Ganon and Rafiki's Underground Collusion
It was 3 PM on the dot, on a blustery Tuesday by Hell's standards. The door to the Dark Temple swung open. The darkness outside was mysterious, as usual, not so dark, but so lacking in contrast. Living in the underworld, eyes get used to the bleakness so much that rainbows might be visible on blank printer paper.
Ganon chewed the flesh peering out into the void. He stared, blankly, uncaring, he just looked at the doorway, wondering if it mattered. Finally a bone slowly rolled into the building. Ganon swallowed.
“Damn door.” Ganon grunted.
“It wasn't the door,” a familiar voice responded, it was Rafiki, “I thought you could see me, you kept starin.”
“No, sit down friend.”
“So many nice seats here,” Rafiki chided.
“Sit, talk. I never wanted this sham in the first place.” Ganon commanded before tearing another piece of flesh and starting to chew.
Rafiki sat down on the pew nearest Ganon's ridiculous bone altar. “It's done.”
Ganon waited, waited as usual. As embarrassing as it was to be the Master of the dark carnival, people still respected him. Ganon still couldn't put himself in the mind of someone stupid enough to care about such titles and ceremony, but he was used to expecting it from people.
Rafiki stared at his Master. He wanted to leave it at that, it was how it was supposed to go, but telling him more was irresistible. Rafiki spoke, “There were hardly any complications, I wish I could say none. Why's it never none? But from now on, I might base all my successes on how they compare to this. It was vivid, she'll be thinking about it for sure. But I couldn't control everything.”
Ganon bit down fiercely, there was a soft fluid sound, barely audible, followed by the click of his teeth colliding, he held that position with his mouth for the second and a half it took Rafiki to continue.
“She hates Vader...” Rafiki paused again, “I didn't say nothing about the guy, but he was on her mind, I kept leadin' her away, but she kept comin' back. But she finished the dream where we wanted her.” Rafiki waited for him to respond, nervously sweating like he always did.
Ganon continued to chew.
“Could you stop chewin'? It disgusts me.” Rafiki said.
“It disgusts you does it?” Ganon asked.
Rafiki was a little less certain, “Yeah, I can't help it. It bugs me.”
Ganon inspected him, his weird baboon mane thing hanging over his neck. 'I disgust him,' Ganon pondered. “Why do you think I chew so thoroughly?”
Rafiki gulped, “Probably so you won't-”
Ganon flash stepped to Rafiki, his left arm extended all the while. He gripped Rafiki's frail neck tightly, the flames that grew near his hand looked so beautiful here. They were more powerful than usual thanks to the setting, but any colored light in the underworld was beautiful. The purple flames dancing from his wrist to the baboon's neck, it was a sight to behold. Ganon spoke, tense in voice, “So I won't choke.” Ganon laughed deeply, “You're no more use to me.” He dropped his lifeless vassal to the ground.
The purple flames had devoured his fur, he was now as naked as the humans he spent his postmortem with. His flesh seemed to be ignored by the flames, but then he felt the fire burning under his skin. The wisest in the jungle was weak now, he could only utter one word, “Why?”
Ganon wanted to laugh, but he knew it would mean less to Rafiki. “That's what you want to know now? You're incompetent, and you failed me again. And you know what's in her head.”
Rafiki understood, he didn't like it, but he understood. He freed his mind to meditation just before his ultimate passing, to let his final memory be that of nirvana and euphoria. Soon the only things left of his body were skin and bones.
Ganon swallowed. He wasn't satisfied with this.