, attempting to squirm out of Ghirahim's grasp.

Ghirahim, though dazed, held firm his grip on the wriggling child. His black eyes met those of his assailant; a pair of striking deep blue irises stared back. As he watched he noticed the small almost unnoticeable flakes of gray in the sea of blue.

Ghirahim's eyes were drawn from the Skychild's eyes to the sword in his hands. It was blatant that the sword was akin to himself, a sword spirit. Ghirahim licked his lips, now this was intriguing, the goddess chosen had descended from the sky.

"I thought that tornado I stirred up had torn you to shreds~"

Focusing back on his eyes Ghirahim watched as they narrowed, a dangerous glint that was not there before. A shutter raced down his spine at the sight, it was almost never that he got such a visceral reaction out of someone (not that he was around many people). It brought a certain joyous rainbow into his heart, the pain the Skychild must have been feeling was unimaginable. The darkness unbefitting of a hero clouded his eyes; it was breathtaking.

With a snap of his fingers, he sent the little Spirit Maiden up into the air. It would be best so they were not trying to fight around her; which would be the most unfavorable circumstances for Ghirahim. The hero inhaled sharply when the girl was sent skyward; only exhaling when she stopped to hover in the air above them.

Ghirahim stalked forward, amused at the distracted nature of the hero. The Skychild was splitting his attention between the Demon Lord and the girl above. Ghirahim grinned viciously, holding his hand in front of himself and letting his magic course through his fingertips.

"I cannot wait to hear the screams of anguish when I slay you~"

Ghirahim received no remark at his words much to his irritation. He tried again to get the hero to rebuke his affronts.

"Soon your little goddess will be in the grasp of my master."

It provoked Ghirahim's ire that the goddess-chosen hero did not verbally respond to his taunts, "What are you mute or something?"

"Not worth it," Was the hero's clipped response.

His Hylian was broken as if he had just learned to speak—Hylia chose such an odd person for her hero. Ghirahim clicked his tongue not that it had mattered he would prevail in the end; his master would be restored.

When the hero swung his legendary blade Ghirahim caught it between two of his fingers. With a flourish, Ghirahim tore the blade from his opponent's hands. He could hear the Spirit residing in the blade blaring warning signals into his flesh. Something was wrong with the blade it was holding back its true form; no, something was keeping it from doing so.

With a mocking hum, Ghirahim gave the sword a few test swings; the hero could only watch with wide eyes. The blade was of fair quality—nothing in comparison to his magnificent of course—the hero's blade was nothing to sniff at though. The sword was darkness-repelling, given the way his arm wielding the blade had gone numb.

The Demon Lord clicked his tongue taking a swing at the young hero. It would be in his best interest to not hold the hero's blade for too long, lest he gets a rash. Keeping that in mind the demon launched the sword in the hero's direction. Ghirahim had been aiming for the hero's head but he dodged and the sword got lodged in the stone wall behind where his head previously was.

The hero was quick to grab ahold of his stolen blade, freeing it from the wall. It was not as easy to snatch the sword from the boy again; he even got a swipe in. The goddesses chosen panted heavily as he moved oh so clunkily, he moved nothing like Ghirahim's fluid motions. The demon moved as if nothing tethered him to this earth, prancing around without a care in the world. However, it was clear that whenever the hero got a hit in the demon got increasingly more agitated.

"You are putting up more of a fight than I thought possible out of such a soft boy—no matter, I will end you here," Ghirahim stated, his arms turned black, diamonds fluttering around.

The hero shifted his stance, catching his breath while the demon monologued.

"Lovely are they not? Does their shape leave you... breathless?"

Ghirahim basked in the flushed face of the little hero; now that was a reaction he could work with. He made sure to flex his arms a little before they got back to fighting, with a snap of his fingers his demon blade rested soundly in his grasp. With a quick flick of his wrist, he parried the hero's rushed attack. It was blatantly obvious that the demon was superior with the blade, with his skillful strokes and swipes.

The hero was not so keen on giving up, as the demon's sword slashed at his flesh, leaving trails of crimson in its wake. Glancing up at the little girl counting on him the hero mustered up his remaining energy, focusing his attacks on the demon's weak points. How Ghirahim favored his right side and he made too many extra flourishes, the hero used the demon's moves against him.

Ghirahim was becoming more rash with his attacks, clearly trying to finish off the hero with his powerful strikes. The hero moved in after narrowly dodging the demon's swipe for his neck; using the tip of his blade he struck the demon's chest. Ghirahim let out a sharp gasp, slashing the hero's arm in retaliation.

The pair leapt back from one another both out of breath and injured. Ghirahim snapped his fingers, the goddess incarnate falling out of his enchantment. The hero lunged forward moving to catch her; unfortunately for him, Ghirahim was faster. Swooping in to elegantly cradle the Spirit Maiden within his vice-like grip.

"Now I really must go revive my Master~"

The Spirit Maiden took that very moment to clamp down on Ghirahim's arm with her rather sharp teeth. Today was not going how he had imagined.