Kingdom of Power, of Courage, and of Wisdom

Rebel's War - Demon vs Courage

-Demon Ganondorf Dragmire-

Roaring, Ganon swerved around the dragon for another pass to claw at it, only to receive its tail in his face. The demon was thrown aside and fell a fair distance. He had to take a moment to recover and take to the air again. He growled as he looked up. Both opponents refused to relent, but it was no matter. Ganon knew he was all powerful! He knew no creation of the Triple Goddesses nor of the Twilight Pantheon could best him!

He quickly lifted himself higher to better chase after his foes, but a crackling sound reached him first. Ganon stopped to look down, and he immediately had to swerve away. A great beam of light nearly struck him as it shot into the sky. The light cut through the clouds and disappeared just as fast as it rose. Growling, Ganon searched downwards for the source of the attack. How dare they strike at him! He mentally screamed. He'll kill them!

His attention and anger shifted, the demon fell from the clouds and over the city. He stopped and perched himself atop a destroying building. He sniffed the air. Blood. He smelled a great deal of blood and sweat in the air, but he could tell there was something else. Something that spoke to him. He kept sniffing until it came to him.

He smelled Wisdom.

Ganon's triangle stirred, and he growled deeply. He recognized one other smell: Courage. Ganon howled in fury. He hated it! He hated Courage and Wisdom! He was cast out of this realm once by them, and he'd happily damn himself again if he took them with him! A trail of blood led in a particular direction, and he sensed Courage and Wisdom were also that way.

The demon leaped into the air, extended his wings, and flew to another roof. The blood continued on, as did the familiar scent of his kin. Again, he flew a short distance. It wasn't until the third time he came across the end of the trail. He saw a couple Twilight dead in the street and a man walking below. He crawled along a roof, sniffing. The blood was close. He smashed the roof and fell into the space below. It was a small space, but his prey was close. A stifled squeal drew his attention. He turned sharply toward the sound, his nose and eyes flaring and expelling smoke.

Slowly, the demon crawled forward. His claws touched the sticky blood on the floor, and he licked at it as he crawled. The blood trail led to a crevice under the stairs where a couple sat, crammed and hiding. Both were heavily wounded, but the male was much more so. The male was unconscious, but the female was awake. She pointed a blade at his face. It wavered greatly. She openly bled and was in clear fear of him. He liked that.

Ganon snarled and crawled closer. He smelled her fear, her hesitation. He loved it. Yet she was also familiar. The scent of Wisdom and Courage came from them, but it was odd. Despite being so close, it smelled faint. The female whispered something, but it mattered little to him. He crawled right up to her. The blade fell from her hand, and she leaned back as far as she could while still holding the male. She seemed to have dragged him from somewhere.

Following the scent, Ganon looked at their hands. It was faint, too faint. He sniffed further and realized they had nothing. He growled. He could have sworn they had the pieces.

The front door opened, and a man in armor- or rather, a skeleton in armor- entered. It stopped as soon as it saw the demon.

"Oh. You," The skeleton man said.

"You're looking for it... aren't you?" The girl whispered to Ganon. Her fear went away after she saw the man. If anything, she turned defiant. "You're looking for my Mark?" He did not answer. He didn't plan to. Despite this, the girl pointed at the intruder. "He has it."

The demon looked closer at the intruder, and his eyes narrowed on its hand. He realized this man was both Courage and Wisdom! He had both! This was the scent! But it wasn't just Courage and Wisdom he smelled. Ganon sniffed deeper until it came to him. It was him! The one who damned him! He snarled at his fiercest yet and rose to his feet. His final prey had been chosen. Never had he hated any man as much as him. Never had he wanted to kill so much.