Chapter 1: Northern Undead Asylum
My first Dark Souls Chapter. And my Third Fanfic on the site :D go me.
It wasn't that bad to be undead. I got to see the world flourish and decay, give life but also give death.
Allow freedom but force imprisonment. My name is Damascus. And I am an Undead, who originated from the East. The gods have been rounding up undead around the world and shoving them into Asylums. I don't mind the Asylums. We undead get hungry. But we don't starve. It irritates us, but we do get fed if we are behaved. We don't need sleep and we have freedom to speak to one another. I met a few undead as well. Sakuya, Sulden and Zakimaru. Who were luckily shared my cell. However today was a dull day. We all sat in the corners waiting for something interesting than the End of The World till...
*CLANG*
The group of Undead seen a body in front of them, looking up they seen a knight. An Astorian Knight for that matter. he stepped away from the cell opening and vanished from view. 'Huh?' Damascus thought as everyone got up. They inspected the key, it was for our cell. "Who was that?" Sakuya asked, her red orbs looking back up. Damascus' stared at the key, "I don't know" he replied, "but I think our lives might get a lot more interesting...
Damascus opened the gate as some undead began to chatter "You are getting out?!" "Good luck!" "Wait! Please let us come with you!" Zakimaru turned, "We only found our cell key. I promise we'll be come back for you." The undead fell silence, as if to honour Zakimaru's promise.
The four Undead walked up, till one of Sakuya's bullies escaped out of his cell, he held a sword that was broken and missing half it's blade. "Keheheh! Outta your cell aren't yeh?" Damascus stood forward, "We're getting outta here, Grott. You can not stop us unless you want to come with us?" Grott shrugged, "oh no...I'll kill you and THEN leave!" Grott charged at Damascus, "Well, thought we could of negotiated this..." He lifted his foot and a sword flew in his hand. Damascus took stance and- Where's the blade!? Damascus used the remaining segment of the blade to block Grott's unexperienced attack before moving onto the offensive. Despite the tiny blade, he pushed Grott onto the defensive before finishing him off with a slash at his neck. "That was for Sakuya.." Grott breathed and heaved as he dropped to the floor. Damascus dropped the Hilt. He beckoned the group to follow. They found ladders, leading to a bonfire outside. Zakimaru placed his hand on the bonfire, lighting it. "Bonfire's lit." He said as the group sat around it, feeling the warmth ease them. Sakuya sighed, "so, what do you guys remember about your life?" Damascus nodded, "I kept my parts of my past safe with pictures. He showed a few pictures. One was a picture of a samurai, then a picture of a woman and the Samurai, then another of the woman in a pool of blood and the samurai on his knees, mourning the woman's death, then the last, the samurai screaming as the Darksign was revealed, radiating a dark orange aura. "So, I'd assume that was my wife, and that she died and her loss caused me to leave the east before finding the curse by mistake." Zakimaru sighed, "my Past's fuzzy too. I remember being a Priest in Anor Londo. then a riot of undead and then I awoke here with you three." Sakuya then cleared her throat, "I was...a Thief for hire with a group of many. I was attacked and killed with my friends, I woke up with the curse and was dragged here." Damascus nodded. Sulden sighed, "Well...I was a warrior in Boletaria. I assisted the Demon Slayer there. I was freed because of his help and here I am with a similar curse... It's funny, right?" Damascus shook his head, "that's cruel." Sulden laughed, "No, it's alright. My purpose now is to aid anyone till I hollow." Sakuya, "Mine is to create a future for everyone to believe in." Zakimaru, "I wish to end the curse. All I want is everything to go back to the way it is." Damascus, "I wish the same thing, Zakimaru. Regardless of our motives. We are now undead in arms. Not even Hollowing will break our team apart." He held his hand over the Bonfire as he stood up. The other Three stood and placed their hand on his. "Let's get out of here." The group walked over to the big door, Damascus opened with full strength. "Hrg.." He fully opened it. The light from the sky made him look fearless and heroic. The four walked to the middle. Suddenly, a massive demon jumped down in front of them. The group was unprepared. Damascus avoided the massive hammer, as did the others. He noticed a gate, "Through there!" He yelled as the group dashed through, Sakuya was struck with a mighty blow, causing her to slam with the others and fall near the Bonfire. She began to yell in pain. "M-My back!" She screamed. "Oh no!" Zakimaru tried to move her, she again screamed in pain. "Her spine's broken!" Damascus lit the Bonfire. "Take her here." The two tried to be as painless as ever, but sadly, Sakuya whimpered at any movement. the fires from the bonfire wrapped around her, the pain filled whimpers eventually stopped and her spine was healed. "I..." She was at a loss for words and dumbfounded. Damascus stood up, he had a serious look on his face. He followed the path leading to an archway, he avoided an arrow to the head, the archer at the end of the hallway. "Follow me!" He dashed forward. He seen an cell arch and rolled into it. What the group seen was a stash of armor and weapons. "Gear up, guys." Damascus took the Knight's armor, his shield and body a wall of willpower and bravery, his broadsword would cut a path to victory. Zakimaru took on a Cleric's robes and a talisman, his wielded a mighty Mace and those of dark will feel the justice of fire and light, his holy powers would heal any wound.
Sulden donned the Hard Leather Armor, his Longsword and heater shield would counter any foe, big or small. Sakuya wore a thief's black leather armor that hugging her curves and slim figure, and didn't effect her way of unarmed combat. Her mask hid her identity. She wielded a fast acting Bandit's Knife and a small parrying Target Shield. The group stepped out and stood side by side. Staring down the archer as he readied an arrow.
The group then charged. They merely scratched the surface of their preparation for fate.
So, R and R. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!