06-01-2015, 05:36 AM
High above the island, the Rathalos floated upon a thermal, the warm afternoon sun providing its mighty wings with plenty of lift. And though the beast held steady in the sky, its rider yet had trouble remaining on it. The Gerudo’s left arm, useless to him since his fight with Gilgamesh, still dripped blood, the droplets falling like rain from the sky and staining the Rathalos’ scales a ruddy reddish-brown. With every flap of its wings, the exposed bone scratched along his plate mail, eliciting a pain-stifling grunt from Ganondorf. His one good hand clutched tightly at the nape of the dragon, its lone support holding him in place as his pain and weakness threatened to cause his collapse at any moment.
Far below, the island seemed nearly a play set for a child, only the mountain itself rivaling the height at which the Rathalos flew. The Dark Lord looked down upon it and a scowl twisted his lips. He was a fool for ever coming here; A fool for buying into Karl Jak’s promises of riches, power, and fame. This place was a meat grinder with people going in one side, and death out the other. So much death, too. While Ganondorf wasn’t at all upset about the majority of them, even those he’d had a personal hand in, one in particular dug at his pride and mind: the boy’s. It was strange to think that Ganondorf wouldn’t be happy to have his rival dead, but he wasn’t. Link had proven to be a valuable ally on this island, surprisingly providing some sage advice, and having saved the Gerudo’s skin on multiple occasions. And now he was dead… and Ganondorf had once again failed to protect someone. In his mind’s eye, he could see Firani again, her dead, tear-filled eyes looking up at him. He could see Link as well, the massive hole in his chest exposing the flesh within. They stared at him, their eyes accusing him, berating him for his weakness, for his inability to shield them from their fate.
The Demon King’s scowl turned into a growl as his wolfish eyes bored down at the island below. He thought, briefly, about taking the Rathalos back and enacting his revenge on that white-haired child and his green companion. But, he’d only ensure that Link would have him for company outside of the Abyss if he did so. And besides, they weren’t to blame. Not truly. Even Karl Jak was merely a player in the grand scheme of things. For, at the root of it all, it was Omni who had allowed this to happen. Or rather, it was the freedom he had given to the people here. If Omni were a true God, he could have stopped this all. It certainly would have been within his power to do so. And yet, the white bastard had allowed this travesty to happen, and look at what it had brought about. So much death, and merely as entertainment.
And thusly did the Dark Lord resolve himself to a new task here. No longer would he merely attempt to sway the hearts of the people to his side. To curry favor with them. No. They needed a strong hand to guide them, to lead them, to force them onto the path of peace. He would be that hand. There would be no destruction this time, not like when he ruled Hyrule. No passive ruler sitting upon a throne while the world continued to move as it wished. Ganondorf would become their King… no. He would become their God. He would cast Omni down and take his rightful place on the seat of power. Then, and only then, would the world be right again. Then would the world know true peace.
Far below, the island seemed nearly a play set for a child, only the mountain itself rivaling the height at which the Rathalos flew. The Dark Lord looked down upon it and a scowl twisted his lips. He was a fool for ever coming here; A fool for buying into Karl Jak’s promises of riches, power, and fame. This place was a meat grinder with people going in one side, and death out the other. So much death, too. While Ganondorf wasn’t at all upset about the majority of them, even those he’d had a personal hand in, one in particular dug at his pride and mind: the boy’s. It was strange to think that Ganondorf wouldn’t be happy to have his rival dead, but he wasn’t. Link had proven to be a valuable ally on this island, surprisingly providing some sage advice, and having saved the Gerudo’s skin on multiple occasions. And now he was dead… and Ganondorf had once again failed to protect someone. In his mind’s eye, he could see Firani again, her dead, tear-filled eyes looking up at him. He could see Link as well, the massive hole in his chest exposing the flesh within. They stared at him, their eyes accusing him, berating him for his weakness, for his inability to shield them from their fate.
The Demon King’s scowl turned into a growl as his wolfish eyes bored down at the island below. He thought, briefly, about taking the Rathalos back and enacting his revenge on that white-haired child and his green companion. But, he’d only ensure that Link would have him for company outside of the Abyss if he did so. And besides, they weren’t to blame. Not truly. Even Karl Jak was merely a player in the grand scheme of things. For, at the root of it all, it was Omni who had allowed this to happen. Or rather, it was the freedom he had given to the people here. If Omni were a true God, he could have stopped this all. It certainly would have been within his power to do so. And yet, the white bastard had allowed this travesty to happen, and look at what it had brought about. So much death, and merely as entertainment.
And thusly did the Dark Lord resolve himself to a new task here. No longer would he merely attempt to sway the hearts of the people to his side. To curry favor with them. No. They needed a strong hand to guide them, to lead them, to force them onto the path of peace. He would be that hand. There would be no destruction this time, not like when he ruled Hyrule. No passive ruler sitting upon a throne while the world continued to move as it wished. Ganondorf would become their King… no. He would become their God. He would cast Omni down and take his rightful place on the seat of power. Then, and only then, would the world be right again. Then would the world know true peace.