Thread: The Wrong Hands (PazzoXLunlun)

A faint violet light emanated from every surface within Ganon's cavernous throne room amisdts the sound of barely audible rumbling somewhere in the distance. The sorcerer fiend emerged from the mist red portal first, quickly followed by the small blue female spirit. The hazy, swirling red dimensional gate then winked out of existence. The Future King of all Hyrule muttered to himself madly, a cruel grin splashed across what would be his handsome face, the golden symbol on his forehead glowing ominously. He gazed at the weapon in his hands, held it over his head in triumph, and bellowed out a hideous laughter that seemed to fill the entire cavern. But suddenly Gannon felt a powerful force pull on the Master Sword. He looked up at it in disbelief, his golden eyes furious. The unidentified force pulled on the sword yet again, harder this time, forcing him to hold it level with the floor. The weapon hummed faintly in his hands, slowly glowing in volume. rained as he pulled back with all of his might on the weapon, gripping it tightly with both hands. All at once, the throne room was filled with a blinding flash of intensified read light. It was the Triforce of power, the sacred red jewel, suddenly awakened in the prescience of the sword. Like an invisible giant, the Master Sword forcibly pulled Gannon along with it, his black velvet boots sliding along the amethyst floor tiles. As the blade drew closer, the Triforce of power bathed the room in crimson streaks of lightning, reaching out in all directions. He hastily shielded his eyes with one hand, while greedily keeping a death grip on the Sword with the other. Howling in rage, he was dragged across his throne room faster and faster, until the point of the weapon lay but a mere hair away from the ruby artifact. The violent red arcs of light coalesced upon the master sword, and all around the evil sorcerer. Gannon howled in a mix of intensified rage and great pain. And just as sudden as it began, the bright crimson light disappeared, thrusting the room back into darkness, save for the faint purple glow of the ceiling, walls and floor. Gannon fell to one knee, visibly weakened. The triorce of power hovered a little lower above its pedestal now, its normal angry cardinal glow replaced by a contented maroon dimness. The Master Sword glowed a faint blue now, pulsing mightily with power Gannon lie face up on the floor at the base of the triforce pedestal. His arms and legs splayed, with his right hand clutching the holy weapon tightly. Using the master sword to steady himself, Gannon spat out a curse, and carefully regained his footing. His eyes suddenly cleared, and they immediately shifted from their normal bright gold to a deep crimson, like they were orbs of pure molten ruby. Everything was so clear now. How could he have been so brash and incompetent all of these years? How could he have been so overwhelmingly stupid?!?!?! All of his pathetic attempts to seize power, every single one of his hastily constructed plans, everything was due to his narcissistic hubris... He understood this now, and normally when faced with such frustration he would have gone on one of his regular rampages, his temper flaring as he destroyed numerous inanimate objects... But not now... No, such behaviors were for the weak willed and incompetent. His own arrogance kept him from success, his own impatience barred him from his birthright... Gannon was now something more than he was, and perhaps something less... Whatever the Triforce of power just did with its abrupt release of energy, it had changed him greatly. For once in his existence, The Demon Sorcerer controlled himself. He had a valuable opportunity to seize power, and his newfound wisdom and patience would be instrumental. Turning with an uncanny grace and not his usual angry thrusts of his limbs, he stood before the glowing Azure woman, His head cocked gently to one side. His face was no longer marked with evil glee or feral rage, but something far more sinister, and much more unholy...