Ghirahim sat on a high tower, watching yet another town burning to ashes. He didn't want to do a lot more than just watch this time. He was tired. He hadn't eaten in weeks, ever since he had given in to the Mask, but he didn't need food. He didn't need anything, not even sleep or water. The Mask looked after him, made him truly invincible, just as It had told him. It had made his injuries magically disappear. He loved this Mask, Majora, he worshipped It.
"Go into town, bring more destruction..."
He sighed. He wasn't up to doing much today. But if the Mask told him to...
"You're still wanting to obey me, aren't you?"
"Of course," Ghirahim said, half hypnotized by the voice of the Mask, "I will follow you anywhere... Take my soul and lead me then... I will follow you till the end... Lead me into darkness..."
"Into darkness we will go... Into darkness of destruction... Into darkness of death..."
They say the Mask from beyond the moon is one that steal
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