vatheon | 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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"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.

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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