Memories of Cinders
Just something that popped into my head while doing live streams of the various SoulsBourne games. Warning there maybe various spoilers for all the Souls games if u haven't played them all.
Destruction and Ruin…
That is all that surrounded him now. As he sat upon the collapsing throne of stone in the middle of this wasteland. It used to be so beautiful, beautiful but not full of life… but undead.
The Ringed City… A city at worlds end for the Pygmy's to live in peace.
Glancing around he watched as the wind blew sand across the ground, the bark of a dead tree fall, the clouds move to cover the dark sign hanging in the sky. Just a few feet from him lay the body of a former friend turned enemy, he who consumed the Dark Soul and then tried to claim his own soul.
"Gael you were such a fool"
He whispered. There was no reason to speak loudly to the dead. In this world there was nothing but desolation and silence now. Leaning back in the throne he closed his eyes, ignoring the flickering flames that covered his armor, ignoring the crackling it made reaching his ears. He remembered that day, the day his journey began… and his life ended.
"On the first day I was granted a Soul and with it clarity, for in me great potential was seen. But on the second day God created me my greatest challenge… a Soul Devouring Demon"
He recalled those days. When he traveled to that cursed kingdom, That accursed Boletaria.
"Have you come for Demons Souls? Or to save this land and be remembered as a Hero?"
Heroism, how boring. Like the demons he too hungered for the power of souls, for the strength it granted him. That was… until he died. His soul lost to the nexus… where he met her… His lady in black.
Reborn he continued to travel through the lands of Boletaria. Slaying countless demons, gathering strength, making choices that pulled at his very soul. Striking down Lady Astraea in the Valley of Defilement. Simply because she possessed a powerful soul. Ostrava, the Prince and his friend. He watched him die and return as a phantom only to be cut down by his blade. His soul greatly added to his strength, allowing him to wield Demonbrandt.
"Surely you have seen for yourself. The Pain and suffering that fills this world? Fight poison with poison, God is merciful and thus created the Old One. The Old One will feed upon our souls and put an end to our pitiful realm of existence."
He remembered King Allant's words. As he stood before the Old One, his body filled with the souls of countless demons. The Maiden reciting the ancient chant that would lull it back to slumber. Would he be willing to recant? To surrender his power for this world filled with nothing but death and demons?
No…
He killed her. Demonbrandt ripping through her chest as she fell forward. He could feel her soul now, so overwhelming with power as it flowed into him. He could hear it now, the call of the Old One. It wanted him, his power, his strength, in exchange for Time… Time to grow even more powerful then he was. Stepping forward he embraced the call, and the World Became Clouded in Fog…
He had no way of knowing about the curse. No way of knowing of events yet to come.
"So you seek to challenge the king? You maybe a great Hunter but I fear you might not be ready. Beware the Limits of your own power"