Of Kings, Gods, and Girls [Ganondorf, Enel]

[Enel]

As Ganondorf’s body faded, Enel felt his own body tingle. His shoulders shook, no energy left to laugh, but rocked nonetheless with the euphoria of his victory.

And what was this … this power? The God help one mighty hand up to his visage and surveyed the bubbles of rainbow light soaking into his skin. Was he … taking the power of the fallen Ganondorf?

So this is how the game is played.

Despite his elation, Enel was still in pain. As the adrenaline began to subside, he began to feel his broken ribs; his bruises; his broken nose; his right ear, nigh torn off; and the burnt skin around his face from the rejection of his own attack. The memory of Ganondorf, blood boiling and skin sizzling away, dulled the pain only slightly.

“We-ench!” he cried hoarsely as he stumbled away from the battlefield, half-tripping as he struggled to stay on his feet. “Help… You have to help me.” He spotted the woman at the side of the battlefield through bloodied eyes. She didn’t look happy; as unreadable as he found the detestable dark skinned woman, he could tell that much. Still, he headed towards her, extending a hand. “Heal me. I command you …”

She stepped backwards as he moved and he lost his balance. Despite his godly power, he found himself lying on the ground beneath this mere mortal. Such sacrilege, and yet … he had to survive. He looked up, glaring. “Heal me!” he repeated, with increased imperative.

He saw the woman’s face change, her grimace submerge beneath those sharp features. She clicked her fingers, and the … service women he’d summoned yesterday appeared in a matter of moments. Why the hell were his wenches following her orders?

The disobedient woman spoke. “Take this man to the infirmary. See to his wounds.”

“Yes, mistress,” the consorts chimed in eerie unison. They disappeared and returned not minutes later with a stretcher, which they hoisted Enel onto.

As he was carried away, Enel kept his eyes trained on the redhead. Ganondorf was dead, but his servants continued to show him cheek. Well, he had plenty more to atone for. And she, unlike her master, would not have the luck to be granted a quick death.

He lay back down.

The blonde consort cooed. “Don’t worry, master. We’re going to take care of you.”

Enel gazed past the apron clad service girls, his eyes narrowed on the passing ceiling. He had no interest in them now.