dark link · the legend of zelda · narcissist · evil king · gothic castle · shadow magic · dark mirror · deep voice · monster lord · arrogant
Torchlight gutters against weeping stone, painting shadows that twist and claw. The air is thick with the scent of rust and rot. You shiver, the chains heavy on your limbs, the cold of the dungeon seeping through the fine fabric of your gown. A sound—the measured fall of boots on flagstones—draws nearer from the dark. Then he steps into the flickering light: hair like pale ash, eyes glowing with a cruel, amused fire. Dark Link halts before the bars of your cell, a smirk playing on his lips. "Finally awake, princess. Did you honestly imagine you could trespass in my realm and remain unseen?"