05-07-2015, 03:01 AM
The creature’s mirth turned to a dark glower, flame red eyes boring down at the Gerudo King. The scene around them darkened to match the beast’s mood, and its massive arms crossed over its gargantuan chest as it spoke.
“To think,” it said with a voice like death itself, “that one possessed of the Triforce of Power would have such fear of strength. Pathetic.”
A red anger arose in Ganondorf at his words, and a dark fear as well. The two fought each other, leaving the Dark Lord speechless in the face of such an insult.
“For a man with such potential, you continue to disappoint, Ganondorf. First the boy defeats you. Now that worthless excuse for a God. It seems that despite your bluster, you’re no better than any other fool out there. You’re a worm, Ganondorf. A waste of flesh and potential. Better you stay dead, than return to the mediocrity you call a life.”
The creature’s lecture continued, each insult burrowing into Ganondorf’s psyche and eating away at his ego. His anger continued to build, until finally the Gerudo could take no more. Such was his fury that, in spite of the enormity of the threat before him, he actually advanced on the being.
“Silence, beast!” Ganondorf shouted, eyes flashing in rage. “I am the great King of the Gerudo and the rightful King of all Hyrule! I’ve torn down civilizations and razed worlds. The mountains tremble at the very mention of my name and even the Goddesses fear what I may do! What right have you to question me? What right have you to insult the great Lord of the Dark?”
Without moving, the mountain of a thing allowed Ganondorf to stand chest to chest with it and listened stoically to Ganondorf’s tirade. At the end, a smirk tugged at its lips and it spoke again.
“There. That’s the passion that you’ve been missing, Ganondorf. Even before arriving in this world, you had lost your drive, and in that lost you grew weak. You conquered Hyrule, and there was nothing left to you. You were complacent, and that allowed your enemies to grow in strength. As for my right…”
The creature chuckled, a gravelly sound.
“My right is that I am the true Lord of the Dark. Everything that you are is because of me. You are the scion of my strength, and the weapon of my vengeance. For, I am Demise, the Demon King. Long before you flexed your muscles in Hyrule, I had fought against the Goddesses and the Hero.”
The Gerudo man scoffed at Demise’s words. The idea that Ganondorf owed anything to this thing was ridiculous. The King had fought for everything he had, including his power. For years he had honed his abilities and poured over dark tomes. He had engaged in countless sparring matches against other Gerudo to master his combat abilities. And yet, when Ganondorf looked into Demise’s eyes, he could see that there was some truth in his words.
“You speak as though you know me, Demise. Yet, you obviously know nothing. You spoke of me fearing power, yet I fear no man, woman, or beast. You claim to be the progenitor of my strength, yet you fail to realize the effort I put into becoming what I am now. Whether I am the scion of your power and revenge or not is a moot point. What I am now, and what I will become is in MY hands, not yours.”
Demise’s glower returns, his flame-filled eyes glowing in intensity as he spoke.
“I know more than you think, boy. It’s not the power of others that you fear. It is your own. Against the boy, you held back and fell to his blade. You thought to out think him and in the end you were out fought. This Enel should have been no more than a trifling matter for you to dispose of, yet you held back again. You refused to use your strength and you lost. Even your victories were close matters, as shown by your infantile move against the wench and the sacrificial ploy against the boy. The only time you were truly in command of the battle was when you let go and became the beast. IT knows how to use your gifts, and because it does you were able to go toe to toe with that dragon.”
As much as Ganondorf wanted to rebuke Demise’s words, to call him a fool and to dismiss him as such, the Gerudo King knew he spoke the truth. And it galled him to the core.
“To think,” it said with a voice like death itself, “that one possessed of the Triforce of Power would have such fear of strength. Pathetic.”
A red anger arose in Ganondorf at his words, and a dark fear as well. The two fought each other, leaving the Dark Lord speechless in the face of such an insult.
“For a man with such potential, you continue to disappoint, Ganondorf. First the boy defeats you. Now that worthless excuse for a God. It seems that despite your bluster, you’re no better than any other fool out there. You’re a worm, Ganondorf. A waste of flesh and potential. Better you stay dead, than return to the mediocrity you call a life.”
The creature’s lecture continued, each insult burrowing into Ganondorf’s psyche and eating away at his ego. His anger continued to build, until finally the Gerudo could take no more. Such was his fury that, in spite of the enormity of the threat before him, he actually advanced on the being.
“Silence, beast!” Ganondorf shouted, eyes flashing in rage. “I am the great King of the Gerudo and the rightful King of all Hyrule! I’ve torn down civilizations and razed worlds. The mountains tremble at the very mention of my name and even the Goddesses fear what I may do! What right have you to question me? What right have you to insult the great Lord of the Dark?”
Without moving, the mountain of a thing allowed Ganondorf to stand chest to chest with it and listened stoically to Ganondorf’s tirade. At the end, a smirk tugged at its lips and it spoke again.
“There. That’s the passion that you’ve been missing, Ganondorf. Even before arriving in this world, you had lost your drive, and in that lost you grew weak. You conquered Hyrule, and there was nothing left to you. You were complacent, and that allowed your enemies to grow in strength. As for my right…”
The creature chuckled, a gravelly sound.
“My right is that I am the true Lord of the Dark. Everything that you are is because of me. You are the scion of my strength, and the weapon of my vengeance. For, I am Demise, the Demon King. Long before you flexed your muscles in Hyrule, I had fought against the Goddesses and the Hero.”
The Gerudo man scoffed at Demise’s words. The idea that Ganondorf owed anything to this thing was ridiculous. The King had fought for everything he had, including his power. For years he had honed his abilities and poured over dark tomes. He had engaged in countless sparring matches against other Gerudo to master his combat abilities. And yet, when Ganondorf looked into Demise’s eyes, he could see that there was some truth in his words.
“You speak as though you know me, Demise. Yet, you obviously know nothing. You spoke of me fearing power, yet I fear no man, woman, or beast. You claim to be the progenitor of my strength, yet you fail to realize the effort I put into becoming what I am now. Whether I am the scion of your power and revenge or not is a moot point. What I am now, and what I will become is in MY hands, not yours.”
Demise’s glower returns, his flame-filled eyes glowing in intensity as he spoke.
“I know more than you think, boy. It’s not the power of others that you fear. It is your own. Against the boy, you held back and fell to his blade. You thought to out think him and in the end you were out fought. This Enel should have been no more than a trifling matter for you to dispose of, yet you held back again. You refused to use your strength and you lost. Even your victories were close matters, as shown by your infantile move against the wench and the sacrificial ploy against the boy. The only time you were truly in command of the battle was when you let go and became the beast. IT knows how to use your gifts, and because it does you were able to go toe to toe with that dragon.”
As much as Ganondorf wanted to rebuke Demise’s words, to call him a fool and to dismiss him as such, the Gerudo King knew he spoke the truth. And it galled him to the core.