Cam appears.

Looks around.

"You rang?" he asks, raising his voice a bit in case whoever was manning the light projector is hiding.

For a pause, there's nothing. Then the air pressure around him spikes, vibrates, then stills. There's a sound almost like a diffracting wave run in reverse: smudged out at first, then running back together and coalescing into shape.

It goes a bit like:

a      de   n     a

you a

are   you  a demon

The weird slabs on the rails above him rock as the voice speaks, creaking gently. The ground underfoot teeters just a little. If he looks around, he's in some kind of... depressed... pit room thing... of dark metal-looking walls with raised gold patterns. Though the color might be hard to tell considering that the only thing to see by is the dim red moonlight streaming in from strange gratings-windows above.

"Y...es? What were you expecting?"

There's another pause. When the voice comes back, it's a bit steadier.

I did not expect this to work.

"Who... are you."

I am Revali, legendary archer of the Rito. Champion of my Divine Beast Vah Medoh, to which you are summoned. And what is your address?

"I'm Cam. I... don't know of a legend about you and have not heard of Divine Beasts before."

The air rasps, producing almost a "tch".

I am sure nor have I heard the great legends of... Hell. Yet here we are.

He says "Hell" by a mangled pronunciation of the name from one of the more common demon languages.

"How did you know to try this? I don't think anybody's been summoned to wherever the heck this is before."

I was told of it in a dream. Or some miserable facsimile of one, at the least.

"A... miserable facsimile.. of a dream."

Is it a dream if one does not sleep? A daydream, a vision, a hallucination borne of this half-life unending. Call it what you will.

"What are you?"

What am I?

The walls around him shudder, the blocks above screeching to and fro.

I am dead.

"So some sort of... ghost, haunting the... beast."

A spirit bound to the chassis of this Divine Beast I once called mine. For one hundred years I have waited, for something—anything! For an age there was nothing. Nothing except us and his cold dead grip. Nothing until it came back. I have waited for one hundred years. We will never be free.  It returns. It  comes for me. It is  inside us.  I t   will ne v     e

It will never cease.

You are a demon. You make deals, or so I am to understand.

"That's standard, yeah... what's coming for you?"

Calamity Ganon.

We were meant to destroy him. Instead, we died. We failed. The world burned. And now I am here, clinging to a shadow of existence. Then he was gone, for a long time, for decades and decades. Until today. Yesterday. Or was it longer? No, weeks. No. The Great Calamity returns. I cannot fail again.

I want you to destroy him. May he never return for one hundred thousand years. More. If he does not ever return, the better.

In exchange, I offer you my soul.

"I don't actually collect souls. I know that it's a whole tradition and everything but it's not my bag. How about I go see if I can verify that Calamity Ganon is bad news for myself, and if he is, I explode him or whatever, gratis."

And how do you intend to verify this?

"...fly around, talk to people, see if there are calamities ongoing and some specific guy who looks up if I say 'yo Ganon' is doing them?"

Calamity Ganon is not a "guy". It is—malice incarnate. A spirit of destruction. Natural disaster given life. The ancients named him many things. If you wish to see evidence of the Calamity, it is as simple as gazing eastward from one of Vah Medoh's viewports.

"Well, I'm not sure I will be able to kill anything like that unless it's incarnate enough to die, but like, I don't want to kill some random person with a similar name or anything, I've got some due diligence to do."