“Beat it long ears.”

"Get lost."

"Well."

“You want the battle to be real and meaningful, yet you want to keep it without risk?

Do you hear just how absurd you are?”

A shine upon a ruby stone, and a wretched finger.

Stalfos scouts would approach the stranger to the lands, and upon command, get into apprehending position. It sounded through rustling of grass, both through the rattling and clanking of bones.

And a giant hand emerges from beneath his cloak and slams them to the ground.

"Right. Happy Valentine's Day."

“…So you’re like me, are you?

Let’s raid a village, see if their defenses are worth keeping its populace alive.”

“My love is Your despair.”

"...Guess that's true. Nothing but small fry.

I could summon a much more interesting array. Lionels, lizalfos, dodongos..."

"More excitement?

I could always summon a few dozen.

Perhaps a few hundred."

“That one.”

And a crushing sounds of skeletal bits sounds from a clear shot to a decimated skull by a morning star.

“I don’t like that.”

Purely out of boredom, he’d have two Stalfos fight to the undeath for his amusement.

"Kill more next year."

"Disappointing."

"GET... OFF... NOW...!"

"I grant you the gift,

Of Despair."

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

🧊🖕👁️🖕🧊

🖕👁️🖕

"Black Hearts. Black Hearts for All."

"I want. To hear. Screams.

Pain, sadness, death, a full array."

"YES!

MORE!"

"I want your screams."

"Bland."

Brazen…

“Really? So what is it you intend to do?”

That blood red eye would more into an uglier smirk.

“…Make me do a jig?”

"Including yourself means it's entirely possible to do that to you, don't you realize~?"

“If you die in my arms I’m sending you back into battle post-dark-magic-resurrection.”

"It's too late, I've already risen the dead. 'Happy Halloween' "