Moar Head-canon-verse!
This one takes place… basically at the beginning (seeing that all my fanfictions in this universe of mine takes place in Ghirahims PoV I can’t go any further back than this) And it’s basically Ghirahim waking up for the first time and seeing Demise.
Headcanon for what happened: Demise and Hylia are in a relationship but don’t see each other often (or something. I don’t know yet. They could be torn apart by their duties, they cannot be together for some reason, or something else entirely or Ghirahim was a spontaneous: “Why not” for them) and so Hylia creates Ghirahim but he’s NOT a baby but around 8-13 years of age. He has a rudimentary understanding of the world and how things work but doesn’t know for sure. He knows how to talk, and what words mean. But Ghirahim is unconscious when he is created (for the purposed outlined in Latte-dah’s comic: So that Demise can
mind control and brainwash himbecome his master) and so Demise has to sit at Ghirahim’s side until he wakes up so he can be the first thing Ghirahim sees. [Kind of like imprinting]But enough of that, here’s the fiction.
His eye twitched, his breath increased, and when he opened his eyes the first thing he saw was fire. As majestic fire, a brilliant, intense, vivid fire that never dimmed. It hypnotized him and enthralled him, and when he tore his fascinated gaze away from the light he looked down at the dark base – the coals were the colour of obsidian except for two lone ones which were glowing with the heat of the fire.
However when the blackness began to move, and one part seemed to separate itself from the mass in the vague shape of an arm, he felt a soft, fleshy hand caress his face. That was strange, for stone was hard and solid was it not? He blinked to clear his vision and focused it on the bigger picture and realized that those two glowing coals were actually eyes and that fire was actually hair, that this something before him was actually a living, breathing creature, that it wasn’t an inanimate object.
What the creature was he did not quite know.
Lips opened and moved, displaying sharp teeth. “Ghirahim.” The voice was masculine in nature, and it originated from the creature before him. “That is your name.”
The now-named Ghirahim shuddered at the sound of that voice. It wasn’t that it caused tremors of fear to course through him but ones of excitement and fascination.
“And I am Demise, your Master.”
this is just what i needed before i head off to work today ;3; ♥
i love ghirahim creation stories and headcanons because no one is ever wrong when they come up with these things. Some are cuter than others, and this is one of those really cute ones. nnng Cute in an unfortunate kind of way. But it always is, isn’t it? Because he always ends up with Demise in the end, no matter how it gets to that point.
also i have to say that i love the way you described Demise from Ghira’s POV. It’s so literal and has such an innocent charm to it. I also like how you bring out a little bit of Demise’s soft side at points (in all your fics I’ve read so far)? Because I do genuinely believe that he has these tiny little moments that come over him, and I like to think that Hylia is responsible for that, like she brings most of that out in him. What I mean is, I see him being sweet the entire time he is with Hylia, but when he is around Ghirahim, he still wants to see him only as his sword and servant, but he can’t help but notice how much Ghira favours Hylia and so he kinda accidentally slips up around him from time to time. Especially when Ghirahim has his own innocent and caring moments towards him, which is reminiscent of Hylia as well.
omfg i’m rambling lmfao
