Set in an AU where Ghirahim rises from the lowly Fool of the Demon King Releris to the ruler of all the Lower Realms. But as the demon lord tries to destroy the Seal and take the sunlit lands of the surface for the demons, he encounters resistance...

It was naive to assume that everything would just go back to the way it was before. A year after the fall of the demon king, Link finds himself more restless than ever, his unconscious mind plagued with tribulation. Are these merely bad dreams, or do the threads of fate run much deeper than that? Ghirahim & Link central fic, warnings: violence, dark

They say the sword hates all of the goddess's people. They also say that one day the sword's seemingly endless well of hatred will dry up, and at that time, it will only have enough strength left to hate itself. /GhiraLink /DARK

"Do you remember when I told you that the next time we met, I'd make your ears bleed from the sound of your own screams? Well, I've been thinking...Perhaps corporal punishment is a touch harsh. I might be willing to forgive and forget if you'll strike a deal." Two shot. Ghirahim x Link, M/M