Anger can twist a man.

It can take a quiet, reserved, hero...

And make them the monster.

Zant felt the ancient magics coursing through him like fire through a forest, leaving nothing behind but ash and ruin of what once was.

It had been long since he had been aware of what he was doing, every sin rolling off his shoulders as though rain on an umbrella.

A ripple of strength coursed through the Twili, and he could feel his limbs stretching. It was exetremely painful, unnatural, and he was glad the green-clad hero couldn't see his face. At least the vessel he was had enough sense to leave his helmet on.

Slamming his foot down, he turned just in time to be hit with an iron ball covered in spikes. Yelping, Zant felt himself shrink.

The Twili lost his balance, falling on his back into the cold ice. The hero's face was above him in that moment.

A tiny voice in his head screamed for the hero to bring the sword down upon his long neck, end it all. Another screamed for retribution. The largest screamed for his blood.

Kicking his legs, Zant compared himself to a rabid dog. He felt his throat raw with foreign screams. The hero moved, grabbing Zant's arms and holding him there.

Zant felt his ragged breath on his helmet, and he let out a short sigh of relief. It was all over. Zant the Usurper King had lost.

"You win." He managed to wheeze. The anger in Link's gaze confused him. He had won, surely a look of victory should replace this mangled look of pure fury. Link moved his hands to Zant's helmet, squeezing the sides tight.

With the sound of needles grinding against swords breaking the silence, Link ripped Zant's helmet clean off.

The Twili let out a sound of strangled confusion, his eyes widening. He felt his arms twitching, but he knew even if he moved Link would be sure his head rolled off his shoulders.

With a sudden rupture of the peace, Link grabbed Zant's neck and squeezed.

The air in his windpipe ceased its flow, and his neck burned. His eyes began to water, the tears pouring down his face.

He heard muffled grunts from the hero as he tightened his grip. Struggling to no avail, Zant batted against the Hero's shoulders.

Screams that couldn't get past his throat stayed, building up the pressure. Static filled his ears, along with the confused yelps of the Twili.

With a start, Zant realised he was no longer in the ice illusion. Rolling his eyes around the familier throneroom, his eyes rested upon another Twili.

Midna's eyes were filled with shock, her jaw slightly open. Zant filled his gaze with her beautiful face, stretching his hands out for her.

Black stars danced across his eyes, and Zant managed to utter one string of words before the darkness consumed him.

"My Twilight Princess..."