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A slow tingling, twitching, and jolting. Thick is the blood and runs viscous as tar.ย
An emerald green running in the veins - Poisoning.
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Ashen dust in the air, the smell of sulfur, the itching rasp in the throat that crawls through the lungs.
A scorching ruby red festering on the skin - Burning.
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Gasping for freedom, the body remains heavy and obstructed. The mind is a prisoner in the struggle.
Few blue sapphire bubbles travel upwards to the surface - Drowning.
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The blue sky, the howling invisible wind, the hard ground....the grey of steel of a broken blade...and the red of blood near a body showed the end of a battle.
The eyes reflect the soul. Most would agree.
Yet the man who lay dying had no such 'soul' to mention. His eyes were hollow to the point where one could only see one's own reflection.ย
'How often has it been now? This feeling of suffering? I want it to end...'
No words escaped the man's mouth. Only the echoes of his inner voice rumbled in silence. The blood flowing out of said lips just sealed this ability to lament even further.
"Link!!" A wail of a woman cried out, and she came into view of the unmoving man's eyes from above.
"No, what happened!? This can't be! It can't end like this! You need to stand up. We will fix you up. Everything will be alright."
'Oh, shut up already, you stupid bitch.' The Link she referred to already ignored the whims of the person who looked down at him from above. He couldn't care less.
She didn't even have the decency to kneel near him and press on the fucking wound.
The only thing he saw on the face of this wench was the absurd smirk she had plastered on her face. And he could easily discern why she had that expression. Hell, everyone could see how her gaze was drawn to the other corpse of a monstrous boar nearby on the ground.
Not that this was the first time he experienced this absurd shift of expectation and reality.ย
Expectations always gave way to the hard reality of things.
Be a hero, save the fucking world.
What a bullshit thing he got himself into. And it was not even his first death, or would probably be his last. He already felt how these cunts of goddesses tried to pry his soul from his material body to shove it right back into another iteration of him.
Funny thing is, he always ended up in some crazy situation as if the original hero pissed off and left the hard work for whatever sorry dude to take over.
He died from pretty much every imaginable death. Death by kissing the ground too hard or getting flocked by angry chickens that would scratch you to death.
And it would sound funny if it were not you at the receiving end. It was agonizing to die with hundreds of beaks pecking out your eyes, talons ripping open your throat until you just died on the ground.
And he didn't even want to talk about the more repulsive ways he died.
Just the first of them, where he got paralysed by a certain giant ass spider and used as some respawn point for its brute, was enough to traumatize him into many deaths after.
It felt like he went through every gamer's worst nightmare savefile and had to repair the damage done with whatever miracle possible.
He...was just tired of this now.
At some point, he started to believe that only killing that fat pig would grant him a certain amount of freedom.
Obey, kill the 'bad' guy, and save the world.
Something that would finally stop this madness of reincarnated hell.
Yes, hell. He even believed he ended up in one of its circles to suffer forever.
Yet hope is something stupid. It festers for the most ridiculous things. In his case, time without suffering and danger.
But the chosen hero only has one fate - death. And the crueler, the better, it seemed.
Now standing above him was the princess to be saved. Normally, you would imagine her using her powers to save him. After all, this world had remarkable magical things to save one's ass.
He saw his enemies ridiculously misusing those themselves, mind you. A potion here, a magical artifact there. An invincibility bubble there.ย
But no, this princess only had some weird expression on her face and a dagger in her hand that she plunged straight into his heart below his damaged chainmail and tunik.
"Your body is damaged. But don't worry. I will make sure to put that brave heart into another body so you can keep going. You will be back to your old self, Link." Her happy-sounding words were anything but.
Well, at least she was somewhat right that he would look the same again. He did look like a dead zombie walking most of the time.ย
Yet this crazy bitch is also way far away from the normal Zelda anyone would imagine her to be.
Now he felt like he would love to see this bitch again in the grasp of Ganon as some broodmother again. Even if it meant getting killed by her hellspawn once more.
'Well, that is enough, I guess...I already only feel the cold anyway...Time for round whatever the fucking count was....'
Ethereal hands grabbed his soul and dragged him off.
But unlike normally, where he started to get into combat right after his death or catapulted into a feverish scenario version of Majora's Mask, this time there was only darkness around him.
His mind at first was sluggish to the point where he needed a few seconds to realize the difference.
But he soon came out of his automated stupor and looked around. Even his eyes suddenly enlarged when noticing this new environment.
He was not yet engaging in combat or anything else dangerous for now, so he welcomed that change even if the surroundings were lacking in terms of illumination.