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Lower Levels, Lower Lives

As the breath of another creates life, deep in the catacombs.

Another story is told.

One of a silver god who could never live up to the other.

One’s whose world was doomed to fail, whilst hers was destined to continue its cycle of destruction forever.

One little god.

Green eyes staring up at the sky holding a false sun, as he is condemned to same world as the daughter of the goddess whose he sat in.

A lotus flower spreading out, trying to put its roots through the dead earth of the dark.

A failed hero and dying kingdom.

Barbaric shadows that hiss at their own, trying to pull words from their own throats despite a curse to never know their own voice.

Trying to look toward the sun despite a curse to never see more than the dark of their own hearts.

Forced to live forever in their pain without even the chance of death from their Light halves.

Pushed down to the lower levels.

The lower lives of the forsaken sit and rot.

Until finally, the barrier is broken.

And their wrath can pour out,

drowning the goddess who condemned them.

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Hyrule-Bound Ch. 15 - The Beginning (Part 2)

“It was unwise to simply walk into the Hall like that, Fierce One.” Delilah hummed, the soles of her sandals clapping against the stone path of the garden. Ferox chuckled.

“I can see that. Those old Gods are easily angered, aren’t they? But for whatever reason, you are nothing like them. How is it that you were so calm, despite being even older than they?” His eyes hold an amused glint as he stared down at the goddess beside him.

“My age is what gives me my composure. I suggest you watch your tongue with me, little one. I don’t particular like being sassed by any youth, whether they be my daughters or a War God.” She huffs, walking a few steps in front of Ferox, ignoring his amused snickering. “Since I assume you do not have a living space of your own, you may stay in the Hall for now. I am situating you near the Spirits. Maybe you can make yourself useful and help keep an eye on the little ones.”

“I do not think I will be very good with children, my Grace.” Delilah stops at Ferox’s word, her shoulders tensing. She whirls around, stomping up to him. She points a finger in his face, sneering.

“I am not your ‘Grace’. And I suggest you never call me that, ever again. You may have given us information about the Demon King, and I may have saved your arse from the other Gods, but this does not mean I am happy with the likes of a War God being in my home.”

“Oh, but you happily let a Death God in?”

“Death is different from War. Death is natural, and unavoidable. War is dirty, disgusting and pathetic. No amount of glory can be gained from unnatural and unnecessary bloodshed and killing. You are borne from that, so I despise you for it, whether it is just for me to do so or not.” She growls, stepping back. “I am only allowing you anywhere near my girls because you are useful. And you may be able to help me with taming one of them. However, if you prove more trouble than good, I will not hesitant to cull you. ‘Grace’ is a title you give to someone whom is your master. I am not yours. I do not wish to have command over a being who brings only unneeded and unwanted pain to others. ” Delilah’s eyes bore into Ferox, who shifts under her gaze, an unknown, subdued emotion swimming in his own.

“As you wish, Goddess.” He bows, thick locks of white hair nearly touching the ground in front of him. Ferox stares at the stones in front of him, gritting his teeth as he remains in the bow. Delilah’s footsteps resume ahead of him, and he rises once more.

“WOAH YOU’RE HUGE!” Fayra shouts, staring up at Ferox with a surprised expression. “You’re that War dude, right?”

“Fayra! Manners.” Delilah hisses, pinching the tip of Fayra’s ear. The young goddess seemed unaffected by it, other than the annoyed expression and shake of her head.

Ferox lets out a short laugh, kneeling in front of Fayra. By now, Hylia had pattered up, but remained hiding behind Fayra. “Hello. My name is Ferox. Yes, I am the ‘War dude.’ I am known as a Fierce Deity.” Fayra stares at Ferox for a few moments, before shooting forward and grabbing the large ring hanging from his nose.

“What’s this thing? Are you like one of the bull things the humans have? They kill those bulls, to eat em. Can you be eaten?” Her other hand grabs one of his dreadlocks, yanking on it. Ferox grunts a bit when she pulls, but simply stares down at her. Eventually, she slowly lets go, a wide smile forming on her face. “I like you, War guy. You’re not a weenie like Hylia and Ghira!” She grabs onto Hylia’s hand, yanking her forward. Hylia yelps, using her puffy, curly hair to hide her face.

Ferox readjusts the piercing, rolling his nose and sniffing as he looks at her. He extends his hand to her, palm up. “Hello, Miss Hylia.” She peeks out at him from behind her hair, slowing letting go with one hand and placing it in his. Ferox takes it and gently presses it to his forehead the back of her hand resting against the marking on his skin. “It is lovely to meet you, dear.” She soon pulls her hand away from his, returning to her spot behind Fayra. Ferox gives her a sympathetic look, standing up. By now, two more people had arrived.

“Ferox. These are the two Guardian Spirits that watch over my girls. This is Ghirahim, Guardian of Fayra.” Delilah gestures to a man in blue-black armor that seemed to contour to his body.

A white jewel was embedded in the chestpiece, a matching blue one hanging from his right ear. His irises were large, blending with his pupils to form one large black orb in each of his eyes. He had short white hair, shaved on the right, the left cut at an angle, the front of it coming to the middle of his neck. The man nods his head, a silent hello.

“And this is Gheralora, Guardian of Hylia.” Delilah places her hand on the shoulder of Ghirahim’s companion, a short, lithe woman with long white hair.

She wore an outfit similar to Ghirahim, the colors inverted. Her armor was a silvery-white, a large black jewel embedded into the neck piece of the armor, resting just above her chest. She wore a metal circlet on her head, one piece rising up with a red jewel set in the front. On the sides and back of her head were 5 tubular adornments in her hair, that didn’t seem to hold much purpose, and did not look to be part of her hair or headpiece. Her long nails were dug into Ghirahim’s arm, large black eyes staring blankly at Ferox.

Ferox stared back a moment, before bowing slightly. “Hello, Miss Gheralora.” Her eyes bore into him.

Your breath holds the doom of a dark omen beginning to brew, War God. How is it that you have managed to wiggle your way into our Goddess’s heart? A voice echoed in Ferox’s head, a confused look finding its way onto his face. His eyes flickered over to Delilah, who simply stood with her head turned away from him.

“Gheralora will show you to where you will stay. Later, I will ask you more questions pertaining to what you know about this coming war. I have something I need to attend to before then.” Delilah turns on her heel, Ghirahim and the twin goddesses quickly trailing behind her.

Ferox and Gheralora walked in silence through the winding halls of the Silver Goddess’s residence. Ferox could feel Gheralora’s gaze on him, boring into his shoulder everytime she sent a sideways glance at him.

“May I help you with something, Miss Gheralora? I don’t exactly appreciate judgmental glances. You may speak your mind. I prefer when others do.”

“My apologies, War God. It is just odd that something like you has managed to steal our Goddess’s attention in such a way. Despite what you may think and how she may acts towards you, she has developed quite the crush. Being the Goddess of Creation, however, she believes that it is not her place to develop attractions in such a way, so she is attempting to hide it with her own fear about the reason you are here.” Gheralora skips ahead of him, balancing on the balls of her feet as she flits around the hall.

“I highly doubt that is the case, Miss Gheralora.”

“Call me Gigi. It is what Ghira and the girls call me. I rather prefer it over such a long name.” She twirls and dances around, seeming to glide along the floor, as if she is not even touching the ground. “And if you didn’t at least doubt that she truly despised you, why is it, do you think, that she has let you into the Hall? And around her girls, for that matter.”

“I am useful to her, currently. Honestly, that is perfect reason, in my eyes.”

“But not in hers.” The sword spirit stops, the adornments at the back of her head winking with the light pouring from the windows. “She would never endanger her girls. No matter who or what it was. She knows there is more to you than you being a War God. She has seen something in you that has pulled her in. She knows she can trust you. The Goddess can be endlessly naive at times, especially when it comes to that hellion she calls her daughter, but she knows that the child is dangerous as well. She knows the true nature of all living and non-living things. You are destined to be something very wonderful, Ferox.” Gheralora turns, a light shining in her endless eyes.

“Welcome to the Hall of the Gods, Fierce One.”

“Ferox. Do you know what Majora means?”

“No, I do not, Abhora.”

“It means traitor. One who has forsaken the truth. They believe me to be one. Or at the very least, that I will become one.”

“Why is that? Are you so treacherous, Abhora?”

“Maybe I am. Maybe their truth just simply isn’t the same as mine. But I never wish to cause Delilah pain. Despite the fact that I was created from Fayra’s malice, she embraced me. She knew that I had no control over my origins. Though...I believe she simply wanted to believe that I was inevitable, that her daughter’s actions were not the only thing to bring about my breath.”

“Death is natural. War is not. I can see why she was so much more comfortable with allowing you into the Hall with her.”

“War is just as natural as Death, Ferox. War is not just the bloodshed and violence it can be. War means conflict. Conflict of interests, thoughts, personalities. It is just as natural, and it can be just as beautiful and ugly as Death can be. She was just scared, Ferox. Scared of what your existence could mean for the races of the world.”

“I wish I had never come to existence. Maybe then, the people here could continue to know peace.”

“Absolute peace will never exist. Not in the living world. There will always be something boiling up inside of someone. We just have to hope that that someone can learn to find their own Balance before they let their Chaos spill out in the world.”

“I guess so.”

You are to be the White Goddess’s companion. You have been forged to aid her, and eventually you will aid another. Guide her and her chosen hero, Firani. Help her build her Order, so that she may Balance the Chaos now plaguing the world.

“Fye-rah-nee? How about just Fi instead? That’s a lot easier to say! For me at least…” Hylia stared at the blue being in front of her. A sadness had burrowed itself in her heart at the sight of them, but she tried to keep a smile on her face, one filled with determination.

“If it is easier for you, Your Grace, then Fi is an adequate name. To my knowledge, the one who is the God of War will be assisting you on your journey to find a being worthy of the honor of being your Chosen Hero and aiding in the war against the Demon King and the Black Goddess.” Fi’s eyes unsettled Hylia, as they seemed to blend in with her skin, an endless blue. She missed the sight of Gheralora and Ghirahim’s eyes, their black hues having become a comfort to her.

Hylia breathed in, nodding her head. “Yes. We will be going to find a soldier named Link. His heart is one filled with a Balance of the Golden Forces. I think he will be a suitable candidate. But before I can go to him….I have to find something Mother told me about.”

“Yes. You must find the three Circ------------------------------------------------

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“So this is the Sheikah Slate? I know Miss Paya had one, but McCormick never got to use it, he was always too reckless and Lucas just isn’t old enough yet, so I haven’t ever actually seen it up close. What does it do?” Aoife stared at the small device in Wild’s hands.

“Well, it can do a lot of things. It can take an image of what’s in the real world and recreate it. No drawing or anything, and it’s a perfect replica! It has a log of items I have as well as clothing and weapons, and it will materialize them whenever I wish. I can also travel to anywhere on the map that is downloaded onto it.”

“Oh, so it’s like, the precursor to the phiras.” Lucasari chimes in, leaning over Wild’s shoulder.

“Phiras?”

“Yeah! A phira is this little metal device the Champions in our Era all have. It’s embedded into their assigned Champion’s sash, and assists with them controlling their Divine Beasts. The idea for it was probably from the Sheikah Slate. Only Knights are allowed an actual Sheikah Slate though, since we don’t have a Divine Beast and have no need for the a smaller device like a phira. Phira pretty much means ‘control’ in old Gerudo, if you use a really loose translation.” Lucas’s eyes light up as he speaks.

Aoife snickers. “You’re such a nerd, Lucas.”

“I can’t help it! These things are so cool, how could you not think they’re cool, Aoife?!”

“I have to admit, these phiras do sound very interesting.” Sil steps up to Lucas’s side. “Are there any other features it has?”

“They can recreate the abilities of previous Champions! But only if the Champion using the phira has been able to prove that they are capable and worthy of using it. My mother is the current Gerudo Champion, and she’s able to use the Champion’s ability from the First and Second Calamities, as well as the Gerudo Champion who was just before herself. She worked very hard for it though, and she’s the only one of the Champions who can use more than two abilities from the phira. Phiras are made directly from the Divine Beast itself, that’s how it’s able to transfer the abilities of previous Champions, by using the energy of their lingering power that’s been absorbed into the Beasts!” As he continues to ramble, Aoife stares down at her crown in her hands. The red jewel on the front of it glinted in the sunlight, almost mockingly. She sneered down at it, shoving it in the bag at her side. She brushes the longer strands of her hair back, tying them together at the back of her head. Find him. I don’t want to find him. Yes, you do. And how would you know? I’m your Reflection, Aoife. I know all that you know. Bullshit. “Aoife?” Saoirse’s voice pulls Aoife from her thoughts. She looks up at the grey-skinned woman, an annoyed glare on her face. “What do you want?” “Are you alright?” “Is it any of your business?” She spits out, snarling. “Oh whoopy fucking doo, you’re my and every other fucking princess’s Dark. That doesn’t mean you get a free pass to get in my shit. Fuck off, man.” “Aoife!” Sean hisses from his spot near Fissure.

“What?! Am I seriously the only one who doesn’t trust this shit?! We are being pulled to and fro through Eras, we’re really just gonna trust whoever the hell we come across?! I don’t give a DAMN if they’re from just before our Era. I don’t trust any of these motherfuckers and I sure as fuck don’t trust the bitch that’s supposed to be my Dark! Darks only care about killing their Lights, that’s how it’s always been! That’s one of the biggest and most well-known trials of Heroes! They. Kill. Their. Dark. Image!” Aoife shouts, breathing heavily. “And what?! I’m supposed to just trust these two random fucking Darks, and not be suspicious that they could possibly be plotting against all of us Lights?! SERIOUSLY?!?!?”

“ZELDA!” Lucas bellows, causing Aoife to flinch. “What the hell is going on with you!?”

“ME?! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING WITH ALL OF YOU?! WE ARE BEING PULLED INTO A MILLION DIFFERENT FUCKING ERAS AND TIMELINES!! AND YOU HAVEN’T EVEN DARED TO THINK THAT SOMEONE IN THAT FUCKING GROUP COULD BE THE REASON FOR IT?!?! WHAT ABOUT ZOEY, HUH? TY SEEMED PRETTY SHITTY ABOUT HER BEING AROUND, THEY SURE SEEM TO HAVE A FUCKING HISTORY! HOW DO WE KNOW SHE ISN’T APART OF THIS!?!?”

“Enough.” Wild’s voice is the next to echo over the area. It’s loud and deep enough to shake both Lucas and Aoife to their bones. Wild’s face is coiled into a snarl, a furious look on his face. “You are the princess of Hyrule, and the prince of the Gerudo. Start fucking acting like it. Whether you think you should trust us or not, that is up to you. But we are your best fucking bet at getting back to the others, and back home to your own Era. So quit fucking around like a child and get your shit in order!” He yells, letting out a low growl.

It’s silent, until Fissure clears his throat, letting out a strained laugh.

“That was hot.”

Wild sighs, facepalming, which earns a raucous laugh from Fissure, one that causes him to nearly fall backwards. Sil and Saoirse snicker, seemingly used to this, Sean soon joining in.

Aoife avoids Lucas’s gaze, a bitter expression growing on her face.

I don’t want to find him.

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“WHERE THE HELL IS HE?!” Mali’s voice screams, echoing in the Lab. Ghirahim flinched, keeping the table between him and the raging Dark. Vanity growled, grabbing Mali by the arm.

“Calm down! Who usually watches over the prison, huh? There’s no use screaming at the Sword when he isn’t even ever down there. He takes care of the Shadows, not the prisoners. You should be asking our Guards.” Vanity grabs Mali’s jaw, squeezing so that he couldn’t continue to yell. Mali was breathing heavily, red eyes blazing with anger. He jerks his head from Vanity’s grasp, pushing him away.

“Figure out where he fucking went. NOW!” He hisses, stomping off. Vanity sighs, an annoyed growl rumbling beneath it.

“Ghirahim, keep an eye on things up here, as you usually do. Nobody is allowed in the lab other than the twins. You tell me immediately if someone disobeys orders, do you understand?” Vanity sends a sideways glance at the Sword Spirit, who nods nervously, not making eye contact.

Metallic, loud footsteps echo through the stone hall as Vanity makes his way to the deepest parts of the Catacombs. Anger boiled in his body, pairs of brown, green and orange eyes watching as he passed. He passed his fingers over the bars of the cell holding the green eyes, a thin, pale hand reaching out to grab his sleeve. Vanity stops, barely turning his head to look at the imprisoned creature.

“What are you doing, Luculen? You know this isn’t the way to go.” The soft voice felt like acid in Vanity’s ears. He sneered, gripping the hand that held his sleeve tightly, digging his nails into their wrist.

“You have no idea what I know. So keep quiet, majora.”

“You call me a traitor, yet look where your feet are currently taking you.”

Vanity scoffs, yanking the prisoner’s hand off of his arm, and continuing down the hall. The large metal door was silent despite it’s weight as Vanity shoved it open. A pair of tired, pale blue eyes stared at him from a large metal cage in the middle of the room he entered.

“Welcome back, Luculen. Whatever could bring you down here to my lovely abode?” The blonde man in the cage shifted, his sarcastic remark earning an eyeroll from Vanity.

“I have a job for you.”

“And why would I do anything you tell me to?”

“Because, Satus. If you do this, I’ll let you go. You can go to whatever Era you wish, and hide away till you finally drop dead.”

“And why should I believe you?”

“You know I make good on my promises.”

“True enough. But again. Why would I want to do this?” Satus smirked, his fingers finding the edge of frayed crimson scarf wrapped around his neck.

“Do you really want to spent the rest of eternity down in this dingy little cage?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know! I’ve gotten pretty attached, you know. Maybe I should get a little plant in here? Really make it look like home.” He scoffs, tongue moving over his teeth as his stared at Vanity. “What is this job, Luculen? Maybe if it seems worth my endless amount of time, I’ll think about it.”

“I need you to find someone.”

“Who?”

“The heiress to the Silver Goddess.”

Satus laughs. “Which one, you idiot? There have been countless. Though, of course, you probably only know a handful of them.”

“The one that recently landed on a certain ship of a certain Hero of Winds. That heiress.” Vanity leans on the bars, wrapping his arms through. “Find her, bring her here. And then you can leave forever.”

“And condemn an innocent girl to your hand? Like fucking hell.” Satus spit on the ground in front of him, flipping Vanity off.

“Either that or she dies. She’s not supposed to be in this world. And if she stays here, her body will eventually go completely off Balance, and she, and thousands upon thousands of people will die across Eras. So either you get her here, or have thousands of deaths on your hands. Think about it, Hylia’s Chosen Hero.” Vanity smacks the bars, before turning on his heel and leaving the room as quickly as he came in.

Satus growls, taking a rock from the floor of the cage and throwing it at the metal door through the bars. It smacks the door with an echoing thud. He hits his head against the bar behind him, closing his eyes.

“I really fucking hate him.”

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Hyrule-Bound is still on hiatus. But I managed to finish the last leg of Chapter 15, which has been in the works since before the hiatus was announced.

But yeah.

HERE WE ARE CHAPTER 15!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!!

I hope y’all enjoyed it though, it’s a bit shorter than previous chapters.

So. Yeah! If you’re on mobile, go check out HB on archiveofourown right here. It’s much easier to read there, since mobile removes my editing and spacing.

Stay crazy, my Lovely Proxies~!!!

Creator Twitchy out~