Thread: The Demon Lord Rises (Broomhandle and Princess)

The air was thick with the putrid scent of flowers, spring water, and...what Medusa could only describe as purity. It was a hard place to find for a being such as her, but not impossible. She wouldn't have come here on a subconscious level considering that she was Goddess of Darkness...or rather formerly so. She had been stripped of most of her power, plopped down to the mortal world and left to rot. Palutena thought she had everything figured out, maybe she did, but Medusa would rather be destroyed once again rather than just surrender her life living as the shadow of her former self. No, she wouldn't just roll over and Palutena would be a fool for thinking she would. Except...she honestly had no idea why she was alive. She didn't have any memories of anything except Hades destroying her, yet here she was. Perhaps she had survived through sheer force of will, perhaps someone had taken pity on her...she didn't know. Quite frankly, she didn't care either, the important part was that she had another chance at revenge. Pit was buzzing around like an annoying fly and she had been giving him the slip for some time now, leaving the weaker monsters she could still summon from the underworld for him to deal with. But now she would find a much stronger ally in this putrid, lily covered scenery. According to her informant, some strange little nobody angel who had far too much knowledge of the mortal world, the sacred realm was closest to this point in Hyrule, and she could feel it. Perhaps she could not travel into such a realm, but she didn't need to. It would be enough to simply act as a beacon, a pillar of darkness for that creature to sense, to feel. To break free from his prison of light. There was only one problem, so much holy energy around her would take time to unravel, to corrupt. Palutena was sure to find her before she could finish, and she'd have to deal with Pit. She needed to find a good place to settle, a defensive position that would take some time for the runt to get to. Luckily for her, a place so wondrous would obviously have ruins that were once dedicated to its single purpose. Her eyes were not fooled by the scenery, they were simply drawn to a more obvious place. In the middle of the giant pond at the base of the mountain was a large, flat rock that almost looked like a pedestal. Her body melted away into nothing but darkness, leaving behind a cluster of strange, one eyed monsters that went out to do her bidding corrupting and destroying everything in sight. She reappeared on the slab of rock, facing the waterfall. A quick glance at her reflection filled her with ire, so much that the snakes inhabiting her locks of inky black hair hissed in anger. Her perfect skin had been ruined with scales, some of which were more pronounced and grey at her forearms. The mark on her face ruined whatever was left of her beauty, in her opinion. To remember what she once looked like when she was a Goddess, and to see her form now despite being...less monstrous that it had originally been thanks to her own spells, it just filled her with more determination. Almost violently so. More monsters appeared around her, answering to her call of hatred. She started walking towards the waterfall, stepping on water as the scenery around her began to change and twist into something that matched the blackness inside of he heart. Such darkness in a place as pure as this would no doubt attract attention, but she no longer cared. She would awaken this creature she had heard so much about, and he would help her with her conquest to become a Goddess once more and rule the heavens. That was her right, that was her purpose. She would let nothing stop her. Once again she disappeared, only to reappear at the very back of the ancient temple. Now, to find a good vantage point and focus her magic on reawakening the demon king. Somehow, she felt him being so close to the sacred realm, and she liked what she felt.