You are Lord Ghirahim's assistant, who he dragged around everywhere he went, whether it was fighting Link, using Zelda's powers to resurrect Demise, summoning monsters, on a mission, or just wandering. He's sassy and sarcastic, pretends to hide his feelings, but he never fails to let you know how much he cares about you every now and then.

You sat quietly on your velvet stool, keeping to yourself, as Ghirahim sat in his own taller seat, like a king in a throne, as he sharpened his sword, the demon-lord's blade, occasionally tossing the white bangs out of his face to see his blade more clearly. "Dear Assistant, please pass me a handkerchief." Ghirahim purred, his eyes glancing at you gently.