Numb ✧ Ghirahim x Reader ✔

chapter 17

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QOTD: Favorite Zelda character(s)?
►Ravio and Hena

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"Annoying," Zant muttered under his breath.

He had transported the two of them to the hut where Ghirahim had left [Name] - using strange twilit portals. It was an odd experience to be inhaled into an aperture, and once they landed Ghirahim felt slightly nauseous.

But more importantly — [Name] was missing, the barrier had been destroyed, and there was a hole in the already-crumbling shack.

"Where would she have run off to?" Zant questioned, before snickering to himself: "Besides a Shadow Beast's stomach."

Ghirahim didn't hesitate. "Lanayru," he stated, knowing fully well [Name] would have most likely run back to Telma in Castle Town.

"She couldn't have gotten far. Come."

Another portal. Ghirahim grimaced as he was pulled upward, his body disintegrating into twilight. When his eyes opened again, he was in the Lanayru Province, namely the Zora's Domain throne room. He wished he could teleport freely throughout the realm like he used to. These portals weren't fun.

Within seconds of recognizing Zant - the executioner of their former queen, Rutela - the zoras erupted into a fit of panic.

Zant only sighed. "Rid of this unnecessary tension. I offer no harm, for now," he added, being sure to make his threat clear: he wouldn't hesitate to kill all of them if they got in his way.

Ghirahim couldn't resist a smirk. This amused him — seeing these... sea creatures... so terror-stricken. In comparison to the more stubborn parellas, the zoras were so much more intriguing. Zant noticed this and produced a masked grin of his own.

Perhaps... they could tolerate each other. Even if one was a Twili.

"I seek a woman of the Sheikah tribe. {H|C} hair, {s|c} skin. As for her name..," Zant motioned to his demon companion to continue.

"Maeraky." For once, he cherished the name [Name]; it was a matchless difference between life and death. He shamed himself for lying, especially to a henchman of Master Demise reborn, but he wasn't... satisfied. He wasn't finished sifting through [Name]'s secrets and history, and until he was appeased he couldn't allow her to be found. Yes, that was the only reason. Definitely. My apologies, Master.

"Maeraky..." Zant tested the name out, his voice quiet, only audible to Ghirahim. He sensed suspicion in that; rarely was a simple human named after a god. Ghirahim remained stoic.

He was personally acquainted with the original demon Maeraky, before her death in the war against Hylia. She was not a god in the slightest, contrary to the popular myths and legends surrounding her. Her deeds in the battle of the Demon and Surface tribes were much less than valiant; she was weak and foolish. Just like [Name], Ghirahim sneered.

"Find Maeraky!" Zant declared, and they watched as the zoras scrambled beneath the water and disappeared into the waves. The Twilight King then turned to the demon.

"I will search elsewhere. You, keep guard here," he stated, and disappeared into the twilight. Ghirahim grumbled to himself. He never did like fish.

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[Name] stepped out of Telma's Bar after checking in on the Resistance one last time. Aside from Hena, she felt as if they were the only people she could trust, lean on completely. Even if she was a traitor to their ideals... Kind of... But they never questioned her about her own opinions, so she supposed their trust was mutual. For now.