01-15-2016, 04:13 AM
A burning sensation washed through the King of Evil as Victor’s insidious syringe filled his veins with its vile concoction. The pain of the poison and the fire of his rage battled against one another; the Gerudo’s own body and mind their battlefield. He could feel his very essence being ripped asunder by the venom within him and he rebelled against it. No. This… boy would not destroy him that easily! His rage peaked, and for a moment, it seemed as though the fool’s gambit was for naught. The Gerudo King took a menacing step towards the man, single-minded in his desire for vengeance, and for a brief second the blonde cretin’s sadistic grin faltered.
Then the mysterious substance burning its way through Ganondorf renewed its assault and the King fell to his knees. Against the onslaught of searing pain… even the Gerudo’s impressive might was as nothing. Victor’s smirk of triumph returned in full, his demonic eyes seemed to revel in the man’s suffering. The Demon Lord’s vision faltered and faded as the pain became unbearable. Consciousness fled from him like roaches in the light and his body thumped to the dusty ground, unmoving. Soon enough, he was nothing more than dust and ash, picked up by the light breeze and sent out to become one with the desert itself.
Death. It was something that had become most familiar to Ganondorf. Twice before had he felt its cold embrace, and many times more have he nearly succumbed. In this place, this Omniverse, death was nothing to fear; it was nothing more than a brief reprieve from the struggle of life. A short sleep, after which one would awaken refreshed and rejuvenated.
This time, however, something was amiss. Always before, death would take away the pains Ganondorf had suffered under prior to its sweet release. This time, the pain had followed him past the icy threshold. Perhaps it had something to do with the vile elixir that blonde demon had injected him with, but not only had the pain persisted long after the Gerudo’s body had turned to ash, it grew ever stronger. And without the buffer his body provided, Ganondorf’s soul was subjected to the full brunt of the tortuous ordeal. A sadistic mix of sensations ripped through the defenseless man, and if he’d still had lungs he’d have screamed in agony. It made that wizard’s Crucio spell seem like a gentle massage in comparison; a feeling that would make even the most twisted sociopath take pause before considering.
The heat of a thousand suns burned through him, and the cold of the heart of winter froze him to the core. His very essence was torn asunder, twisted like a rope, scattered to the wind, and scoured to the bone. His throat burned for a drop of water, as though he’d never had a taste of that sweet liquid in his life. A million other brutal tortures were inflicted in that moment, that eternity, and the great Demon King found himself offering anything, hoping against hope, that he would simply be destroyed and no longer need suffer through the pain of existence.
That’s when he realized just what Victor had done to him. Ganondorf cursed the man’s name, a detail gleaned from a momentary glimpse of the devilish assassin, and his rage grew. The fool had Banished him! He had Banished the great King of Evil! The Gerudo had heard of this most heinous of punishments, the Dataverse had proven to be a wealth of knowledge about the Omniverse. But to think that HE would have been subjected to such a fate? Inconceivable! Then another thought came to his mind, nearly drowned out under the sea of pain. This pain, this unbearable agony that was washing through him… what if this wasn’t the end? What if this was merely the transferal process? If so… what worse fate awaited the great desert king when he finally passed through to his final destination?
Adrift in a sea of pain, frozen in that void in which time had no meaning, Ganondorf had no idea how long her suffered. The transfer itself was likely instantaneous, the Gerudo’s experience a mere hallucination created by a mind unable to fully grasp the alien sensations brought about by gate travel. Even knowing that meant little in that moment. Even if it was all but a construct of his mind, Ganondorf wanted nothing more than an end to his agony. Slowly, but mercifully, the pain DID subside, and the Gerudo King slipped gratefully into unconsciousness.
A voice reached out to Demon King, floating in from the depths of his subconscious to intrude upon his peaceful slumber.
“Foolish King! You let your guard down. You let that boy ensnare you in his trap and THIS is your reward!”
It was Demise. They may call Ganondorf the Demon King, but it was Demise who truly deserved the title. Every time the Gerudo was at his lowest, the bastard took the opportunity to twist a knife in his ribs. To belittle and insult him. The beast’s voice like brimstone boiling in a volcano, dangerous and unwholesome. The dark-skinned man balked at the demon’s words, the black landscape of his mind tinging red with his irritation.
“The dog had a far more potent weapon in his arsenal than I’d have given him credit for…” Ganondorf begrudgingly admitted in a low mutter. “Had it been a fair fight, I’d-“
Demise’s laughter cut him off, a deep throaty sound filling the Gerudo’s mind. When he spoke, it was with thinly veiled conceit.
“Fair? Boy, life itself is not fair! More than that, you pride yourself on your cunning victories. You should have been prepared for an opponent who could use your own tricks against you!”
At those words, lightning flashed within the darkness of the Gerudo’s unconscious, his fury growing to a head.
“Boy?!” Ganondorf shouted incredulously. “I tire of your-“
Once again Demise cut him off, but this time the demon’s voice held a tone of urgency in it which demanded that Ganondorf be silent.
“Channel your rage in the right direction, Scion of my Power. They’ve captured you. It’s time you awaken and free yourself of their shackles. Awaken, Ganondorf, lest you remain asleep forever!”
The demon’s command was so imperious, that even in the Gerudo’s anger at him, there was no choice but to do as he was told. His eyes opened, and with their opening, the world around him became clear. The pains of his battle returned, but they were ignored for the scene in which he had found himself. He was right to worry about what awaited him after his journey here. No… he should have been much more concerned.
Then the mysterious substance burning its way through Ganondorf renewed its assault and the King fell to his knees. Against the onslaught of searing pain… even the Gerudo’s impressive might was as nothing. Victor’s smirk of triumph returned in full, his demonic eyes seemed to revel in the man’s suffering. The Demon Lord’s vision faltered and faded as the pain became unbearable. Consciousness fled from him like roaches in the light and his body thumped to the dusty ground, unmoving. Soon enough, he was nothing more than dust and ash, picked up by the light breeze and sent out to become one with the desert itself.
Death. It was something that had become most familiar to Ganondorf. Twice before had he felt its cold embrace, and many times more have he nearly succumbed. In this place, this Omniverse, death was nothing to fear; it was nothing more than a brief reprieve from the struggle of life. A short sleep, after which one would awaken refreshed and rejuvenated.
This time, however, something was amiss. Always before, death would take away the pains Ganondorf had suffered under prior to its sweet release. This time, the pain had followed him past the icy threshold. Perhaps it had something to do with the vile elixir that blonde demon had injected him with, but not only had the pain persisted long after the Gerudo’s body had turned to ash, it grew ever stronger. And without the buffer his body provided, Ganondorf’s soul was subjected to the full brunt of the tortuous ordeal. A sadistic mix of sensations ripped through the defenseless man, and if he’d still had lungs he’d have screamed in agony. It made that wizard’s Crucio spell seem like a gentle massage in comparison; a feeling that would make even the most twisted sociopath take pause before considering.
The heat of a thousand suns burned through him, and the cold of the heart of winter froze him to the core. His very essence was torn asunder, twisted like a rope, scattered to the wind, and scoured to the bone. His throat burned for a drop of water, as though he’d never had a taste of that sweet liquid in his life. A million other brutal tortures were inflicted in that moment, that eternity, and the great Demon King found himself offering anything, hoping against hope, that he would simply be destroyed and no longer need suffer through the pain of existence.
That’s when he realized just what Victor had done to him. Ganondorf cursed the man’s name, a detail gleaned from a momentary glimpse of the devilish assassin, and his rage grew. The fool had Banished him! He had Banished the great King of Evil! The Gerudo had heard of this most heinous of punishments, the Dataverse had proven to be a wealth of knowledge about the Omniverse. But to think that HE would have been subjected to such a fate? Inconceivable! Then another thought came to his mind, nearly drowned out under the sea of pain. This pain, this unbearable agony that was washing through him… what if this wasn’t the end? What if this was merely the transferal process? If so… what worse fate awaited the great desert king when he finally passed through to his final destination?
Adrift in a sea of pain, frozen in that void in which time had no meaning, Ganondorf had no idea how long her suffered. The transfer itself was likely instantaneous, the Gerudo’s experience a mere hallucination created by a mind unable to fully grasp the alien sensations brought about by gate travel. Even knowing that meant little in that moment. Even if it was all but a construct of his mind, Ganondorf wanted nothing more than an end to his agony. Slowly, but mercifully, the pain DID subside, and the Gerudo King slipped gratefully into unconsciousness.
A voice reached out to Demon King, floating in from the depths of his subconscious to intrude upon his peaceful slumber.
“Foolish King! You let your guard down. You let that boy ensnare you in his trap and THIS is your reward!”
It was Demise. They may call Ganondorf the Demon King, but it was Demise who truly deserved the title. Every time the Gerudo was at his lowest, the bastard took the opportunity to twist a knife in his ribs. To belittle and insult him. The beast’s voice like brimstone boiling in a volcano, dangerous and unwholesome. The dark-skinned man balked at the demon’s words, the black landscape of his mind tinging red with his irritation.
“The dog had a far more potent weapon in his arsenal than I’d have given him credit for…” Ganondorf begrudgingly admitted in a low mutter. “Had it been a fair fight, I’d-“
Demise’s laughter cut him off, a deep throaty sound filling the Gerudo’s mind. When he spoke, it was with thinly veiled conceit.
“Fair? Boy, life itself is not fair! More than that, you pride yourself on your cunning victories. You should have been prepared for an opponent who could use your own tricks against you!”
At those words, lightning flashed within the darkness of the Gerudo’s unconscious, his fury growing to a head.
“Boy?!” Ganondorf shouted incredulously. “I tire of your-“
Once again Demise cut him off, but this time the demon’s voice held a tone of urgency in it which demanded that Ganondorf be silent.
“Channel your rage in the right direction, Scion of my Power. They’ve captured you. It’s time you awaken and free yourself of their shackles. Awaken, Ganondorf, lest you remain asleep forever!”
The demon’s command was so imperious, that even in the Gerudo’s anger at him, there was no choice but to do as he was told. His eyes opened, and with their opening, the world around him became clear. The pains of his battle returned, but they were ignored for the scene in which he had found himself. He was right to worry about what awaited him after his journey here. No… he should have been much more concerned.
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