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The plan was meant to be prefect. They’d spent the better half of the last decade plotting and scheming. Working in the shadows of the kingdom, acting the part of savants of the light. Slowly but surely, they had gathered their forces; Manipulating the nobility, buying the loyalty of the knights and royal guard. Procuring the correct poisons and teaching the subtle arts of assassination, all to make it seem accidental. The throne was clear as far as they were concerned, the line of succession ending with the young princess. The princess who was missing. “She ran in a fit of grief” the people whisper, “She’s abandoned us to the wolves”. The King and Queen where dead, poisoned by the very people they had entrusted with their lives. The few knights that stood in the way taken care of. He was poised to take control of the throne in the coming weeks, and then They would control the Kingdom. No one would have been any the wiser as to what had really happed, nor as to who was behind it all.
It was meant to be PERFECT.
But what they had failed to account for was the supposedly dead prince. The rightful heir to the throne. The elder twin brother of the young princess who had supposedly passed in childhood (it seems the former monarchy wasn’t the pure, kind souls the people had believed). It had been an illness; the crown had told the people. One that had come on suddenly, overwhelming the infant and draining him of life. No one would dare question the words of supposedly grieving parents, let alone that of the King and Queen. It should have been an impossible scenario, something They never should have had to account for. But Demise only knows what they say about well laid plans.
The VERY MUCH ALIVE Prince had apparently been hiding in plain sight the entire time, posing as the nephew of the first knight of Hyrule. It should have been obvious that Alphon, one of the only knights they hadn’t managed to recruit, wasn’t the boy’s real uncle. The timing for one thing was too suspicious, his lack of a partner capable of producing offspring another. Even the boys looks, pink hair and violet eyes, bared no resemblance to Alphons dark hair and brown eyes. They-He should have pegged the deception earlier. But hindsight was apparently 20-20. There was no use dwelling on the failures of the past, not when they had the opportunity to do something permeant about it now.
The boy was on his way to rescue his sister from the temple of Time. They had captured the temple in the name of their lord. The blood of the former priests making a worthy first sacrifice to the dark God. The boy had been fighting valiantly against monster and man alike. It was an admirable attempt for how weak the child was. He was getting further than They thought possible. The 11-year-old had almost reached the temple when He came to a decision. They would let him find her; He decided. Let the boy think he had a chance; let them think they have a hope of escape. And then, when the boy makes to leave, They’ll attack. Kill two birds with one stone.
Here and now, there was a chance for action, a chance to fully take control. No one would be able to dispute his claim to the throne with the heir dead and the spare missing. They’ll usher in a new age upon the boy’s death. An age of Demise.
He can see it now:
They’ll ambush the sibling as they attempt to leave. They’ll gather near the exits and wait ‘til they come to them. There will be no need for theatrics, no need for complex plots and schemes. This was something to be done right, there would be no room for mistakes. They’ll jump the pair of siblings and separate them. They’ll hold him down until the boy stops shaking; ‘til he’s lost the energy to fight and the fire of in his eyes is smothered. They’ll hold her back as she screams for them to let her brother go. She’ll probably scream herself horse but the sound of her pain will be music to His ears. They’ll hold him down as He slits the boys throat, hold him still as his small body spasms and chokes on warm blood. They’ll hold her still and force her to watch her brothers blood spills on the stone path that was meant to lead to their freedom, breaking her spirit once and for all. He wonders if the blood will stain the steps of the once-holy place like that of the priests had. It would be a good tribute to their Lord, He thinks. And once the boy’s life is snuffed, when the light is drained from his eyes, they’ll return the princess to her tower, where shell stay until she’s of age.
Until she has use within His new kingdom.