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Post by Kuro on Jul 22, 2012 12:37:21 GMT -5
Well, I had the desire to make a Dark Souls fanfic, and it ended up as this assortment of vague excerpts. It doesn't have any spoilers, although it does/will mention things that the player can do in the game. I think it might be more of an interesting read to non-Dark Souls players, though. They could get the implications/mentions scattered in the stories and piece them together to know just what is happening in the world(s) of the fanfic. I will continue to make chapters.
Execution
Oh, great abyss of twilight.
How I despise us so.
The darkness surrounds me as I walk under you, my long-dead eyes searching for the next sinner. Another killer, another heretic, another chosen one destined to link the fire. So many titles and words for a lowly undead, whose only feasible destiny is to turn hollow.
I do not know just what I feel every time I am brought to the same shadowed castle, over and over. When I see the dead, lightless sky, when I lay my eyes upon you, I think I feel a mix of anger and indignation. No, not anger...I do not care enough for such a word. When I see you, I see a dead deity, fell by the blade of a "chosen one". A "heretic".
Why would they do this, I wonder? Power is the most probable answer...Their souls -
Another dies by my hand. But it is not the sinner. Only a phantom, some unwitting partner from another world. His flame was impressive, but I have learned that pyromancers cannot use their precious fires without their precious hands.
I see the target in question, oh great sky. He stands in the castle, his lance at the ready. I know that the roof shields him from your eyes, but do not worry.
You will hear his screams.
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Post by Kuro on Jul 22, 2012 12:37:50 GMT -5
Survival
I want to survive.
I am a survivor. I do what I must to live and breathe another day, and in the horrible cesspool that is Lordran, doing that is no easy feat.
I have fought abominations beyond your mortal comprehension, you ungrateful whelp. I killed the giant gargoyles, I shoved my sword into the hide of the nightmarish Quelag, I rang those accursed bells of awakening that the world oh so needs! I am running into danger and throwing myself into the very fires of hell - no, worse - because I am the chosen one, I am the hero, I am the bloody warrior that is killing the monsters! I, am the good guy, I, am no monster.
I need all of the help I can get to survive in this bloody place. I need souls, I need weapons, most of all, I need humanity! Humanity is a very valuable thing, a very valuable thing indeed, and it is very hard to come by. I can't just look for them in barrels, you know. I need something quicker, something...more.
I am what you righteous buggers call a Darkwraith. I have no shame in saying it. I use the time distortion to my advantage, I go into other worlds and take the humanity of their chosen ones. So what about them? It's not my world they're in, so it's not my problem! As far as i'm concerned, I am the important one here; my world or nothing. I would like to exist, thank you very much, and I would like to exist in comfort. I feel so dead when i'm not human, you know. Do you know what it feels like to be skinny to the bone and to have what little meat there is hanging like flabs? Do you know what it feels like to not feel any blood in your face, no, I guess you wouldn't, huh, you safe, comfortable citizen.
In a few moments, I am going to go into Sen's Fortress. It is a ghastly box of horrors that would surely make you want to run home and hide under the covers. I do not have that option. I, I can only go forward, and if i'm going to do that, I'm going to do it with a partner, and of course, if I want to do that, I need humanity. I need to be human if I want to summon, and I can only get...humanity from invading. I can't just search for humanities, I can't just scour the lands full of monsters for a humanity, I have to get humanity from invading other worlds, and you bloody well know it. I regret nothing. With this orb and this blade, I can easily get the job done.
So long.
I'm going to go survive.
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Post by Kuro on Jul 22, 2012 12:38:50 GMT -5
Speech
Do you want to know how I feel about all this? Well, most likely not. But, I suppose you don't have much choice, do you?
My name...my name isn't important. No one calls me by it anyway. They just call me the "chosen one" or more usually, just "you". But, I don't mind. What I do mind are the hollows. Have you ever seen one - well, I suppose that you have if you're here in front of me in this area. Yes, they are horrible, aren't they? Raggedy men in raggedy armor with, heh, not so raggedy weapons. Those things hurt, you know, I mean, they're clearly not there for show. Hm.
Also, it's just sad to look at them. Just, their whole story and everything. And then there's the fact that I...could be...
Well, I don't want to dwell on it too much. You just have to do what you have to. That was me trying to sound smart. Not a good try I gather, judging from your reaction. Well, okay, fine, I suppose that I can't really blame you, I mean, you're kind of a...hm, yes.
I don't want to take up much more of your time, although to be fair, you must have all the time in the world. I don't mean that in a bad way though, I mean...I'll just go. Sorry, my Fair Lady, I just wanted to talk and - yes, um, sorry, sorry! I'm, uh, going..Uh, is that a -
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Post by Kuro on Jul 23, 2012 22:54:36 GMT -5
Thought
What is a soul? What is it that I hold in my hand? Some white light...Some small ember of another life? The remains of some hero, dead for who knows how long, all of his memories and experiences, all of the thoughts and fear and worry just...
Gone.
I don't think I can help looking at this marvelous object. In a quick gesture such as this, I...crush, the last traces of an undoubtedly grand and epic story. A corpse found dead in some unreachable tomb, sprawled out just in front of what must have been it's destination as it had been mine. Just imagine what kind of man the soul had belonged to. What kind of man had he been, how far had he progressed in his quest, and how had it come to such an abrubt end?
Look into this bonfire with me. Gaze into its light and see the other worlds. Somewhere out there, there is another chosen one carrying out his or her duty, traversing all of Lordran. He is carrying a blade that may or may not be like yours, armor that may or may not be the same armor that you wear, a face...that is nothing like yours. A completely different person, a completely different mind, a completely different chosen one. Just imagine that. Some food for thought.
A small part of me actually wants to stay at this bonfire. Imagine if I could just sit here and think until the end of my days. Looking into the fire. What is left of the fire. I could keep it alive forever...I don't really care much for this world. It never really cared for me. I would rather just think of all the other worlds out there.
But, you are an odd guest...aren't you?
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jul 23, 2012 23:27:45 GMT -5
Disasters are gone after the defeat of the Gravelord Servant
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