Continued
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A small smile graced her lips at the Demon Lord’s concern. She sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she turned to glance out the window. “You are always so kind to me… I cannot thank you enough for that… however, Master already knows.”
Whether or not her Father would later choose to take his anger over her transgression out on Ghirahim was yet to be seen, but he was severely enraged with her–more so than usual.
Anita studied the Demon Lord’s reflection in the glass of the window, her voice meek as she finally found the courage to speak. “I just… I know of the duty my Father wishes me to fulfill with the Power granted to me by my Mother… to free him entirely from the confines of Hylia’s Seal that binds our Realm away from theirs… I have always known it, you and Father have instilled that knowledge of my role here since before I can even remember…”
However, the consequences of said role were always rather vaguely answered. It was not until today that Anita had finally managed to pry the information out of Demise, to learn of what he intended to do to Hylia’s Realm once her Power had grown to release him from the Demon Realm entirely.
“For my entire life, I have known of nothing but the confines of this palace, the harsh hand of my Father and the agony of my Power forcibly stripped away from me year after year, all in the name of freeing our Master.” She turned to face him, tears brimming in her eyes as she gazed up at him. “Your kindness has always been the only thing that ever allowed me to keep going… but after learning what I have today, I just cannot allow this to go on any longer…”
“I do not wish to free my Father.” Anita knew how loyal Ghirahim was to their Master, she could not help but avert her gaze as she spoke, afraid of seeing what his expression might be to such a traitorous statement.
It was not as if she had any real choice in the matter–it was not as if she could fight it whenever Master had the desire to drain her Power once again. That fact however, did not matter; the notion was enough to elicit any punishment her Father might see fit to inflict upon her. “The evil that Father wishes to inflict upon the World of Light…” Anita seemed visibly disturbed by even the mere thought of it, a shudder coursing through her, “it… it just is not right.”
"Of course, I am always at your beck and call just as I am your father's." At first Ghirahim had held a stubborn streak when his master, Demise had told him that he would be attending to Anita, as well as playing the role of keeper. Over time however, he stopped seeing her as an extension of her father- and more as her own entity- she had little choice in coming there to the palace to begin with. Could he consider such wayward sentiments as sympathy?
He caught sight of his reflection in the window. He regarded the indifference on his features, before quickly canting his head away from both his reflection, and Anita.
Any other time, and with anyone else, Ghirahim might have lacked any lenience with such a statement, but for Anita to come towards him with a passionate confession, regarding her father's wishes, he found himself becoming rather conflicted for the first time in a long time.
His expression hid this however- he couldn't let either Demise, or even the princess in front of him be aware of that. It could place him into an awkward position. A smile tempted to appear upon his pearl lips as she thanked him once more.
"I aim to provide you assistance as long as I may." Even if he was rather taken aback with Anita's words about not wanting to assist in freeing her father. The demi-goddess and princess held a power within that could contend even with that of the seal that the Goddess, Hylia had placed.
"It may not be right, but who is to say what is right and what is wrong?" Morality was such a grey area to traverse across in regards to anything.
He realized how his words probably sounded. Instead of trying to correct his words, he instead chose to try and delve a little deeper into the mind of the princess. Maybe he could garner an idea of what would unfold from thereon.
"Even if in the chance that you could break away from Demise," He felt a pang at not referring to his master by his proper title. "What would be your plan of action afterward?"
