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Anyway, let's get on with the story, shall we?
Breaking the Cycle
Prologue
or
Meetings of Ominous Vagueness
Space and time flowed and ebbed in an eternal hypnotic rhythm spanning the entirety of the fabric of existence. Hundreds of millions of iridescent universes, each a brilliant glowing chain in an otherwise empty void, branched off from the Origin, twisting and spiraling through all of reality. Some would occasionally intersect to form new worlds of possibilities while others would diverge and split off into countless subsidiaries, both varieties filled with unlimited potential bounty for their very foundations of existence. Throughout these infinite realities, myriad threads of light and dark intertwined and wrapped around the dimensions, fighting for supremacy and control at every turn in an unimaginable display of power. From this conflict, countless worlds were born; some destined to become visions of heaven, others of hell, while still more became something in-between, yet each and every one utterly unique. Creations was, in a word, beautiful.
Sometimes, "life" as a Monumental, a being that literally held together the very fabric of reality for an entire world, was almost worth it.
Almost.
For all of their power and gift of foresight into other worlds, they were still utterly blind in their own. The chain of Fate that bound their dimension to the rest of creation and lent them their powers also blocked their visions of their own futures to all but the faintest of glimpses… such as what was going to happen in the next few seconds.
Suddenly, he, along with every other Monumental in the Nexus fell over, screaming, as untold images and sounds flashed through his consciousness. Had he been a lesser being, the sheer volume and content of the information assaulting his mind would have utterly destroyed and liquefied his brain. Three weeks later, the screaming stopped and the youngest Monumental opened his eyes to the physical world around him for the first time in a hundred years.
He glanced to his right and left, noting as every other monumental left in the world do the same, although it wasn't really necessary. His senses extended far beyond the physical, and he could easily have known everything about the meditation chamber they were in down to the molecular composition of the perfectly symmetrical diamond pattern marble floor.
His oldest friend drew his attention as he stepped forward and out of his resting matt in a small ornate meditation cell inbuilt into the chamber wall. They had existed since near the very beginning of their world and had lived for untold millennia, watching as their world inevitably moved forward with ever increasing change during the passing eons. Even though they were no longer truly human, he still valued the Monunmental's friendship and wisdom, although emotions he had once known that hid in meaning behind the words were almost entirely foreign now.
"The chain has been broken." There was no need to explain any further. The other Monumentals patiently waited and willed him to continue. They all knew what had happened and what needed to be done, but they still respected the faint social necessities learned in a long forgotten age. Besides, of all the remaining Monumentals, they were the only two who remained somewhat talkative throughout the passing eons.
"There is not further doubt. We have passed a critical threshold in our path, and have been judged." He paused for a moment, letting it pointlessly sink in. "We failed." His friend's face was blank, but he spoke with great shame.
"Is there anything that can be done?" He already knew the answer, but devoutly wished he was wrong.
"No. The past and futures are now locked to us, and any effort to directly change that would be beyond pointless. We must face a simple fact: we made our choices, and they were wrong. What is to come will come whether we want it to or not.
He sighed. It was the first true sign of emotion he had shown in a very long time. "That only leaves one option open to us, does it not?" Three weeks earlier, they would not have even considered it because the mere possibility of its existence was hidden from view, and, had they even known, would have been considered utterly ridiculous but now they simply knew it was only remaining option to fix their mistakes.
"Yes."
"Do you think she can do it?"
"I don't know. That possibility is closed to us by her very nature. We can only offer her a chance to alter the path.
He mused for a moment, contemplating other possibilities. "What of her family?"
"They are unsuitable in the available time frame and pose a chance to do more damage to the scenario than is acceptable. Earlier incarnations could have worked, but they are lost to us."
The two Monumentals joined their brethren in silence after that, contemplating the repercussions of what was about to occur. Their time and guardianship of the plane was nearing its inevitable end, and it was time to pass the torch onto the next generation. Before that, however, they could throw one last ember into the encroaching dark.
"Come. We have a limited amount of time before this opportunity becomes closes to us. We must prepare."
Hello everyone
Well, it has certainly been a while since I posted anything. Excuses? Absolutely none, I'm afraid. I just haven't been able to focus on writing for a really long time. It wasn't even writer's block- I had plenty of ideas, just didn't put them down. Oh well.
This is the beginning of of something I hope will bring satisfaction to all those Souls who played Dark Souls 2 hoping for something new and amazing and got pissed off after realizing that all their efforts were pointless and just part of a idiotic cycle doomed to repeat itself perpetually until the end of time... or at least, as the devolopers would have us believe.
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Anyway, as I was saying, I had one more point to make, namely the rather clear Demon Souls characters being referenced here and familiar to any Souls veteran who remembers the arduous but well worth it journey that was Demon Souls. Now, I realize this is the Dark Souls Category and this technically belongs in the Demon Souls/Dark Soul crossover. The fact of the matter is that the vast majority of this fic, should I complete its ungodly length, will take place in Dark Souls to the point where it can only be considered a Demon/Dark Souls crossover in a technicality, so I'm just putting it in the Dark Souls category. Besides, I admit (rather selfishly) that it could get more reviews here.
Admittedly, this "chapter" is woefully short by my standards, but please stay tuned. In the next few days, I should release another tid-bit, thus creating my first multi-chapter story and hopefully the first of many to come.
HiddenMaster out.