Bloodstained Blades: RP

[DarkLink7]

Because Demise has evil in his heart, damn it! He gasps, not wanting to tell her that. Please don't tell Lady Hylia I said that..... It'd devastate her.

 

[Triforce Ballad]

It's ok. I promise I won't tell her.
(( HM went poofy! D-:

 

[DarkLink7]

((Well, where's 'Lord Demise'?))

Thank you, dearest. You know I care about you.

 

[Hylian_Monolith]

((sorry I left Triforce! HI, I was posting a new thread))

"Has he said anything?" Hylia asked in exasperation.

 

[Triforce Ballad]

(( Yes, LOL. ))
She smiled, I care about you also, just don't get hurt.

Fi blinked, "Yes, that Demise is forcing him to do this."
((*Hugs/tackles

 

[DarkLink7]

((You hug tackle whom?))

Can I be killed?

 

[Triforce Ballad]

I'm...not sure, the diamonds on our chests may be our weak points.
(( EVERYONE!

 

[DarkLink7]

((*hugs back*))

Yes, I know..... but can we DIE die, as in, never return? I don't know if I'll be the same after this... I.... I think I'm in love with you, Miss Fi.

 

[Triforce Ballad]

Me too, but....She trailed off. We might get revived if we die....I just wish I knew that one thing....Just maybe, things would be easier...

 

[DarkLink7]

Fi..... I am sorry.

 

[Triforce Ballad]

What's wrong? Why are you apoligizing?

 

[DarkLink7]

For what Demise is about to do.

 

[Triforce Ballad]

It's not your fault he's an idiot! I just can't believe he's like this....

 

[Shadsie]

Demise strode into the village like sudden night. People cowered and ran. One very old man stood unafraid, like he was "ready."

The people all knew that Demise was what some would call a "Grim Reaper" at some later point in history. He was a god of night and a god of death. Up until now, though he was full of strength and feared, he was essentially a neutral entity. He'd begun to hate the mortals for their weakness and cowardice. He actually smiled at the old man and decided to deal with him gently, despite the fact that he was one of the ones that had encroached on divine land. The man was looking him full in the face when he fell. Demise respected courage like that. He shook the blood off his sword.

He wasn't so swift with others. He gave Girahim his taste of blood, but also a taste of inflicting pain. Perhaps these mortals would learn respect in the next life. Demise did not care. Blood ran in the muddy streets and he breathed in its scent.

One young man came for him with a pathetic mortal's sword. Brave... but weak. The young guardsman's sword and Gihrahim clashed. Demise relieved the boy of his head. It was then that he'd noticed the hairline crack that mortal's blade and dealt to the diamond in Girahim's hilt.

Save for a few survivors that had fled to crags, the down was dead. Demise held his sword out and spoke in what might have been his first instance of genuine worry and care:

"Girahim! Are you alright? Return to me!"

If the human form had been hurt... he'd never forgive the mortals.


(How am I doing, by the way? I'm trying to be in character and really get my Mwahahaha! on).

 

[DarkLink7]

"I.....I am fine...... Master...." He says, voice full of pain. He turned into his humanoid form, hand on the diamond. "Agh...... that hurt....." He sighs. "So much blood....." He collapses.