The Legend of MARVEL: Linked Earths

Prologue: Dark Allegiance

He hated this! He hated how his plans are backfiring simultaneously, blindly making portals to wherever and when he does finally get his chance, he somehow lets opportunity slip through his fingers! No matter how many times he tried, he couldn't complete what he set himself out to do.

To finally kill his other half...

Well...other "halves". Apparently, there were more than one! Oh, how sweet life is to him! More heroic morons to deal with! What does the dang goddess have against him anyway? Last time he checked, she didn't like Link all that much if she robbed him of his childhood and gave him trauma as an apology gift! He also wasn't created by her. What did he do to deserve this? He's not her problem! Whether the goddess likes him or not, with those idiots surrounding his target, his chances of gaining the Triforce were beyond low. Unfortunately, earlier this month...finding the Triforce in general proved to be rather difficult. Dark Link noticed that his own power was being disrupted for no reason, but he recently discovered that his army of monsters have been distracted by something, disappearing into thin air, or flinging all over the place like ragdolls which was no fun since he wanted to do that himself! Some of them were also being ambushed by (no, not his enemies because those cretins wouldn't know an ambush even if it's right in their faces) by an unknown species of beasts even more disgusting than the ones here. It was irritating, having something disrupt his power. Whatever the power or the distraction, it was interfering with his plan of gaining the power Ganondorf so richly desired. He was letting this slip away!

"You're...so...STUPID!" He punched the damaged wall of the aging Shadow Temple, a place he liked to call home...for now until he shifts as well or if he gains the Triforce. "You had so many chances, and you're letting slip through the dang cracks somehow! What is wrong with you!" He pulled at his white hair in frustration. An opportunity to obtain something he sought for for so long, and now, unwanted events are standing in his way. He sighed deeply. "It hasn't been that long...and, yet I'm not even close. What am I doing wrong?"

Using whatever magic he could salvage, he gazed through the eyes of his favorite monster, the Black Lizalfos, to understand the world outside. He always liked using the Black Lizalfos as a puppet, but he never understood why he chose that ugly lizard. Maybe, it was misunderstanding that he saw in it, a little of himself, the fact that it's black like him and his soul? Really, who cared? With his dark magic, he was able to control the Lizalfos and attack Link and his new friends in disguise, but this led to the consequences of not being able to use it a long time. He started using his powers not too long ago which began the Shifting, as they called it, however once the presence of a higher supernatural energy appeared, it wavered, sometimes leaving him breathless. It was almost as if he had to fight against whatever lingered in the air. At times, he would be rendered unconscious due to the amount of energy he was forced to utilize. He really hoped that today wasn't that day that he does black out. Because of the recent activity, he was blindly making Shifts and when he was close, the energy would spike a major headache and ringing in her ears, yet at this point, he didn't care. He could handle a measly headache and a ringing.

Through the Lizalfos's eyes, Dark Link couldn't technically describe the scene unfolding before him. He wouldn't say that it was necessarily evil because hello? He's evil, but he wouldn't call it beautiful. Maybe, a mixture of both? Perhaps, but if there was one way to describe this scene, it would be "disturbing". People of a Castle Town in the same yet slightly rendered kingdom of Hyrule, somewhere in its history, were shoved forcefully into place, with the hideously deformed monsters armed with glowing bows, if he could them that, and formed into a straight line aiming whatever their bows actually were, as a priest of some sort spoke in tongues which sounded more like nonsense than some sermon. He'd be half-lying if he said that he wasn't the least intrigued by it. Yet, this didn't feel right. He continued to watch the scene, listening to that priest was explaining what sounded like utter nonsense and fantasies. Hm...what is this...?