Fallen Angel *Ghirahim x Reader* (Discontinued)

Chapter seventeen - Part one

Author's note: I am finally back with another chapter to this story. Thank you all so much for your patience with my story, I cannot thank you all enough for it. I do apologise if my writing is dropping slightly, I cannot help it now. 

I need to cut this chapter into two parts because it's longer than I intended. Sorry.

Please enjoy the chapter and thank you all again.

The sound of a stick snapping was what pulled (Y/N) from her clouded thoughts. Cold, hissing whispers pushed away all other sounds, drowning the area in a fog of fear. The whispers slid over her pale skin, licking and nipping her exposed flesh, ready to strike. (Y/N) looked for the owner of this venomous aura, her vision was swimming, unable to focus from the concoction of emotions she had been forced to endure. Pushing herself to her feet, she turned to run but only got two steps before feeling a sharp pain strike her arm.

"You're not escaping me this time." Mileena's words dripped in her own toxic venom as her claws sunk into her pale flesh, preventing her from escaping. Pulling her dagger out, the hatted spirit sliced at Mileena's arm, loosing her vice grip slightly but not enough to release the grip.  The whip-like tail wrapped around her throat, the ragged scales lightly scraped against her soft flesh, barely breaking the skin. Burning claws gently scratched at her throat.

"Don't bother trying to get away. I've spent too long trying to find you." Mileena's grip tightened as she spoke, cold rage scorched her skin. Darkness consumed (Y/N)'s vision.

The hatted spitit's eyes opened, her vision focused as she blinked. Her muscles ached slightly as she tried to sit up, cold clasping metal held her wrists, keeping her body bound to the ground. Pulling her arms up slightly, the gentle rattle of chains echoed. Pale panic wrapped within her chest, wrecking in her ribcage. A deep golden glow circled around her figure, all sounds were muffled as if she was underwater, trapped in the waves of the lake again. Her gaze shifted up to see Mileena standing with her arms outstretched, muttering words she couldn't understand. Her (E/C) eyes remained locked on the serpent woman, confusion seeped into her skin. What was sh doing? (Y/N) pulled at her chains again to break loose but it proved useless.

"Mileena, please don't. You won't help anyone." her words fell on deaf ears. (Y/N)'s head dropped down, tight, chocking sorrow twisted in her throat. Why would Ghirahim lie to her? She cared for him. Mileena's chanting grew more frantic. More aggressive. The golden glow around (Y/N) darkened, matching the colour of blood that flowed through her veins. A dull burning sensation ignited in (Y/N)'s chest, swirling and twirling into a pit of pain before exploding, washing through her blood. A pain-laced scream escaped from the spirit, the flames' icy touch scorched her bones. 

"Please, stop!" Mileena's words pierced her ears like her fangs, producing the same pain her venom did. The pain drained the energy from her muscles, preventing her from protecting herself against the pain, falling victim to the screeching flames within her. Grasping claws scraped at her soul, ripping away at it. The crimson glow around her cracked, sending a force that sent Mileena flying, and wiping the area of trees and the spirit. 

(Y/N) laid on the ground, the chains had shattered, her arms crossed over her chest and clutching onto her shoulders. Her knees brought to her chest. She could feel the claws raking down her spine, teeth gnawing at her flesh. Her bones were weak, preventing her from standing.

"Miss, are you alright?" her eyes peeked from under her hat to see a green-clothed male. Courage radiated from him, intertwined with threads of determination linked. So innocent. So pure. (Y/N)'s grip on her shoulders tightened, digging her nails into her skin.

"P-Please sir," her voice was weak, "Kill me." She needed to die. To protect people, she had to die. An icy spike struck her stomach, she clutched her stomach as pain bloomed. "Kill me. Before I become the wrong shape." the words dripped in desperation. She needed to be killed before the corruption consumed her. Cold claws scraped at her bones, playing her nerves like a harp. He didn't though. 

"Miss, I can help you if you're in pain. But I don't see why you need to die." he replied. (Y/N) snapped her head down, the burning ice erupted in her chest. Grasping and clenching at her lungs, the coldness brushing itself against her flesh as if it was a friend. Colour slowly drained from er pale skin, leaving behind a smudge of greyness, mimicking the colour of a corpse. Panic spiked through her.

"Please. Do it." Before the blonde-haired make could say anything, she lifted her head up at him. Her eyes boring into his blue ones. "Pull your sword and kill me!" An unfamiliar anger laced her words, she could almost taste the fear that suddenly surfaced in him. His hand reached for the handle of his sword, she lowered her head again, attempting to restrain the darkness that engulfed her body.

Link's sword rose above his head, much to his dismay, and he prepared to bring it down on the girl's head. The blade came slicing down but was met with another blade. Link's eyes looked up and he almost jumped back at the sight of Ghirahim standing next to the sick girl, his own sword in his gloved hand. 

"Skychild, you will not lay a hand on her." Protectiveness was stitched into his words as he pointed his blade to the green-clad male. Link felt confusion flood his body, his gaze flicked to the hatted girl who was still whimpering then back to Ghirahim. 

"Who is she? What's wrong with her?" Ghirahim ignored the questions, his attention already focused on (Y/N). Dread took concern's hand as they bounced around in the Demon Lord's chest at the glimpse of black veins plaguing her skin.

"(Y/N)?" Her whimpers fell silent, the warmth in the air rapidly vanishing, replaced by a winter's chill that chilled their bones. (Y/N)'s head slowly turned towards them, disbelief flooded Ghirahim. Her soft, (H/C) hair matched the colour of smoke, tattered locks. The hypnotic (E/C) orbs held no beauty, a void of white, empty of emotion glared into his eyes. Sharp teeth peeked from her chapped lips. 

"(Y/N), what did she do to you?" She gave no reply, a small hiss slipped her lips as she rose to her feet. Ghirahim snapped his head to Link. "Don't hurt her. She needs our help." he turned his head back to the corrupted spirit just in time to block her attack, her coal, charred hands gripped onto the black blade as she screeched at him. The force of the sudden attack made Ghirahim lose his footing slightly, sending him back a couple of steps but he kept his stand. His sword's blade was the only thing protecting him from her claws. Pushing her back, Ghirahim pointed his sword at (Y/N). He had no intention in harming her but he needed to defend himself, Link and, of course, herself. 

I'm so, so sorry this took so long. Writer's block hit me like a truck and refused to let me write this. I know it's a part one and I'm working on part two. 

Thank you all so, so much for all the support and patience with this story. I cannot express how much every read, every vote and every comment means to me. You people truly are incredible. Thank you all again.