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"There is over a 90% chance of failure in this endeavor."
Another oblivious smash is heard before the wall brightens yet again only to fade with nary a scratch.
"My data projections indicate sharing some information with you may cause your current emotional status to become placated. Allow me to inform you, then, that the hero of legend who trapped you here is long since deceased, and therefore no longer cause for such hatred. Does this not make you wish to cease your thrashing?"
The hulking menace paused before settling for a casual lean against the glowing wall, it's thrashing ceased for the time being. "You know, for a goddess-made projection, you seem to only gain cheekiness throughout the millennia."
Fi smiled slightly, a function her data tampering had only just allowed her to manage a mere two centuries prior. Though the blessed goddess had seen fit to equip her with only the most standard of functions to be able to assist the first hero, she had been able to slowly but surely analyze her data drive memories and code certain things into her base; thus allowing her to "feel" and "think". It was quite the revelation, one she relished in showing the demon king, if only to perfectly capture the moments of extreme annoyance that flashed across his face .
Every. Single. Time.
"Smirk all you want," he growled "I'll have what's mine soon enough."
"Doubtful. But my memoritive data indicates that there is no harm in trying."
A backhanded fist came slamming mere inches from her face, again merely bouncing off the force field that served as her only protection. She shifted slightly away after a beat of silence, wondering for what seemed the quadrilienth time if this would be the one that did it. Thankfully the shield held as it glowed smugly against the assault, much to Demises' chagrin.
Though she was thankful for the protection the shield granted her, over so many years she began to grow (tired?) of her role trapped inside the cursed darkness sealing sword. Though it had done well to maintain control over the demon king's desires, it left little to do other than stare at the increasingly worrying rage that was her cellmate. Since she had implemented more extensive capabilities to herself over the past hundred years, she often wondered what it would feel like to once again enjoy companionship with that of a person who didn't wish the end of all things. To be able to step out of the protective bubble that more and more she realized was just as much a prison to her as the sword was to her ward.
Though she did not regret being able to feel things, she could very much do without feelings. She wondered how her Goddess Hylia had willingly gone all the way as to make herself mortal. Did she find the sensation of thinking things other than her divine purpose exhausting? Or was she truly lost within the long bloodline of royals, without a care to be had?
Suddenly jolted from her musing, the space they were occupying flashed red, and a distinct alarm ping could be heard echoing off whatever the edges of this universe was made of.
Teeth flashing with a sinister grin, the demon king erupted into a thick red rage, dripping with malice and decay. Bubbles exploded into bright orange eyes as it ricocheted off the protective barrier and hurled towards the end of the abyss, spreading and growing ever larger as it went.
Immediately, Fi appeared before him, baring his exit in a wall of glowing white behind spread arms and a steady glare.
"I cannot allow this." She knew, as they both did, who had set off the alarm. "You are to remain here, as said and set by destiny. The goddesses and chosen hero made sure you were sealed, and I am to make sure you stay."
The oozing mass roared and a lone figure shoved through to leer at the determined face through the darkness. Foul scents of decay washed over her as Demise stopped uncomfortably close to her face.
"Then I entrust you to inform the goddesses of your failure."
And with that, the demon king exploded into pure Malice, advancing to fill the void and completely absorb the glowing figure in its depths.
Just like that it was gone, the void once more just that, leaving Fi to lower her guard and look about with a passive horror.
"And so the rise of another hero is needed." She lowered to the floor once more. "Link, I hope you will prevail against the king, as you did all those centuries ago."
Folding her hands in her lap, Fi lowered her head.
And waited.
The night was chilly, but for a brief moment turned scorching with a flash of crimson, engulfing a tall man with hair as red as blood, turning quickly to a small puddle that dissolved into the cracks of bricks and down to the soil below, leaving the master sword once more alone in its pedestal.