If you ever have the misfortune to walk
through that path, you would want to
scream.
Its not a choice but a need. Everything
with a mouth will scream. Even the ones
without it will feel the desire. They have
no mouth but they must scream.
Everything wants to at the end of the
world. Everything except him.
He covered his face with a cloth to shield
from the blowing sand of the endless
desert. The once mighty city stood
before him like a false oasis. One could
call it a mirage but it was all too real. He
entered the city through the front gate.
Once, even the rich needed an invitation
to visit the city which was the cultural
capital of an era. But now, no one was
left to invite him. And so, he walked the
streets alone. If you closed your eyes
you could almost hear the once busy
streets. He didn't need to. If he desires it,
he can see a time when the city was
filled with souls and not empty shells.
Now, his only companion was his sword.
He named it 'chronos'a millennia ago
when he first started his work. But now,
his responsibility was almost finished.
He was born with the world and will die
along with it. He could finally do so
peacefully after his final task is done and
it lay up the street in the town's castle.
He walked to his final destination with
solemn determination. Empty buildings
lay on both his sides. There were once
artists filled with inspiration who ran
along those streets filled with false
confidence that their work would survive
the reaches of time. But nothing really
lasts forever. The cheerful chatter of the
school children whose education was
wiped away due to Mars' fury rang in his
ears. But war wasn't the cause of the
town's downfall. It was because time
passed through it. But nothing destroyed
the town's soul. At least until his final job
lay unfinished.
He came upon the town's commons
where he noticed the marks left by
something as it was the only place that
had some heart in it. It was the only
place where someone could be calm.
Grass grew through the cracks on the
street and statues were still in its original
form. He destroyed them and resumed
his journey through the town. When the
castle was finally visible, it became clear
that it was the only thing that was not
destroyed. He climbed the steps which
centuries of artists, sculptors,
philosophers and the like too climbed.
He pushed open the gigantic metal door
and entered the room.
"Oh dear, have you finally come to slay me?" asked a voice from the floor above.
"Welcome, the eternal one, purifier of kingdoms.
The title of slayer does not interest me. The curse of immortality, the legacy of this kingdom must live on.
You have done quiet enough. Now have your rest."
The final struggle of man against time thus began
Author notes
Please find faults in my work as much as you can so i can fix them:).
This is my first post on fan fiction so, I'm not experienced in its rules and regulations and I'm very sorry if I'm breaking anything. So, if I'm doing anything wrong please tell me as soon as possible as i don't want to repeat the same mistake.
Now, about the story-
I loved the Lothric and Lorian boss battle so much that it got stuck in my head for weeks and this story was the result. I didn't connect it too much to dark souls and is only loosely based on it. I was torn on whether to publish it in misc or in dark souls and finally settled on the latter. It's really dark souls esque and this was basically my take on its central theme of the decay of man.
I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart that the final dialogues in the story is similar to the dialogue in the start of the boss battle.I didn't know what to put in there so i watched the battle on YouTube and the sentence could be directly applied to my story by just changing the nouns and i got soo attached to it that i couldn't bring my self to completely change them. I edited them as much as possible and i hope you forgive my act of plagiarism.