âIs that your theory?â Ghirahim asked, and smirked as the boy slinked backwards from him. He shook his head. âYou have much you need to learn, before you fight true demons. One such thing is that there will come a time in your life when allowing your opponent to make the first move will cost you your life.â
For someone who represented Skyloft as one of the more intelligent individuals, Ghirahim did not think this boy was very bright. Perhaps he was a fast learner, or even knowledgeable on the subjects that they taught in the sky⌠âYou are in a world unlike your home, and you have much to learn before you will hold any claim to knowledge here. There are places and worlds you will never see, and destinations you will have thrust upon you. These are things I would expect someone sent by a so-called âworthyâ goddess to know. Why do I require that precious girl? I require her because her soul will be one of worthy sacrifice to revive the ultimate god, my Master. That is more than enough information for you.â
Frankly enough that he assumed the little hylian boy would begin formulating a plan of some sort. Or in the least he would tell someone who might. He stepped away and scoffed. âIf you have no intention to fight, which I assume you do not based on your blade once more being sheathed, then leave me to my task, and to this blasted door.â Â
"I have and will always look forward to learning new things," he replied simply, watching the demon turn away from him while he busied himself in leaning against a nearby wall that was barely within Ghirahim's line of vision, waving for him to continue his task.
"As much as I hate to pop your assumption bubble once more, I will confess that it was not the Goddess that sent me with her blessing. I am here of my own freewill. As I have said before, the boy that is suppose to be here is currently still up in the sky, possibly awaiting my return." He returned his shield to his back once more and crossed his arms over his chest.Â
"So the girl is the only worthy sacrifice for your Master. As interesting as that is, it makes me wonder why your God needs a sacrifice in the first place. Then again..." He looked at his nails, flicking dirt out from under them. "If the forbidden scrolls in my Skykeep are anything to go by, this land was forsaken because of your God. Over a petty war, in which both sides lost their ultimate protectors, leaving both sides to live in separate worlds for quite a few centuries.
"To say that only she can revive your Master would insinuate that she has powers like the Goddess. Or is in the process of coming into them. That being said, assuming she is going to these temples to purify herself to be worth of the holy essence, you interrupting her and taking her now would not fill any purpose. If anything, you would be failing your Master simply because you were too impatient to wait for her to gain back the full extent of these powers." Vio hummed thoughtfully, continuing to watch the light fade around the door that the demon was so intent on passing through.Â
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Ghirahim came to stand before the young man, eyeing his unraised weapon and observing his tone of voice. He knew not why the âheroâ had yet to fight him, but he was beginning to believe that this boy had little drive to fight.
That made things interesting on a thousand new levels. What did he want, that he wasnât driven by motivation or emotion? What was he here for? Did he even care about the girl? That idiotic smirk that had come over the knight gave him away. Every purposely faltered step, every dart of his eyes. Watching the Demon Lord.
âDo I look like a mindless monster?â Ghirahim asked, raising his hands somewhat to cross over his chest. âYou are smartâI think smarter than the boy who should be here. Maybe that is why you came in his place. Your response is not determined by your height, or age, or innocent purple eyes, but did you truly think calling me by my title would anger me?â He chortled under his breath, then shook his head. âI am among the most powerful creatures you will ever have the honor of fighting, and here I am letting you have the first strike and going easy on you⌠Perhaps I am not the most knowledgeable man in the world⌠oh wait, I am. I will not be observed from a distance like a brainless moblin. If you wish to fight me, then fight.âÂ
Vio's eyebrows knitted together and a frown tugged his smirk back down to a neutral expression as the Demon Lord's demeanor changed. He had not been expecting that... perhaps he was not as blood-thirsty as his had first imagined; that certainly changed things. Regardless of that, he didn't put down his guard yet, just in case it was a trap.Â
"Only mindless fools make the first move..." the violet-clad teen replied, turning his blade the slightest bit so it was the flat side that faced the Ghirahim instead of the sharp, threatening edge. "I suppose you can say I am one of the more knowledgeable individuals from my... Skykeep. Admittedly, the boy that is suppose to be here, is reckless and impulsive. I, as you obviously have been able to tell, am not." He chose to not comment on the amusement he had brought Ghirahim since it was slightly embarrassing on his part to have misjudged the Demon; he considered it a blessing that his cheeks didn't heat up.
The knight took a step back from the Demon Lord, deciding that, perhaps now, it was marginally 'safe' to slide the sword back into its sheath. He kept his shield firmly in his grasp though, which would now be his only defense if he was attacked.Â
"Why do you require Her Majesty? What is to be gain upon retrieving her?" Violet questioned, his eyes darting over to the door which was still covered in ancient, glowing markings that flickered and had begun to fade over time. He looked back at the Demon Lord with a raised eyebrow, "Surely she is not that important."
Ghirahimâs eye twitched ever so slightly when being told his assumptions were wrong. What a cocky brat, to come to him now. âQuite a mouth for a boy who must look up in order to address me.â He murmured, but a moment later stepped back.
First one, then the other, Ghirahim extended his arms. The scarlet fabric of his mantle melted away, dissolved into the air around them, and with a âHmph,â he turned his gaze back to the knight. Perhaps his experience came from fighting the animalistic monsters. Moblins, goblins, skulltulas, they all shared one simple trait: They were mindless.
He moved, slow steps. One foot and the next. It almost was not threatening, save for the glint of the brown eyes. He walked with his hand in place, like he merely thought to snatch the weapon cleanly from the boyâs hands⌠and perhaps he did! What better way to tell a child not to play with knives than by cutting him with his own? Pain was a memory that all creatures had trouble forgetting.
Of course, as he strolled closer, he would have truly been a fool not to expect some sort of counter attack. Â
Vio's lip twitched up in a smirk; the comment about their height was amusing despite the situation. He opted not to rise to the bait, instead he took a step back and away from the demon. He faltered intentionally, hoping to mislead his enemy into a false sense of confidence. Unfortunately, the smirk he was wearing betrayed exactly how sure he felt of himself in the situation.
Lavender eyes watched every movement the demon made, down to the way his hand was posed up as if to snatch his sword. He almost wanted to test that theory but he held back; his unconscious need to walk away from this, uninjured, conquering his need to know how the demon would reacted. Because of this though, it left the two standing there.... both awaiting the other's move. He would have to change that.
He tightened his hold on his sword and shield, before speaking out, "My response to you should not be determined by your height, my lord," in his attempts to egg the 'villain' on. He was almost certain the man would hear him thanks to their uncomfortable proximity. His eyes flickered up to Ghirahim's eyes after a moment, and he raised an eyebrow in a challenging way, mocking him for his defensive fighting.
The door was more than a little frustrating, and he narrowed his eyes at it. He couldnât count the hours heâd spent trying to get through it, and quite frankly he became so frustrated that he slung his sword at it. The darkness against the holy door created a near-blinding light, but that wasnât what made him hesitate to hit it again.
The sword slipped out of his hand when he held it in the air, and a smirk formed over white painted lips. With his back to the presence that he was sure was there, a bit of a chuckle arose from his throat. âLook who it isâŚâ He mused softly. He turned, and a sparkle formed in his eyes.
âI assume you stand here because that tornado I stirred up tore apart the other boy. How disgustingly noble of you to come here, in his stead. Not that his, or your, life or death has any consequence. It is only the girl that matters now, and I know she is here. I can sense her here⌠just beyond this blasted door⌠You see, we plucked Her Majesty from her pathetic perch in the clouds, and now she is ours.â
He turned his attention to the boy. He was dressed in purple, a fairly noble color for someone so young and obviously inexperienced to claim. He wondered if there was any meaning to the color, or if it just was given to him by happenstance. It did not matter either way⌠Ghirahim did not foresee this boy being a problem.
âYou are not the imbecile that I expected to chase her down, but I suppose such blind stupidity deserves an introduction. I am the Demon Lord who presides over this land you all look down upon from your wretched Skykeep. This world that you call the surface. You may call me Ghirahim.â He glanced back at the door. âAlthough in truth, I would prefer to be indulged with my true title, Lord Ghirahim. You will find I am not fussy.â
In all this time with his back turned to the boy, he would have been surprised if he did not draw a weapon soon enough. He smirked, but this time faced his opponent. âWell now, little boy. Will you draw your blade?âÂ
The violet-clad teen raised an arm, defending himself from the blinding light that flooded the room before it faded back to nothing. Only when he deemed it safe, did he lower his arm and take in the being before him. A tall but slender form, gray skin, decked out in white with a red cape that honestly looked like it had come from curtain drapery, with snow white hair that contrasted the unusual skin tone. The blond looked at the being that notably had an obsession with diamonds- which seemed to match the 'Lord's' personality. At least, the cocky, rich person attitude aspect of it.
He scoffed lightly at the assumption that was placed on him, and patiently waited for Ghirahim to finish his obnoxiously monologue. Honestly, it sounded like the man simply enjoyed hearing his voice- which Vio had no doubts that he did.
Another thing that he took note of was how animated the Demon seemed to be. He obviously showed the slightest bit of intelligence, but that wasn't saying much considering the demons he had vanquished from this temple were all pretty brainless. Either way, Violet was smart enough not to underestimate anything. The other foes had been easy, but if this was their lord, surely he would pack some kind of challenge.
He placed a hand on his hip, pivoting it to the side as he reviewed everything Lord Ghirahim was saying and putting it all to memory, just in case he did not kill him. Had Green been in his place, he pondered, this would have turned out differently. For starters, Green would have drawn his sword, preparing for battle and perhaps yelling back at the Demon Lord about how he was saving Zelda- but Green wasn't here. He was. And because of that, everything was different. He didn't blindly jump forward in a rage- no- he analyzed, and he waited for his opponent to come to him.
His eye twitched at the 'little boy' jab, but other than that, he kept his expressionless mask tightly on him. Only when he was sure that the demon realized he had not, in fact, drawn his sword, did he do so with a drawn out sigh.
âIf I must,â he stated, sliding the sword out from its sheath and pulling his shield onto his arm. âI had my standards held high; it is a pity that you had to let them drop, Lord Ghirahim. Besides the wise woman, you have been the only life form here to truly show some kind of intelligence that does not relate to instinctual nature. It seems I have underestimated a demon's need for violence.â He didn't dare roll his eyes, but he was certain that his voice was strong enough to show that the action was there.
He would not put his guard down around this person. He had made it this far- he was not about to lose the chance to move forward simply because a Demon Lord thought he to be easily disposable because of his brother's foolish behavior.
âYou will find that your assumptions are wrong, in due time.â
He tightened his grip on his sword and shield and moved into a loose, defensive pose- knowing that if he looked vulnerable, he would have some type of advantage. Playing naive always seemed to work at the academy. At least at first.Â
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Boot-clad feet carefully stepped onto the tightrope, while the blond teen's arms stretched out to help balance himself as he walked across the black abyss below him. His movements were more than precise; everything was thought out to the fullest, and he keep his light lavender eyes trained on the rope. It was silly to fear things like heights. After all, death would all befall them one day, why dwell on fear when death would most likely come up unexpected? At least, that was his take on things. While he knew a healthy dose of fear kept people from doing stupid stunts, he also knew that if he did not face the challenges, he would not gain what he had come looking for: knowledge.
The surface was a forbidden place for obvious reasons; if the monsters he encountered were anything to go by. Fortunately for him, none seemed intelligent enough, thus far, to properly challenge his thinking. All were violent and wanted to wipe him from the face of the forbidden lands, but he was stubborn, calm, and collected. He took every challenge easily, never tiring himself out just in case more lied ahead. He rested often through out the journey to the point where he was at now, and because of his careful demeanor, he had avoided injuries of all kinds. He was a firm believer in slow and steady wins the race- which, in this case, was more like careful and precise, keeps his life.
Perhaps he was looking too far into it but perhaps not.
Silently, he stepped onto solid ground and walked over to the wall to the side of the massive door to slowly slid down it. Everything was calm now... (he prided himself thus far for cleaning the dungeon of all living beings) and it was the perfect opportunity to rest and tend important matters like reviewing his findings, which just so happened to be the beetle (a curious item, admittedly), and some type of puzzle that he had little doubts would open the door next to him.
He glanced up at the sword spirit as she appeared in front, informing him that if they wanted to get to Zelda, they should proceed through the door way as soon as possible. The purple clad teen paid little mind to the light nagging, simply countering with a soft, âResting frequently prevents fatigue. If a threat lies beyond that door, I will stand little chance if too exhausted.â
Fi seemed to accept his answer, nodding once with a âYes Master Green's brother,â before slipping back into the sword, silent as before.
He did not feel guilty to the obvious jab that Fi pressed into him about him stealing the sword his identical-twin brother had claimed. Why should he? He knew his brother's attempts to save his- their- childhood friend were noble, but running to the surface unprepared would have been instant death. Plus, how could he possibly pass up the chance to finally be able to see the new place that was finally open to him?
Nimble fingers rotated the puzzle back and forth, finding the intricate designs on the piece positively fascinating. Each block had a different design carved into the golden blocks. It was heavy in his hands, but he didn't care.
This was all very fun to him. There was finally a challenge to all of this. Everything here was different, much different from what the ancient tomes described- then again, everything was grown over. Roots protruded from stone walls and trees bigger than Skyloft existed just outside the temple. Colorful plants and new species roamed the forsaken land- it was positively the greatest place Vio had ever ventured. He was finally off that damned island in the sky- in a place that would prove to provide him with what he wanted.
The only downside was the fact that Fi was insistent on saving his brother's girlfriend. Perhaps girlfriend was too intimate a term, but maybe not. Either way, he was here, in his brother's place.
The Knight slid out of bed, fully dressed as he listened to his brother's breathing evening out. The previous day's events were stressful for him. He had, after all, lost Zelda, their childhood friend, to a peculiar tornado that ripped through their white terrain of clouds. All three of his brothers (Blue, Green, and Red), had been devastated, all wanting to run head first into danger, but the elders of Skyloft held them back.
Green had been on a flight, with his love interest in celebration for finally stepping into Knighthood earlier that day, when the disaster befell them. Violet had been reading a yellowed-with-age book of the lands below when the sight had made him cast his gaze just in time for him to see Blue making a mad dash to save Green from the same fate the girl had gotten.
Needless to say, the unconscious form of his brother, Green, had been transferred back to their room shortly after the incident. It took a bit of convincing, but he was able to get the others to leave leave only when he had promised to inform them when Green looked close to waking.
From there, already knowing his brother's plan to possible go below the clouds to save Zelda, the book-smart teen formulated a plan. Before long, he had packed essential items into a pouches that had magical qualities, before setting them under his bed for easy access as well as a shield.
Soon after Green had awoke and Zelda's father questioned him before leaving them to their own devices, Green had exited the room only to follow after an unearthly spirit. Needless to say, after following the two and eavesdropping on the whole entire hero conversation and acceptance of the Holy Sword did Vio come to the conclusion that he needed that sword if he wanted to get down the surface.
The promise of knowledge to his insatiable self was addicting and oh so thrilling. He had long since grown tired of being here on the island that only had so many books and tomes to learn from. Now that a new world was opening up to him, the only key that was not in his possession was the sword Green was granted to wield. For years, Violet longed to break through the impenetrable clouds, and he was going to do it- without his brothers to slow him down or rush him.
He didn't care for Zelda like Blue, Red, and Green did. All he cared for was the knowledge of everything- an impossible thing that he would still strive to obtain- even if new information rose day by day.
His mind made up, he geared up five minutes after his green-eyed brother had drifted off to sleep to recover some energy, before snatching up the Goddess' sword as well as his previously packed things before departing as quickly as possible.
Fi had not been pleased to say the least, but she accepted him as a temporary owner since himself and Green had the same blood running through their veins. It was from there that they both ventured through Faron, analyzing the area and helping seal the odd stake back into the ground that reeked of cursed aura.
The Sword Spirit pressed him time and time again to quicken his pace to get to the 'Spirit Maiden' but he did not. Over and over, he chided her that quality was rated over quantity- or in this case, efficient methods over the amount of time spent.
Soon after landing in the forsaken lands, he met with a disapproving old lady- one of which was very against him being there, but he paid little mind to her stern mannerism as she granted him the way into the woods.
Needless to say, with a little under a week, he had made it to the very location he was at now- taking his precious time with absolutely everything. Rushing into things was asking to be killed. Had he been mortally injured, he would have no way of contacting others after all.
He stood up once more and rolled his shoulders, not at all surprised when one joint popped softly enough to break the silence. The puzzle that rested in his hands was ready to be placed into the door. Idly, he tapped his foot lightly on the ground, making the numbing-needles go away before reaching up and lightly pushing the key into the slot.
It roared to life as he stepped back and he watched as the ancient lock spun for a few moments before hundreds of locks unbolted at once and grinded open. Lavender eyes trained themselves on the heavy door before he took a deep breath and pushed the doors forward, stepping into the dimly lit room that reeked of the same dark aura that the seal did in the sacred grounds.
His body was as tense as a bow's string as he took in his surroundings, the mask on his face showed nothing but indifference even if the darkness sent shivers up his spine and made the hair on his arm stand up on end.
On the other side of the room rested a door that glowed with the same holy force and markings that previously locked the run down temple. He knew from just one glance that Zelda was beyond that door. Carefully, he stepped into the light, but from there, he stayed motionless, simply waiting in the silence that clawed painfully up his rigid body. Â Â