The Undead sat in front of the Far Fire in Majula, watching the flams flicker. The town was as dead as you'd expect for a place in Drangleic. The only sound being the wind and, should you get close to the Blacksmith's house, the hammering of metal.
He was resting, without direction for now.
He was the Monarch of Drangleic now, but now he was without purpose. Without direction or aim, unlike when he was striving to become Monarch with the naive hope of breaking the curse.
The curse, his curse, had not been broken. All he was told was that he was supposed to do everything over again, just harder with more surprises.
He supposed that there was one light in the darkness. Conveniently, and ironically, the light was a creature of darkness.
Nashandra, after watching him defeat the Throne Watcher and Throne Defender, had proposed that she be his Queen while he was King. He was confused, but accepted.
All she had requested was for him to create a child within her.
Nashandra had believed that the darkness would nuture her and empower her more to protect her child.
The Monarch was confused on how he was supposed to have sex with her, and ejaculate within her, until she showed him that she did indeed have a vagina, just concealed. Obviously, he had the required equipment as well.
That night, the throne room floor, which was usually cold because it was made from stone, was comfortingly warm for the duo as they had sex. As it turns out, Nashandra created more natural juices than the average female, as was proven when he actually drowned and died in it, after he'd ejaculated inside of course.
Nashandra had apologised and protected his souls as he returned. She remained in her more monstrous form, because The Monarch found her true form to be more desire able than her fake human form.
Now, it's been a day since the two had sex, and Nashandra is positive that she is pregnant, despite having no way to check if she was indeed pregnant or if he was compatible with her. The Monarch left her alone to whatever she did as he returned to Majula and rested there.
He was bored, for lack of better term.
He couldn't find any Bonfire Ascetics' to make the enemies stronger, and any worthwhile enemies had long since stopped appearing.
He was actually contemplating starting all over. Just to see if anything was indeed different.
If he was stuck in a never-ending cycle of killing and dying, he wanted to do it against enemies so tough that not even Nashandra, Hendrick and him combined could defeat them.
My name is Louise Françoise le Blanc de la Vallière!
The Monarch rose to his feet and tightened his grip on the Lost Sinner's Sword, looking around Majula for anything hostile-looking.
Other than Giligan, Emerald and the Blacksmith, he couldn't see anyone.
My divine, beautiful, wise, powerful servant, heed my call,
Divine? If being able to use miracles was divine, then he was most definitely divine. His fighting style was mostly comprised of wearing the enemy down with miracles and spells and coming in for the kill with a sword, or using miracles to heal in a pinch while he carved them up with various weapons.
Beautiful? Maybe, depending on who you asked. His green, pasty, dead skin was most definitely not attractive however.
Wise? He'd love to say yes, but he's been pretty dumb now and then.
Powerful? Obviously. He became Drangleic's Monarch and had Nashandra as a Queen, he had mastered every miracle, spell and hex and could use every fighting weapon known to him effectively. He had to be powerful.
I wish from the very bottom of my heart and add to my guidance and appear!
A mist gate appeared in front of him.
The Undead felt very surprised. He did not know of any mist gate in Majula, and this one was most peculiar.
Briefly, the Undead wondered where this led.
Then, the thought that it might contain some powerful enemy crossed his mind, and he steeled his mind.
He placed his hand against the mist gate, and pushed. The strange sound that was made when he touched mist gates was audible again.
As the Undead walked through the mist gate, he wondered what manner of horrible beast would await him. He could see it now.
It would be giant, almost bigger than the Last Giant. It would roar in his face and it's minions would rush him as the monster charged a powerful attack.
He would struggle and almost die numerous times, but he would prevail in the end. With a mighty heave, he would tear out it's soul! Nashandra would fall deeper in love with him, and Ornifex would give him that glorious behind that she never covered up, leaving it glistening in the air.
The Undead sighed. Not only did the mist gate lead to a dark hallway with a door at the end, but those perversions of his with him, Nashandra and Ornifex were back.
He brushed his thoughts aside and rested the Lost Sinner's Sword against his shoulder. He began a steady pace toward the door, ready for anything.
He reached the door and took a second to look back, finally noticing that there was an exit back to Majula.
He heard voices behind the door.
Curious, he slipped the Ring of Whispers on just in case and placed his ear against the door gently.
"I'm sorry Miss Louise, it appears that you have failed the summoning."
"As expected of a Zero! An explosion!"
"Go home Zero!"
"Once a Zero! Always a Zero!"
Beaneath the insults and jeers, there was the sound of sobbing.
Unable to hold his curiosity any longer, he pushed the door open and stepped through.
