Bond of a Demon

Chapter Twenty Two

Ghirahim, the undead demon and I were hiding in a small room in the factory. We hadn't run into anyone yet, but I could already feel motion through the walls. We'll run into something quite soon. I know it.

"Okay," I crossed my arms, "You've shown you're on our side, but we don't know what happened to you or what your name is."

The undead demon nodded and looked at the door, "I was once called Worf." His deep voice seemed out of place with the emotions it held, "I ran things around here. Originally, I was supposed to be the Guardian of the shard in this area, but Wenta released the soul eaters. There was a fire and I was burned badly. I took refuge in the water, but there was a soul eater there where I couldn't escape. I've been here since."

The story made sense... except for one thing. "But when Ghirahim's soul was taken, he was gone. How did you move around?"

Worf's eyes cast down in sadness, "Nevaeh. She cast a spell on me so I could move around as if I were alive. It was her wish that I assist the Demon King in this factory. I am technically dead, but I will remain here until I complete one of her final wishes... before she died."

Ghirahim stood with a slight frown, "I wish I could remember her. It seems she is... was amazing."

Worf nodded, "She was."

I looked away at the door, wondering what horrors lie behind it, "It sounds like she was important to you."

"Both her and Ghirahim young human. I was the family's royal servant. I watched them grow. I felt like an uncle, and I still do." He turned to Ghirahim, "You've grown into quite the king I knew you would be. I'm only glad I can help you restore your throne from Nevaeh's husband."

Uh oh. I never told Ghirahim what I'd found out about Wenta. The image of him kissing Ghirahim flashed through my mind and I winced inwardly. Ghirahim hopped up angrily, his yellow eyes glowing brightly.

"What? She married that... monster?"

Worf nodded once, "It was arranged. You three were inseparable at a young age. However, sometime after your coronation, Wenta changed."

Ghirahim's eyes flared again, "What changed? What do you mean?"

Worf held his slimy, charred hand up in defense, "What happened in the past will be a mystery until you regain your memories My Lord. All we need to do now is get that shard!"

I placed a hand on Ghirahim's shoulder, hoping it was in comfort, "He's right Ghirahim. We'll find this all out when the time is right. Just remember, Netti planned this all out carefully. We'll get there, just be patient."

Ghirahim's eyes dimmed slightly and he looked down at me with a slight pain in his eyes. "I need to avenge her Link. I need to know what happened. You don't understand!" He brushed my hand off and trudged to the door. "Let's go."

I disguised my hurt at his action, but barely. How can he say that? I've been here for him this whole time! Now I'm just some burden who doesn't understand? I followed Worf out of the room into a metal corridor. There was a right, and a left. Knowing nothing of the area, I looked to Worf. As did Ghirahim.

"This way, but I must warn you, soul eaters are everywhere, and we may not be as lucky as last time My Lord."

Ghirahim nodded with a look in his eyes that said he didn't care. I hope he's not stupid about this. Worf dashed off to the right, leaving Ghirahim and me to follow in his dust. I didn't take any time to think about it and moved. Ghirahim seemed off in his head, which worried me. Where are his thoughts?

Worf stopped suddenly and held his hand up, "Wait!" He whispered urgently.

"Soul eaters?" I asked quietly.