The Chosen Undead
Hello everyone! This is my first FanFic ever and I hope so very much that you will enjoy it! If you have any suggestions at all please feel free to let me know! Thank you and enjoy! Rated M for language, gore, suggestive themes, and possibly some sexual content later on.
PROLOGUE
In a faraway land lies a kingdom. This is the land of the forgotten, of the damned, of the cursed. The dark sign. A symbol of the beings that shall one day go hollow and feast upon the souls of man. The dark sign allows its bearer to be sent back to its last resting spot, or bonfire in this case, just after death. Anyone who bears the dark sign is deemed a hollow and thrown into the undead asylum where they are to spend the rest of their days rotting away until they lose every bit of humanity the have left. However, it is prophesized that one day an undead shall venture forth to the land of Lordran where he will acquire the four lord souls and take the place of Gwyn, lord of cinder, and re-ignite the first flame and cast away the darkness that has shrouded this world for so long…
CHAPTER 1: Escape
"So… this is it. This is my fate? Stuck in this blasted cell just to rot away? Great… I can't even remember the first time I died since being cursed or anything. My name… what's my name? It's been so long since I've heard it. It's V…Vik…Viktor! That's it Viktor. It's feels like it's been forever now." Viktor sat in silence for a few moments before looking up. "Is this really how I'm going to spend my life? Stuck in this damn cage? No. Not today." Viktor thought to himself as he began to stand up. The cell was disgusting. It smelled literally of death as if soul after soul had been taken out just to make way for its unlucky receiver of death. Suddenly, as if on cue with his thoughts, a body, which fell from a latch in the ceiling with which was used to throw him in here in the first place, smacked the ground. Then a small smoky, white light appeared above the lifeless corpse. Viktor walked over to this unlucky soul and inspected it. He found a rusted key and his heart (or what was left of it, as he was undead) jumped for joy. He stopped and thought "I'm going to need some kind of weapon". He searched the body a little more and found a broken straight sword on the decaying corpse. It seemed to have been a short sword at one point, however continuous use had broken the puny blade. "I guess this will have to do" he said and proceeded to the rusty cell door. He inserted the key and to his relief it clicked open. The cell door opened up into a narrow hallway. On his right was disgustingly grotesque demon of immaculate proportions. It was fat, scaly, had the tail of a small dragon or lizard type of creature, a GIANT scythe, two little red eyes and four wicked looking horns. Viktor looked away and began walking down the hallway when he noticed a small object in one of the open cells. He went to inspect it only to find a small green doll that was covered in mold. "I guess I'll hold onto this" Viktor thought to himself as he put the mangled object in his pocket. He continued down the hallway, ignoring the few hollows that were already consumed by insanity.
Viktor kept walking until he reached the vast courtyard of the undead asylum when he noticed a sword sticking out of a pile of what looked like bones. He felt an energy coming from it as he approached the strange construct. He held his hands out when suddenly a flame burst to life from it. It was just a small flame, but it seemed to be giving off a strange orange energy in addition to the flame. Viktor suddenly felt rejuvenated when he came near it. He continued until he reached two enormous doors. He pushed them open to reveal a second courtyard. Just as he stepped in, a giant demon, very similar to the one he saw when he left his cell, fell from a balcony above, luckily Viktor rolled away from the demon just as he fell straight down and nearly crushed him. Thinking quickly he saw an opening and ran towards it. It was a doorway, and as soon as he passed it, a metal gate shut. "Damn, that was to close" Viktor thought to himself as he began walking through another corridor. He continued down the corridor when suddenly he was struck in the shoulder by an arrow. "SON OF A..!" he yelled in pain. He searched around and saw a hollow readying another arrow. He readied his "weapon" and sprinted towards his assailant. As he was sprinting towards the unknowing hollow he spotted a round piece of metal. It was a buckler. Viktor picked up the small parrying shield and continued towards his attacker. The hollow realized it had taken too long to ready another arrow as it began running away in what seemed liked fear, however viktor was faster. He jumped towards the hollow and plunged his makeshift weapon into the head of the hollow. The hollow left out a groan of pain before it dropped dead. Unfortunately for viktor, his hilt was lodged deep in the skull of the now dead attacked. Fortunately, the hollow was carrying an old straight sword that was intact. He picked up the surprisingly clean blade and looked at it with relief. "Definitely better than that stupid hilt" he said as he sheathed the blade and carried on. Viktor came upon a staircase and began walking up it. He reached the seventh step when a giant metal boulder began rolling down towards him. Thinking split secondly he jumped out of the way, however he fell down a second set of stairs. As he hit the ground he heard a crack and shouted in pain. "Damn it! Something definitely broke." He got up slowly, still shaken up by the pain. As he walked back up the staircase he noticed a figure in the room that was broken open by the boulder. "So... thou ist undead like me?" the figure asked, lying on a pile of rubble. Viktor nodded at the bloodied figure. "Well I fear that my time is up. I must bid thee farewell. But before I depart, whilst thou listen to my tale?" Viktor again nodded. "Well my family has an old saying, one day, a chosen undead shall venture forth from the undead asylum on pilgrimage, to the land of lords…" the figure stopped abruptly and began coughing. Breathing heavily he said "I'm sorry, but my time has come and I must bid thee farewell. Here, take this" he handed Viktor a small, cracked flask of a greenish porcelain-like material. He put I in his pocket. "Thank you for listening to my tale. Goodbye friend." The figure said before lying still and unbreathing. Viktor left and began up the stairs.
After dispatching a few more hollows he came upon a large gate that was shrouded in a thick, white fog. "Well, I guess I got to go through there." He said, bracing himself for whatever was to come. Viktor pushed his way through the thick fog and came upon a balcony. Confused, he looked down when he saw it. The demon. Viktor's eyes widened as he saw the large, snarling beast. As if by instinct, Viktor jumped off the balcony and plunged his short sword into the eye socket of the large beast. The beast howled loudly as blood began to spray out from the wound, covering Viktor in the thick, red liquid. He jumped off just before the demon had a chance to grab him. The obese giant was pissed. It lifted its giant, misshapen hammer and slammed it on the ground by Viktor. Viktor dodged the blow barely but yelled in pain for his ribcage was still broken from that last fall. The demon towered over him and lifted his hammer to smash Viktor, when he had a split second thought and plunged his short sword straight into the demons family jewels. It dropped its hammer and screeched in pain. Viktor stood up, picked his sword up, and plunged it straight into the other socket of the demon. The demon cried out for a moment or two before falling down dead. After inspecting the body, Vktor found a key stuck to the defeated enemy's hammer. He took it and unlocked the second set of large doors, similar to the first ones he came through, and walked out onto a hill. He walked up to the edge and waited when suddenly an enormous black crow appeared in front of him in a flash of black and picked him up. As the crow flew around a mountain, it was then that he saw it. Lordran…