Ghirahim wanted the hero, he needed the hero above everything else. He wanted to hold him close and keep him from the hurt the world dealt out to its unfortunate inhabitants, usually a very angry goddess of fate doing the dirty work of that. He wanted to keep the hero as his own, using him to the very needs that he wanted this hero for in the first place after all. He wanted the hero covered in sweat, naked underneath him and crying out his name while Ghirahim screwed him senseless, but he also wanted the hero naked and covered in his own blood, both dry and fresh, and screaming for Ghirahim to stop.

Oh, he was so conflicted in his reasons why he wanted Link, but above all else, he wanted that child safe from harm. It was unfortunate that he was also one who had to harm his precious little skychild. The Hero of Sky, her chosen hero… The pure and untainted holy child that was the target of Ghirahim's obsessions. A fly to a light and a magnet to metal. He was drawn to the light of the boy. He wanted the light for himself. He knew that his master would crave it as well, but that light was his and his alone.

Ghirahim put a plan in motion, and as the hero drew closer to his goal of saving the damned holy bitch, the Demon Lord would snatch him up as his own. He didn't know how, but he would strip the boy of his weapons and tie him to his bed. Tie him with restraints that he could still roam the room. How lavishly decorated and gorgeous it was. It would be the hero's room along with the demon. That was what he planned and what he did.

He swooped down on Link as Eldin volcano exploded, the hero going down. The bokoblins had been moments away from jumping on the boy, possibly stripping him of an innocence Ghirahim hoped he hadn't broken yet. For he was going to be the one who was. The young man shook beneath him, blue eyes staring up into soulless brown. Ghirahim pinned his shoulder down with one hand, straddled Link's waist and snapped. He blinked, finding himself on his bed, the hero beneath him, and he slid down, slipping the dirty, but lovely, soft leather boots off his feet, Link propping himself up on an elbow, watching in curious shock as Ghirahim snapped a cuff around his left ankle, chaining him to a post on the bed.

"Why?" Link asked, and Ghirahim looked at him, honesty filling his tone as he replied, not keeping anything away from Link.

"To keep you safe from him. Your light would attract him, and you would be a goner." Ghirahim crawled over him, moving soft brown hair from his face. Link's face was thinner than the typical male of his age, looking more like a young woman than a man now that he thought about it, and his eyes slid down, focusing on how the tunic seemed now. In a battle, he moved too fast for Ghirahim to properly guess, but his pants and tunic usually hid what Ghirahim had figured out.

He was a woman, and a young woman he did not know what her shape was like. Was she a stick? Or was she a very lovely looking one that had plump breasts and a nice tush? A hand slid down Link's side and she froze. He pressed the layers against her skin, feeling that her sides curved in a little, her hips a lovely size for bearing children.

That reminded him. Most women his physical age had already had a child or two. Link was on par with his age, or so she looked. But then again, demons stopped physically aging anywhere between eighteen (where he had stopped) or late thirties (like his master) and it was a little hard to predict when they would stop. Well, orphans anyways. You could look at the age of their parents and figure out that way.

"Have you had a child yet?" Ghirahim blurted out, ever so impolite of him. Know a girl a little more before you attempt to fill her womb with a child.

Link went stiff at the question, her eyebrow raised and she shook her head. "N-no. I wouldn't have a child outside of wedlock…"

"No fiancé, no boyfriend? Not even whoring yourself in the night for extra rupees?" He internally smacked himself.

"No, no attachments like that. I look like a man to others, so it would look odd for me to have a man beside me." The part that she did look male was true. Ghirahim had only found out moments ago. And now he was already thinking about filling her with his child. What if he couldn't have children due to what he was, or if that condition spread to others? He didn't know of many living weapons, but it wasn't something he wished on anyone. The burden of a weapon inside you was quite cumbersome at times. Far too many times for Ghirahim's comfort. All that Demise treated him like was that he was a bag of flesh and blood that protected the sword, a living sheath. Not a person.

"What's wrong with appearing gay?" Ghirahim looked hurt. His flamboyant attitude had him pinned as either a womanizer or gay too often by mortals and demons alike.

"Nothing. Skyloft's culture isn't something that welcomes homosexuality very openly. I think my professors were gay, but they probably did it in secret and why did you chain me up?" Link snapped, sitting up. Ghirahim looked off.

"I don't want you hurt. I want to protect you. Male or female." He started. "If my scent was on your clothes, your light already tainted by me, other demons would leave you alone. Being her chosen hero leaves you carrying power inside you too massive for any other mortal besides the Goddess's mortal husk herself." He reached a hand out and placed it between her collarbones, nestling at the hollow of her throat. He tapped her skin with a gloved finger. "I want that light you have for myself."

"Light?" Link's eyes widened. She was taking this very well, seeing as he did just kidnap her and chain her to his bed, not to mention, he was practically feeling her up.

"A sacred power demons covet. Now and then mortals go missing, and they're usually seen again as corpses, or skeletons. More fortunate ones lose all of their light to their captor and they change." Ghirahim bent over, pressing his lips to her throat and sucked. Warmth flooded his mouth and he pulled back. Link's face was flushed, a pink mark surrounded by two spots of white lipstick on her neck where his mouth had been a moment ago.

"What was that feeling?" She panted, looking a tad aroused. Loosing that pure light that sometimes regenerated had that effect on some.

"I took some of your light." Ghirahim hummed softly. "It was absolutely delicious. Are you aroused, my dear?" He smirked and bent over, whispering in her ear. "Because there is more where that came from."

Link gasped, and Ghirahim laughed, rolling off her and the bed, walking over to his bookshelf. "You have free reign of this room. I won't harm you. I only restrained you because it would be easier to enchant one room and keep you safe from other demons over enchanting you to keep multiple demons at bay. Those bokoblins back there at Eldin… I can guess that you would have ended up their whore. They hardly get mortal ass down there, nor would they be anyone important. Their light would be drained too fast for their likings and they'd discard them when they felt their usefulness was up."

"Would you discard me?" Her voice was small and timid. He turned and smiled, shaking his head.

"My dear, I wouldn't discard you because I felt your usefulness to me had run its course. I would never do such a thing. After all, demons are a dying breed. Even with high reproductive rates, infant mortality among the lower breeds is high, and the high class ones such as myself do not have children very often. Many are also stillborn." He looked out the window beside the bookshelf, staring out over the city. "I would have had a sister. If my mother and sister had made it through the birth. I used to be a mid-class one. Demise took me in. I'm sure Zelda told you about him possibly."

"How are you high classed now?" Her voice was closer, and the faint clink of the chain reported she had clambered off the bed and sauntered over towards him. Ghirahim turned to the femme hero.

"Because of what I have become." He held his hand out, the dark skin becoming metallic, glinting like a cut gem in shades of dark brown. It slowly covered his body, his clothing flaking off as he changed. "I was not always like this, able to shift into this version of myself, girl." His voice became as metallic as his skin was.

He watched as she touched his palm, removing one of her armguards to do so, and her hand was so soft on his. Her touch was light and gentle, as if he'd break. The small knot in her throat bobbed as she moved her hand up his arm, feeling as his muscles shifted beneath his skin.

"Your skin is so smooth and cool, it's a little like ice, except not as cold." She timidly spoke.

"Do your people even know about ice?" Ghirahim asked her.

"Of course, but it never has that stuff called snow. The lake up there freezes on the surface." She retorted sharply, blue snapping up to his face, and she froze. "You have no irises... How can you see?"

"Magic." He explained dully. Link moved towards him.

"Why aren't you scared of me?' Ghirahim asked after a few moments of silence had passed.

"Because you aren't giving me a reason to be. You aren't acting as possessive as I thought you would. No pinning me to the bed and raping me until I bled. Because you didn't tie me to the bed to keep me there for your interests alone, and you gave me free reign of the room." She spoke, resting a warm cheek against the sensitive diamond on his chest. How breakable it was and how easy it was to reach within him and withdraw that dark and jagged blade.

He pushed her away. "Link, I need to show you something." He stepped away, his steps ringing dimly on the soft carpet. He raised his arms, and tilted his head back and phased into that cold form, only for a moment. But her expression of shock told him all he needed to know. "I'm a living weapon, Link." He changed back and ran to the door. "You must be hungry. I'm going to go get some food and let the servants know about you. I'll be back in a bit." She nodded and he fled the room.

He had revealed his secret to her. The servants had no clue. Only his master did. Now another person knew and he was not going to be happy.

He had Link away somewhere safe, her light tainted enough she would be out of harm's reach, but he needed to finish what his master had tasked him with and he needed to find a way to defeat him. Oh the treason he was commiting towards his king and how easily he could lose his head for this. He was not going to do so well, and this was all going to suck if his plan failed.

He needed to keep Link safe, he needed to slowly take her light, but quickly so she changed. He needed to fill her with a child, and he needed to make her his bride.

He was way over his head.