Numb ✧ Ghirahim x Reader ✔

chapter 29

QOTD: Which dragon/giant whale has the best vocals?
►Lanayru!

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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.

"So I beg of you," he collapsed onto the ground, lowering his head. "Do not battle the skyrat, at least not until—"

However his sentence was cut short as Demise unsheathed his sword. Ghirahim's eyes flew open, his gaze locked on the monstrous jagged blade.

"Master, I—"

"You have betrayed me." The King raised his weapon, tipping it just above the futuristic Ghirahim's head. Said Demon Lord fluttered his eyes shut. He resigned to his fate. If it was at the hands of Master Demise, then he wouldn't object.

"I will die if you so wish. However, please heed my advice, my lord."

Another laugh, hearty and raucous.

"What kind of king takes orders from his slave?"

And the sword came crashing down.

. . . But the impact did not.

Cautiously, Ghirahim opened an eye. For a moment a tender warmth spread throughout his chest. He wondered if his master had decided to spare him.

But it was not the king offering him a merciful gaze like he imagined - rather, a humanoid figure hidden behind a dark grey cloak. They collapsed, a crimson fluid sputtering out of their wound. They tilted their head back as they fell, meeting the demon with a pair of piercing red eyes. Those eyes that he longed to gaze into, drowning him within an abyss of crimson. They were stunning.

"She'll forgive you," they said, their voice rushed and throaty. As if something was constricting their vocal cords, and it pained them to speak. "So go see her before—"

A riotous hacking fit interrupted them. They brought a hand up to their mouth, catching the blood they spat out with each cough. Ghirahim could do nothing but watch — and finally, their body stilled.

A gentle banana fragrance rose from their body, pleasantly wafting into the demon's nose. Despite his hatred for the fruit, this time triggered nostalgia.

He scanned the figure. She was face-down, but strands of {h|c} hair were sprawled out from beneath her hood. He choked back the urge to tear up. He never cried, and wouldn't start now. After all, she was still alive somewhere — a time which he'd get to via Gate of Time.

Meanwhile, Demise chuckled, walking over to the deceased Sheikah.

"Oh..?. This is a surprise." He kicked [Name]'s corpse over, exposing the hollowed cheeks of her {s|c} face. Framing her haggard facial structure were ratted locks of hair, a bit longer than they were the last time Ghirahim saw her.

Her eyes were still open. The vibrant fire that once burned within them had since faded away, leaving behind a pallid shade of red.

He bit back a scream. Not of fear, but of disappointment in himself and this supposedly unerring mission. At least he found solace in the fact that a futuristic [Name] being here now meant he was able to save her from execution later.

...If that made sense.

"For a servant of the goddess to sacrifice herself for you..." Demise commented, twisting the tip of his sword against the ground. "Am I truly to believe that your complete and utter loyalty belongs solely to me?"

"Master..." Ghirahim mumbled. But he wasn't sure which "master" he was referring to.

Demise lifted his sword, returning it to its sheath.

"I will spare you," he stated, and his servant glanced up at him. "Simply so that you may burden the knowledge that both your master and sacrificial pet are dead. Now begone; take this thing with you."

Ghirahim's eyes flicked down to [Name], and he knelt down beside her. He slithered his arms beneath her corpse, lifting her bridal-style. She was lighter now, too, he noticed. He then exited the realm, teleporting out of Link's line of sight. The Hero had just finished ridding of those bokoblins. Convenient timing.

"Skychild," he called out. He gnawed on the inside of his cheek, teleporting to the uppermost ring of the Sealed Grounds. Link looked around anxiously, surprised at the call, but Ghirahim wouldn't deal with him now. As much as he wanted to. Demise's life would inevitably end here, but Ganondorf still reigned in the future.

And [Name] was safe... somewhere.

"So troublesome," he murmured, resting the girl's body on the grass. "As if saving one of you wasn't difficult enou—"

He cut himself off upon noticing a foggy mist, beginning to envelop itself around the corpse. He swatted at it, before realizing her body had vanished. In [Name]'s absence sat an idle cluster of bananas. His eyes narrowed.

Fucking Sheikah. 

He could practically see [Name], offering one of her stupid crooked grins. She was a master of deception and she knew it.

...Though, she didn't look as cocky earlier. When she "died." She'll forgive you, so go see her before... what? Rolling his eyes, Ghirahim left the bananas and returned to the Gate.

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a/n

DEMISE DOESNT EVEN HAVE A SHEATH AT ALL WHAT AM I TALKING ABOYT