vatheon | Second-- Directionless

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Second-- Directionless

Who: Ghirahim and you
Where: Near where the Church used to be
When: After meeting Ganondorf (and sulking for a few weeks)
Style: starting with prose, will match!
Status: open

The caves were quiet and boring. But it had given Ghirahim time to fume, scream in rage, swing swords and knives into walls, and sulk. Anger is good. Yes. Anger keeps him going, helps him keep focused. Whipping himself into a fury to be vented in complicated revenge plots and in carving up walls is preferable to the sickening feeling that's been hounding him since his reincarnated master rejected him.

Rejected.

It's a sour feeling in the pit of his stomach, a disgusting, soggy weight on his mind. Rejected. By Demise. Ghirahim has but one purpose. One thing that delights and drives him. Serve Demise...by what the demon king instilled in him millennia before. Kill. Maim. Destroy. All in his name. Ghirahim has enjoyed every minute of it. Even when he was fighting Link, no matter how much the sky boy infuriated him, he enjoyed the thrill of the fight.

And Demise's reincarnation doesn't want it. Ganondorf doesn't want anything to do with him, or any of it. Sola refuses to take Ghirahim for himself. He is a sword without a master. A demon without a purpose.

It's driving him insane.

He stops on the outskirts of the city. Yes, that's good. A nice big solid wall. He walks over to it and slams his head into it a few times in order to burn off the sickening amount of frustration that's built up in him. Which is where people are likely to find him, given how loud the metallic clangs from the impact of his head against the wall are.

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That noise. Was weird. Given Sophie's tendency to explore curious things and sounds, it was probably not that unexpected for her to happen upon this curious sight.

So yeah, there's a small non-human girl standing a short distance away, curious despite the lack of a curious expression on her face. What on earth are you doing, Ghirahim?

"Doesn't that hurt?" She asks after a moment.

He stiffened at the voice intruding his foul mood and turned from the wall. Oh. Not a human at all--he can sense it. That was a rare change. She's much different than himself. Small and unassuming. A human would likely take one look at her and decide that she was simply a lost child.

The question is amusing, and it makes him smirk. Though to be honest, it's a welcome change from the broken language the bokoblins try to gibber at him as if it means anything. "It doesn't hurt me. I imagine someone with a softer head would find it painful...fatal, even."

Sophie tilted her head to the side, still finding Ghirahim's actions to be strange. "Then why are you hitting your head on the wall?"

Her appearance and her natural curiosity only helps cultivate the appearance of an innocent lost child. Even though she wasn't. But shh. Still, she felt she was asking a legitamite question. I mean, really, who does that?

"Because I am very, very frustrated. And not even in the mood to toy with the humans."

She was such a strange creature, really. He wasn't even sure if she were a demon. At the moment, he didn't really care. "Tell me, if your master rejected you, how upset would you be?"

So... people smash their heads in walls when frustrated? Okay. And he didn't feel like playing games with people? That's sad. "My...master?"

... the word brought a brief flash of memory, a green haired woman - but it brought a flash of pain with it. She shied away from the thought, "I don't know. Is a master like a friend?" How upset would she be if her friends rejected her...?

... "I'm not sure..." Emotions are hard, Ghirahim!

...What a truly innocent creature.

Ghirahim chuckled. Finding this girl was definitely improving his mood! He pulled away and walked closer to inspect her better. "A Master...is not always the one who created you, but they can be. It is someone you serve with nothing but complete loyalty. Someone whose commands you obey without question."

Oh well she's... happy to cheer him up? ... She tilted her head to watch the approach; as long as he kept his hands to himself, he could look all he liked! "I don't know if I have something like that. But I have a friend that I listen to."

Without question. Pff Asbel would probably not want to be considered Sophie's Master. BUT. "Rejected means to go away, right? I think I would be sad if he wanted me to go away."

"Ah, you understand perfectly, then. But I am hardly sad. No, I am completely furious!" Ghirahim growled in agitation, beginning to pace back and forth across the girl's line of vision. "I have done everything he has ever ordered me to. And what do I get in return? 'Oh, I don't want to rule over the land we fought so hard to gain control of anymore'!"

Sophie watched Ghirahim walk back and forth silently, working to follow his ranting. Maybe it'll help? There was a lot she didn't understand, but she knew Asbel talked to her when he was upset, and he seemed better afterward.

"Is your friend a Prince?" Because Richard was a Prince and she'd been helping Asbel to take back his country. But how come the Prince wouldn't want to rule his own country anymore?

"More than a prince. He is the King of Demons! Which is why it's ridiculous for him to be resisting his role." He stopped and gripped his head in frustration, practically screaming in his anger. "We both craved the same thing! He can't just change his mind!"

"But he did." Sophie... is just the most helpful. "He should have a reason, shouldn't he?" From what she understood of princes and Kings they just aren't supposed to abandon their people. Or demons for that matter.

"If he does, it's a ridiculous one. ...Why don't you run and play? I'm not in the mood for existential speculation, as you can plainly see."

"Because you want to hit your head on the wall some more?" She nods once. "It's weird, but okay." Although the 'run and play' thing is also weird. Still, she turns to wander off.

[Man, what's all that racket...? Serph happens to be passing by, so it isn't much trouble to take a little detour and investigate.

...Oh, it's that guy. Lord... Ghirahim, if his memory of his arrival served him correctly. It occurs to Serph that they were never formally introduced.

......Well, Serph isn't going to stop him from repeatedly introducing his head to the wall. Although after watching him do it for a while, Serph approaches.]

What's wrong?

Ghirahim recognizes the voice, of course. And the power that lays dormant within him. He stops with his head rested against the wall and laughs. "You humans and your concern..."

[Serph tilts his head.]

Concern isn't limited to humans.

[But he comes a little closer, so he's at a more comfortable speaking distance. And also leaning against the wall Ghirahim was banging his head on.]

How touching. You seem the type that believes in stories like demons able to become humans, too...

*he straightens, glaring suspiciously at Serph. He's in no mood to even pretend to be sociable.* What do you want?

[Stories? More like reality. But Serph isn't about to correct him. Not yet, anyway.

Serph returns the glare with a calm stare.]

What has you so upset?

[Serph doesn't know if he'll actually get an answer, but there's no harm in trying, really.]

*A nearly volatile calm settles over Ghirahim. His anger, his desire to lash out and crush everything nearby makes his head throb and his chest tighten.*

Have you ever been denied your purpose? Your sole reason for existing? By the same master who created you?

[Serph thinks about that. He doesn't know the entire story, but purpose and existence have been very muddied concepts ever since he gained his Atma. Even more so, when Sera had told him she was his creator after he asked questions of her.

He watches Ghirahim's body language, and responds with a calmness born from contentment.]

I have.

[Broadly speaking. Sera may have been his original creator, but the Karma Temple was the one who gave him a new purpose, though he doesn't seek Nirvana on the Temple's whims any more.]

What was your purpose?

*that gets Ghirahim to draw himself up in pride.* To revive my master. The same master who has been reborn in a mortal form...and is now here.

And to maim and murder his enemies without mercy.

[But Ghirahim's master has denied his purpose. Not that the purpose could likely be fulfilled here; unless the enemies have been brought to Vatheon, Ghirahim couldn't murder them, right?

No... that can't be right. Being denied his purpose by his master, not Vatheon, is likely what has Ghirahim riled up.]

What does he wish for you to do instead?

.... Nothing.

*he growls in frustration, finally flailing his arms in fury.*

Worse than nothing! "I don't care"! Those were his exact words!

[Ouch. Serph dips his head briefly, a small gesture of sympathy.]

It seems a poor way to repay loyalty.

[A brief pause.]

What do you wish to do?

There is no wish. Only commands. Orders. My master's desires supplant my own! It has always been this way.

The only other who has enough power to be a substitute has rejected me as well...

[Serph tilts his head.]

If they have no orders for you, then you do what you want until they do.

[At least, that's how he sees it.]

[Blowing bubbles with Gamzee and talking to his Trolldads about things had put Sola in a much better mood than he has been in awhile, especially considering the misunderstanding he'd had with Johnny last week, though they'd made up since. His extremities would still go numb at times, but other than that things were looking up! He hadn't run into Ganondorf since their initial meeting, nor Ghi-

...well damnit. Apparently that was too good to last. He's just going to try and sneak away before he's noticed.

For a shadow, he's not very stealthy...]

*Sola should really work on that. Ghirahim stops himself from pounding his head again and looks over at him.* Come to gloat, have you?

[SO MUCH FOR SNEAKING. Sola whirls around warily to look at Ghirahim.]

Gloat? Why would I gloat?

*Ghirahim laughs. It's forced, backed with anger and frustration. He straightens to his full height...but he isn't advancing on Sola. One positive thing out of this.* Haven't you heard? Our mortal master wants nothing to do with his role in our little game of cat and mouse with the gods and their precious Triforce.

Or me.

...I should warn you, the feeling of being...discarded... Is not doing wonders for my mood.

[The Hylian frowns, still wary but he doesn't retreat so long as Ghirahim stays over there. Still, if Ghirahim is all upset over it, that probably means Ganondorf was really telling the truth and really will let him do as he pleases. The frown vanishes, replaced with a tentative smile.]

I know. I'm glad, it means I don't have to fight my friends or anything.

[He looks at the living blade for a long moment before squaring his shoulders. What would Link and Zelda do?]

You can be free to do what you want too, you know. You can be your own person, since Master Ganondorf won't use us.

[Trying this again since Ganondorf has made his intentions clear.]

What I want, what I exist for, has always been the revival of my master. To return to that blissful state of being wielded against his enemies. To kill, maim, and destroy...

I am a weapon. It is what I exist for!

*he growls and slams his fist into the wall, cracking it from the force of his blow. He wants to kill every single human here in his frustration. His hands are trembling from the desire. He's struggling to keep his voice even and not hysterical.*

I am the lord of demons... You can find another purpose, Sola, but I don't have that luxury. Not anymore.

Why not?

[The replica honestly doesn't seem to understand. There's too much Link in him. He's darkness, not evil, and he's learned to think of others. How would they feel if you killed or maimed or destroyed them? He has no stomach for it, not unless there's a reason to fight other than for its own sake. He's also learned that here in Vatheon, anyone can be what they wish to, no matter the situation where they came from.

He's living proof, after all.]

I mean... I was made as a weapon too, kind of. I'm supposed to take Link's place, but instead we're brothers. So why are you so different? You keep saying we're the same. If we really are, then you can decide what you exist for too.

[He holds his hand out to Ghirahim, a little tentative, but still welcoming, accepting.]

It's scary to change, I know, but you can be more than just what you were made for.

*...good job, Sola. You've rendered Mr. Creepy Stalker speechless.

He stares at Sola, at the welcoming gesture he's offering. What are you even doing. He doesn't like the feeling this is kindling in him. Hates it, even. Buried memories should stay buried. Not be brought up at the first absurd action by a shadow construct.

Ghirahim's genuine surprise is replaced by something akin to a growl as he glares at Sola and slaps his hand away.

Of course, it's a bit too late for that. If Sola can recognize it, he'd see it for what it is--a defense. For the first time in his very long existence, Ghirahim feels threatened and cornered in a far different way than when Link upset every single plan and defeated Demise. And he doesn't like it one bit.*

What are you trying for, hm? Do you think this is the part in human stories where the terrible demon lord has a change of heart thanks to one small kindness? You really are nothing more than a child...

[The replica grabs his own hand after its slapped away, not hurt so much as surprised. The negative action he'd expected, but the surprise and quickly turned expression caught him off guard. Ghirahim almost seems... worried? Defensive? Something new.]

I know I'm not the smartest or anything but I just thought... I mean, I would have kept being bad too if no one had been nice to me and explained I didn't have to be. I'm only trying help...

Hmph. I've already had my fill of the path you've chosen. If I am to be a servant, I will at least have fun while I'm at it. My fun. With two hands of my own, to touch this world how I wish to.

*....maybe he's given away more than he wanted to.*

I take great pleasure in violence. I always have. *he chuckles and leans in close to Sola again.* Humans. What are they but foolish beasts ripe for the slaughter?

I'm not a servant! I am doing what I want here.

[He leans away as Ghirahim leans in, though he doesn't step back, not yet.]

They're not for killing. Everyone has their own life and dreams and things they do. It's not your or anyone else's right to take that away. Why is that fun for you? I don't understand. It's sad when anyone dies, even if here people do come back.

[He grimaces, the demon lord far too close for comfort and not making any sense. He has to try and understand though. Maybe if he understands he can help...]

*now you're just annoying him, Sola. Why won't you go away?*

Not even the boy you were created to destroy is entirely free. Do you think his precious goddess asked him nicely to be her chosen hero? She uses him just like everyone else. We're no more than toys on opposite sides, pawns in a game. It's time you learned that.

Free will is a joke, a false hope constructed by those too weak to see the game going on around them.

[Because he's trying to help! Ghirahim seems kind of lonely...

Although he's fast approaching Sola's threshold of tolerance.]

I'm not a toy! Stop saying things like that!

*He doesn't want your help, he wants to be crazy and fabulous forever!*

Why should I? It's the truth. There isn't a single creature that isn't used for the gods' ends. Stop acting like you're the only one who isn't! *he shoves Sola away from him. If that doesn't drive the hint home, he might have to resort to stronger measures.*

[The shove sends Sola stumbling but he manages to keep his balance, continuing to look at Ghirahim with that oh so earnest face.]

I'm not the only one who isn't! No one is a toy or anything like that, at least not here. Ganondorf won't make you do anything, you said so yourself. Zelda and Link won't either, so you don't have to go around talking about killing people or masters or anything. You can be who you want.

[He chews his lip for a moment, glancing away to the ground.]

You don't have to be alone. You can have friends, too. I'd be your friend if you stopped being evil.

Who I want?

Or what?

*he is a sword. A sword needs a proper master to wield it. It's the way of things. Really, Sola. You can be so stupid sometimes.*

Who! I said who. I mean, you've got a mind and a personality of your own, right? And hopes and dreams? That makes you a who no matter how you were made.

[He believes it so firmly. He has to, or else he's nothing but a what either...]

My only dream was for the resurrection of my Master. And that same Master has turned his back on me and everything he is. He didn't even remember who I was.

Not even that wretched reborn Hylia knew who I was. I am forgotten in their time. Left to rust away somewhere in some forgotten place, or maybe buried in the ground for eternity. Who knows.

*useless is what he is now. Useless, useless, useless.*

Dreams are for humans. And so long as gods like Hylia continue to coddle them, there is no room for beings like you or me.

*and with that, he turns to leave. Just stop talking, Sola. It makes him uncomfortable and...sad. He's the lord of demons, he should not be sad.*

[Sola doesn't follow this time, instead staying where he is and looking somewhat lost as Ghirahim retreats. Would he be forgotten just as Ghirahim was?]

...is there no room for us...?

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Second-- Directionless

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I think this is inviting disaster.

fjklga g-glorious disaster? :D

oh pfff how did I miss this. @_@

/giggles

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