Dark Souls and Akame ga Kill belong to their respective owners. I own nothing.
My soul was as black as the mud beneath me. I know that as a fact. I saw it before. In one of the most god-forsaken places on the planet, burning slowly, I peered into myself. And that's what I found.
Complete and utter blackness. That was what I knew was there, under my burning flesh and skin. It was a scary thought, being something completely unnatural. Even others like me were at least had souls with some light in them. I too got to see those when they were finding a new host.
But then again, it still made sense. This was not the place that I was from. In the place I came from, such things like magic and miracles didn't exist. But here, in the land of Lordran, it did. In fact, I had the ability to use them, even mastered them.
But that fact was what kept me going. Even if I had to throw away my past to move on, it came back the moment I kindled the first flame. It kept me sane, preventing me from entering the same madness that overtook the Lord of Cinders. I wanted to go back, for I knew that the world that I used to be from was kind.
Or at least, more kind than Lordran was.
The knowledge that I gained from the previous world stayed, but all the memories were gone. Like knowing that there was a continent called 'North America', but not knowing where you learned it. It was annoying, to say the least.
So there I was, sitting in the kiln of the first flame, everything ablaze, contemplating my soul. To some, the scene would be considered disturbing and painful to watch, but after burning for such a long time, to me it was just annoying. After burning for over a century, one gets used to the intense heat.
Staring into the flame, I noticed something out of the corner of my vision. Turning my helmeted head in the direction, I found a dark tear in the middle of the air.
It was similar to the portal that brought me to the past, into Oolacile to save Princess Dusk after the 'hero' of the abyss failed to do so. It was caused by the Old One wanting the other half of his precious pendant, even to reach through time to get to it. The time spent there was rather strange, meeting and speaking to the other two of the four knights of Gywn, and meeting Chester, that sly bastard. Gough even gave me his bow after slaying the dragon, as he was blinded and could no longer leave his tower.
But that was in the past, and the new portal might lead to somewhere more interesting than the burning pit I had resided in. Slowly picking myself up off the ground, I walked towards the black tear. But as I neared, I noticed something strange. It wasn't murky like the last one was. This one was very much clear, and in the center a dimmed light emitted.
Carefully, I approached. Reaching out with my still burning right hand, no pull occured nor did a giant rotting hand come out and grab me. So I reached out with both arms, and pulled on the sides of the tear. Surprisingly, the tear widened as I did.
I looked back at the first flame. It was still burning brightly, even without my presense, and would probably do so for a long time coming. I thought about staying here. True, I would remain burning, but the place felt like home in a way that I could not understand. Perhaps it was the effect that happened to all undead, the attraction to the bonfires.
I looked away. The portal too called to me. It had a purpose for being there. So I took the chance. Taking one last look at my 'home' from the previous century, I leaned back and fell through the portal.
And unsurprisingly, when I did I was met with darkness.
I came to some time later. I knew that there was something strange, as being undead would not allow the bearer the comfort of unconsciousness. Even getting crushed by a massive rock was not enough to knockout an undead, and there they would remain until they lifted the rock, killed themselves, or the worst, hollowed.
Hollowing was a process that all undead would succumb to, regardless of birth, strength, intelligence, ect. It happened when the undead lost the will to go on, and their souls go through a permenant change, making them attack relentlessly. But weirdly enough, they would not attack another hollow unless provoked, like an unseen truce.
There were several ways to prevent hollowing. The most common way to do so was collecting humanity. Having humanity made it harder for an undead to be driven mad, and made them more closer to being human. It could be collected from anything from a rat that comsumed a poor soul to outright robbing another human/undead of theirs. But collecting humanities has a downside. Getting too many meant you relied on them, and the moment you lost them you would immediately hollow.
Another way was to simply have a purpose you would die over and over again just to occomplish. It was this willpower that allowed undead to live for extreme amounts of time. Big Hat Logan had lived for more than a century all because of his unending thrist for knowledge. Even this was not without it's downsides either. If your conviction was too low then you would hollow. And if you somehow complete your purpose, you will also hollow, as afterwards you cannot just go out and die forever. You would simply come back. The only way to avoid it was to find another goal almost immediately.
I once had a purpose like that. I was filled with the tales of undead explorers going out and being heroes among men. That I was the one to save the world, and remake the world anew. But those tales ended as I began to learn the true nature of Lordran.
So sleeping was frightening. Not losing consciousness for over a century and suddenly becoming unconscious was terrifying. You lose your sense of surroundings, control of your entire body and the only thing to be seen was black darkness.
When I came to, I was lying on the ground. Opening my eyes, I blinked clear them as I was no longer used to waking up. Then I sat up and looked around. The semi long grass and mix of pine and oak trees told me I was in a forest. Looking down, ants seemed to find my sudden appearance interesting and were currently scurrying all around my legs. But not once did they touch for my limbs were still soaked in flames. Strangely, despite being surrounded by flammable wood, the flames coating my body refused to burn them. Not even the heat transfered, as I reached down and held a leaf in my hand without it burning.
Curious, I sent out a little of my pyromancy flame onto the leaf. Immediately it burned to ashes and flew away in the wind. It seemed like my pyromancy flame could still burn things, but the flames on my body did not. It was probably due to the similarity with bonfires, as they only burned the remains of humans. Still investigating, I reached down and touched an ant. It burst into flames.
Unsurprised, I stood up and began to look around. In most directions there was forest, but behind where I had slept, in the distance was a large wall. I sensed no danger around me, so I figured that was as good a place as any. So I controlled the flames around me to sink beneath my armor and began walking towards it.
I eventually made it to a small secluded meadow. The wall was more bigger and farther away than I had originally anticipated. It seemed like a good place to rest, after all. Walking to the side of the open area, I sat down and leaned up against a tree. I closed my eyes. Not to sleep, but to collect my thoughts and plan ahead.
That is until...
Almost casually, I tilted my head to the side as a knife occupied the place where it used to be. I opened one of my eyes and looked through the slit of my helmet. Even if the knife had hit, it would have just bounced off my helm. It was a warning shot. Before me looked like 3 bandits, and they were prepared to rob me blind. It seemed like my armour was expensive looking enough for them to try me.
I stood up. Their intent was clear as day. They were out to kill me regardless if I gave them all my items or not. One of them spoke up. "If you wanna live, drop your armor on the ground." He gave his most winning smile; it was digusting.
These people were one of the lowest types. Even if the Way of White had gone out and hunted undead, they had good reasons: To protect the population from hollows, at least until the curse spread far and wide. But these people were killers for money, and they weren't hired for a cause.
They did so because they could, and perhaps enjoyed it too.
The same bandit spoke up again. "Fine. You leave us no choice." His smile dropped and instead changed into a savage grin. He and the other two leveled their weapons at me, prepared to charge.
I stood still. There was no need for words. It was going to be a battle after all. I didn't even know if my voicebox even worked anymore. But I was relaxed. Overly so.
Because I knew there was nothing they could do to me.
Taking a sidestep I dodged a stab that came from behind. It had been trained at the base of my skull, aiming to kill through a weak spot on my armor. While the bandit was quite stealthy, I had seen better before.
As he overextended himself, I turned and sent a quick kick directly into his shin, and he tripped. Using my momentum, I stepped forward and kneed him under the ribs with my other leg. He bowed over and landed on his ass. As he tried to regain breath and get away at the same time, his leg slipped and he fell back down.
I decided to end his misery at that point. Twisting myself into position, I sent a kick aimed directly at his head. As my foot moved closer to his head, he only had enough time for his eyes to widen before it hit him.
And decapitated him completely.
It was a messy kill. Blood, brains and other liquids flew out of the cavity where his head used to be. His body fell back and bleed over the meadow as his head was sent flying, crushed in all ways possible. I turned back to the bandits. Surprise and fear was written all over their faces. I suppose they didn't think I would notice. And even if they did...
It all took place in the span of five seconds.
And to give a comparison, it took them ten to react.
"Wahhh...!?" Was all that came out of the leaders mouth before I positioned myself to run at them. That was all it took for them to run, scrambling and possibly pissing themselves as they did.
I just stood there, watching them. Most people with my strength would've ran after them, but I wasn't most people. They weren't worth the time and I understood that they would die eventually, either from killing each other or by the hands of whatever authority was out there. Human nature was something that I knew very well.
I turned to the body. There was a small chance that they would come back to try and get his body, if they still had the thought. But that bit of 'humanity' that they would have had was wiped clean when I leveled my hand at the poor corpse.
Feeling the flames coursing through my veins, I whipped my hand at it. "Flame Whip." My pyromancy flame sprung to life, and surged forward to consume it. It was burned within seconds, leaving only scarce ashes on the untouched grass.
Shrugging my shoulders, I pointed towards the wall again, and walked. I didn't get a break, but bothering with reinforcements would be annoying, if they came.
The walk through the forest was largely uneventful. None of the trees compared to the large ones of Lordran, and they weren't nearly as interesting. There were some insects that looked completely foreign to me, but they were just that. Insects.
I found myself on a dirt road. At first it seemed like there was no one, but then I looked to the left and saw a cart moving slowly away from my position. Deciding that following it would be the best idea, I started to jog as to catch up to it.
I was stopped however when the earth in front of the cart, sending rocks and dirt everywhere. Out of the screen created came a giant lizard. It was quite large, the size of one Giant, and had scales not unlike the ones of the Everlasting Dragon's.
I reached down and grasped my sword. It was an oppertunity to once again test my skills against something more bigger and possibly faster than myself. I took three steps forward before being stopped again, but this time by a person.
He had dark blonde hair, and peasants clothing. He seemed to be in his late teens to early adulthood, but the most impotant thing was the sword he was holding. It was a straightsword, with a perculiar red pommel. And it was being used to cut the lizard to pieces.
The boy jumped up and, using gravity to his advantage, cut with a fashion unlike the way Artorias used to, which is to say like a buzz saw. Landing lightly on his feet, the lizard remained standing for a second before collapsing on the ground.
Two of the carts riders started to cheer, but the words they said escaped me. I had entered the forest to the side of the road, and looked at the boy.
If there were people and creatures that strong here.
I grinned. This new place was going to be very interesting indeed.
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Yeah I don't really know why I just started another project like this, which I probably won't finish if this goes just like all my other projects so far. The thought of that makes me really depressed actually.
Anyway, this story is of the Chosen Undead (CU) ending up in the Akame ga Kill universe, if you haven't noticed. I don't really know why I started this, but I now have a reason to continue writing this. Which is the CU verses Esdeath. A battle of fire and ice. A fight between one who burned the entire world and one who can freeze time itself.
Yeah. Anyway, here are the CU stats:
Soul Level : 250
Starting Class : Knight
Vitality : 40
Attunement : 25
Endurance : 40
Strength : 50
Dexterity : 30
Resistance : 15
Intelligence : 20
Faith : 30
Armor
Elite Knight Set + 10
Armaments
Greatshield of Artorias + 5
Sunlight Straight Sword +15
Gough's Greatbow + 5
Demon's Greataxe + 5
Ascended Pyromancy Flame + 5
Canvas Talisman
Oolacile Ivory Catalyst
Spells
All Pyromancies
Most Miracles except Bountiful Sunlight, Soothing Sunlight, and Sunlight Spear
Limited Sorceries
So that's about it. This has been Joe, signing out!