Numb ✧ Ghirahim x Reader ✔

chapter 28

QOTD: NON-ZELDA RELATED BUT
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"I thought I sensed another."

Lord Demise's guttural voice was thick and rasped, sending shivers down the demon's back. No matter how much time had passed, he could never forget the godly whispers of the omnipotent King Demise.

"Tell me — from how far into the future are you from?"

Ghirahim bowed, a hand over his chest. "Millenniums, Master. I've come to return myself to you."

"Millenniums . . ." He glanced down at the sword in his hand, which carried a duplicate of the servant in front of him. They were identical, yet something was... off. As perceptive as always, Demise snapped his head back up to the time traveler.

"You're tainted," he stated. "The stench of a servant of the goddess."

A Sheikah — [Name].

Ghirahim didn't hesitate to explain. "I've deceived such an embarrassment of a child into aiding me."

"I take it I must no longer exist, if you resorted to returning to this era."

"You most certainly do, my lord." Ghirahim smiled. "In another form, yes, however no disguise can ever truly mask your extravagance."

Demise rolled his eyes at the buttery language. He wouldn't accept any of the compliments, as genuine as they were. Instead he grunted. "Then why return?"

"Pardon my being frank — reborn, you aren't a sliver the king you are now. You call yourself a god, yet you rely on the lowly Twili for freedom." Upon finishing his statements, Ghirahim felt his cheeks heat up. He lamented speaking to his master in such a fashion, yet found no way to sugarcoat this.

"Freedom," Demise's tone implored Ghirahim to elaborate, though he never raised his voice. He'd never submit to directly requesting something of the demon; always demanding.

"They trapped you in this realm, your own creation," Ghirahim explained. "And you've lost the ability to alter it..."

The Demon King's eyes narrowed, seeming to pierce through his ageless servant. "I'm surprised," he said. He shifted his weight. "For you to insult me in such a way — it seems as though the goddess's servant you mentioned has influenced you... even if you were unaware."

Ghirahim's jaw tightened. Of course she had. Against his will, definitely, though he was aware of every painstaking moment of it. She was utterly breathtaking, and had captivated every bit of him. Even if she was clueless concerning their master-servant contract, she had full control over him.

His "betrayal" was a ruse, of course, to make it easier... on both of them.

If [Name] thought their entire relationship was all an act, she should lose the will to live, he assumed. Though perhaps that was just his cockiness getting the best of him.

He would allow [Name] to die so that he could save Demise, then return to the past and save her, too. His plan seemed foolproof when he first concocted it. But now he was beginning to doubt the outcome will be like what he had in mind.

"I belong to only one," Ghirahim insisted, bowing before his master. "None other than you, my lord."

Demise grinned. "Then humor me — explain every detail of my supposed 'death.'" He straightened his back, readying for some story to jeer at. Ghirahim's eyes glowered as he recalled the day. He had no memories of Link and Demise's battle itself, as he was unconscious within the King's blade at the time. But he knew the aftermath all too well.

"The skyrat," he growled.

"That puny thing?" Demise barked out a series of strained laughter. "What mirthful sarcasm."

"I speak the truth, Master. I will not allow you to wither again, mark my words."

For as loyal as Ghirahim was to the King of Darkness, he would go against any order if only to ensure his master's safety.