Hyrule's Inferno.
The once vibrant green of lush grass was now a canvas of raging flames, a testament to the overwhelming destruction. Once a serene blue, the sky was now a swirling mass of malevolence, its former purity lost to an eternal night of decay.
The dying shape of the Great Deku Tree painfully cried out as the salty taste of sorrow guided the purity of the Kokiri Forest into the hellishly tangy aroma of death's misery, consuming all signs of happiness and innocence.
Splashing violently within the boiling waters that housed the folks of Zora's Domain, dozens of tormented Zoras painfully fought for their salvation as their flesh liquefied off their now softened bones, whistling over the hot air, corrupt arrows of blasphemy servants swiftly shot down that soul who dared to flee in terror. Screaming and begging for mercy or a quick death, the Zora were denied such wishes. For they were meant to experience such great suffering for what amusement rested within the cruel heart of their destroyer. Much like the slaughtered will of Hyrule's residents, no soul was spared. Men, Women, and children of all ages fell before The Demon King's might... that is, with the exception of one.
Abandoned within the bloodstained ruins of the sacred Temple of Time, a wounded maiden of royalty was forced to watch her children burn. The temple's yard was soaked with the fresh blood of a fallen hero; death had transformed the temple's clean marble walls into a blackish ash. Legions of broken stone littered the holy ground as the formerly majestic pillars cracked softly against the hot air. Pushing away from this destruction was a single pair of bloody footprints, limping aimlessly through the temple's hall into the burning illumination of the crimson moon. Posed alone, she gazed down at the hellscape she once called home with drowning-watery eyes. Dressed in a shoulderless white gown and owning a soft forest of golden hair, the maiden felt shame bite sharply into her naive heart. Clutched between her small, bloodstained hands were the broken memory of her fallen knight and the hope they so closely shared with each other. Desperately fighting to keep her burning pain at bay, the maiden sought comfort from the shattered surface of her knight's Ocarina; however, she was denied. As the urge to lash out in anger grew, her strength, much like the magical notes of the Ocarina, was nonexistent. The maiden refuses to blink and continues to witness the Demon King's cruelty.
Several hours later, the young maiden Zelda dropped to her swollen knees; exhaustion finally released her raw emotions. Bellowing out to the unseen heavens, Zelda drops the Ocarina onto the blood-soaked earth, feeling her soft skin shiver with fear; she knew he would come for her.
Silencing out her tears, a single set of heavy steps dominated all other sounds. Zelda wished to flee; however, the icy blades of shame held her in place.
Pouring out of the charcoal earth, a thick river of warm crimson malice surrounded the wounded maiden, and dozens of filthy, decaying hands slid and touched Zelda's pure, clean flesh. She felt an absurd mass of weight push down upon Zelda's bleeding shoulders; Zelda winced as she listened to the toxic voice of The Demon King's loyal servant.
" Enthrall me, Noble Maiden," The servant whispers wickedly, " Tell me how impressed you are to be free of those parasitical leeches!!!"
- The prologue to a fan's gothic tribute based on Nintendo's The Legend of Zelda. All rights belong to Nintendo.
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