Many Small Creatures

Hylia’s redesign is sticking much better now.

FD is the ittiest bittiest of the Gods, even compared to most. So despite him being a head taller than most Hylians, he’s little when beside anyone else.

Poor Legend discovers in real time what the destruction to the mer suit means when you can still in fact transform. (Yes, his design as a mer is very similar to my original links au, I don’t care.)

Baby Legend probably doesn’t know how legitimate Piyo the first was when she declared she’d be a little in love with him for the rest of her days, but Din… Din knows. This bird’s serious.

The Boy in the Depths Once upon a time, there was a boy in the Depths. He was lonely. Once upon a time, in the Depths, a boy picked up a lantern, and lit it with blue souls. He decided to be a little less lonely. Once upon a time, in the world beneath mortal feet, a boy – born a demon – led souls to freedom. He chose to be less lonely. And a lonely shadow goddess watched. And – inevitably – took his hand, when he came for her.

A Place in the Sun Once upon a time, a boy and a girl were alone in the dark. One, abandoned. The other, forgotten. Both had been lonely. In the heart of a storm, a God amongst Demons saw what he’d discarded for its worth. And let himself grow hateful with envy. A boy and a girl – together in the dark. A Demon King – alone on his throne, having tossed aside his bride for power. The Demon King grew lonely. The Demon King grew bitter. The Demon King – great and powerful – allowed the ache to fester. Once upon a time, a girl teaches a boy how to walk in the sun. And loves him as he wonders at the world above, and below. And gives herself to him – without question – and he gives himself in turn. She is happy, and it is because of him. And so, the Demon King kills him. Takes her back, to his side. She is… alone, again.

The Sin Once upon a time, there was a Sun Goddess – who watched over the young Cosmos, warding the Gods and their play. One day, she looked into the Depths, and witnessed a Sin. She could not allow the Demon King to get away with such… folly. So she embarrasses him – defeats him, without question – and hands the mantle of Death, and War, and much, much more, to a boy from the Depths. The Demon King’s jealousy grew – the Sun and the Moon, dancing above his head. Both powers he’d longed to possess, with one granted to a soul he saw as… lesser. Thus, it begins. The Demon King rages, and tears them both from the Heavens. A new Sun Goddess is ordained to replace the one before. And the moon lay abandoned. Or… so the Demon King thought…

To Die Afraid Once upon a time, in the lands of the Dead, a boy grew… angry, and… fearful. He worried for her, and for the lands of the living. Worried at what would become of them, at the hands of the Demon King. He claws himself back to the Mortal Realm – bloodied, yes, but unbeaten – guided by the waning light of the slain Sun Goddess, from her grave in the sands. The Demon King thinks nothing of the first attempt, and sends him back to the abyss. And then he comes back angrier. And he comes back angrier. And angrier. Again. And again. And the Heavens watched.

Wrath Once upon a time, there were two sisters – as different from the other as night from day. Night was young, and had loved to play, and Day thought her safe. She was wrong. So the new Sun Goddess – the Elder Sister – came for her. She would fix her mistake. And for a time, the Heavens allowed it – but for all their love, she could not fight her sister’s fate. The Demon King came back for her, and Night became dark, and bleak. However – in the lands of the Dead, someone was angry, and afraid, and more with every Day and Night. And he is ever more angry, and ever more frightened, and ever more cunning. And then. He wakes up, furious.

The March of Death Once upon an age, something fierce stirred in the Lands of the Dead – something vengeful, something that burned with fury. Only this time, things were… different. This time, he does not hunt the Demon King himself – but his armies… and this time, he fights to win. He lays waste to the Demon King’s hordes – souls bound to service, unprepared for the doom that befalls them. So it is, that when the Demon King finds him – deep in the heart of the Lands of Chaos – that the Demon King simply laughs. For how absurd, to come back once more, just to die. How foolish. How futile. Frustrated, but amused at such audacity, the Demon King reaches for the power and might of his bound servants and finds… nothing. What the Demon King did not know, was that the boy from the depths was a boy no longer, but a man. And this man, the same that was once so easily felled, did no falter, or break. He strikes the Demon King down, tearing him from the Heavens, but… He does not kill him. The man knows better – how easy it is to claw back from death, and will not grant the Demon King sch a mercy.

(And this… oh this, the Demon King does not forget.)

This bastard screaming outside my window for three hours straight.

The wings on the necklace are the Fairy King’s actual wings btw. They aren’t like - corpse wings. He just stores his wings as jewellery to stop them getting damaged.