So much potential, yet so much goodness in his beating little heart. But yet...there was more, ooh yes...more more more. He would stay with this one, learn his ways...a proper shape had to be taken, and soon. Soon soon soon, he would be alive, free from his prison, free from everything. Nothing could stop him.
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The world would spin, regardless of who had command of it's pantheon and it's earth. People would try to live, and truth be told...there was little economy in reducing everything to ruin. No, there was plenty of bittersweet taste for everyone. Ganondorf had the only sense of infrastructure, he had the only way to assuage fears. There was more than a little amusement in giving Ike the command of overseeing the reconstruction of Ylisse into something more...suitable.
Ike knew why he did it, but he didn't say anything...truth be told, they probably found amusement in him slaughtering an entire city of it's people and then reshaping it to a much more suitable ascetic for the Lady Medusa and Ganondorf. The air was heavy with incense, female acolytes wearing dark purple robes, similar to their lady trotted around the city, singing their praises of her. Concubines were trailed by their children, Hylians with burning eyes and ruddy skin tones. It was a depressing revelation when Ike had recognized some of them, soldiers of hyrule, holding the hands of children and their stomach swollen with more.
But today, it was a good day...so Ganondorf said. He and his Lady Medusa would be making a personal trip to oversee the construction, and would be bringing Palutena and Chrom with them to show what resistance meant. This was the only opportunity they would get, Ike wouldn't waste it. He was standing over the battlements with Samus when he glanced up a fraction, and saw a familiar winged form soar lower. Chi. Medusa's little messenger girl. Odd, why would she send someone ahead?
"...Does my lady request something?" Ike said idly.