IS IT WRONG TO LOVE YOUR CREATOR?
By shadows_bloodMore Info / Reviews
Chapter 1: “Damn skelletalas”
Dark Link felt empty, really empty. He longed for something, or someone, to make his bored faint red eyes turn into glowing, bright reds. Such a thing had not, nor had it ever, existed in his icy cold heart. Oooh, that was another thing he wanted more than anything; his dark heart to be warm and to pump fast as well as his adrenaline. Wait a second, aw man, now he was being corrupted by stupid high school girl feelings, blahk. Such thoughts were, in his belief, inmature, stupid, and just plain girly. Maybe if he found something to occupie his time, these annoying thoughts and feelings would go away.... hopefully.
As if waiting for his que, Ganondorf Dragmire, Evil King, Ruler of Shadows, that spikey red-head we all know and fear, yelled for him. Dark, being as used to his master's booming, snake-like voice as he was, allowed his red eyes to stroll to the black door that seemed to have been struck at with extreme force. Calmly, gracefully, yet swiftly, Dark Link, melevolent shadow of our beloved hero, walked towards it and wrapped his black-gloved, long, thin, spidery fingers around the rusty red door knob, feeling the hard chemical change scrape against his flesh, somehow feeling rather refreshing, exiting the dark, depressing bedroom.
Hearing more, although clearer, shouts of the man who rose him from the shadow realm, the raven black-haired man jumped on the railing of the golden staircase, which, although humongous in comparison to him, was like a insuggnificant flea compared to the towering cullosus. He smoothed out the ruffles in the chest area of his shrouded tunic that felt soft to the touch. With one lat breath of prepeation, he slid down the rail, air pounding against his dark face, forcing him to close his left eye. Also due to the rush, his black hat nearly flew off the top of his head, making him have to clasp his fists on it and his silky smooth hair(say that like you were advertising shampoo, it sunds funny, lol).
As if waiting for his que, Ganondorf Dragmire, Evil King, Ruler of Shadows, that spikey red-head we all know and fear, yelled for him. Dark, being as used to his master's booming, snake-like voice as he was, allowed his red eyes to stroll to the black door that seemed to have been struck at with extreme force. Calmly, gracefully, yet swiftly, Dark Link, melevolent shadow of our beloved hero, walked towards it and wrapped his black-gloved, long, thin, spidery fingers around the rusty red door knob, feeling the hard chemical change scrape against his flesh, somehow feeling rather refreshing, exiting the dark, depressing bedroom.
Hearing more, although clearer, shouts of the man who rose him from the shadow realm, the raven black-haired man jumped on the railing of the golden staircase, which, although humongous in comparison to him, was like a insuggnificant flea compared to the towering cullosus. He smoothed out the ruffles in the chest area of his shrouded tunic that felt soft to the touch. With one lat breath of prepeation, he slid down the rail, air pounding against his dark face, forcing him to close his left eye. Also due to the rush, his black hat nearly flew off the top of his head, making him have to clasp his fists on it and his silky smooth hair(say that like you were advertising shampoo, it sunds funny, lol).
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