Selfish :D
Chapter 4 - What?
Blight and Thomas walked to the giant wall of fog that lay in between them, and eternal torment. The two stopped before the entrance to coordinate a battle plan. Thomas jumped up and down, flailing his arms. His companion turned his head and raised his eyebrow.
"What in the world are you doing?" asked Blight.
Thomas shrugged. "Warming up I guess… Oh hey look a summon sign!"
The knight approached the white word on the floor before reading it. Earthscraper.
"Seems totally safe to me!" he said as he waved his hand over the letters.
A few seconds later a phantom appeared from the sign. It rose and bowed to both of the knights and they returned the gesture. It looked extremely similar to the person that invaded Thomas earlier, and this notion didn't go unnoticed. The knights squinted towards the phantom as he blankly stared at them.
"Hey are you…" said Blight as the phantom approached him and placed two fingers on the knights lips. Blight backed off and held his shield up.
"Shhhhh." stated scraper. He proceeded to point towards the fog gate.
Thomas shrugged and stepped into the fog.
Omega, now completely clothed in Havel the Rock's armor, stepped through the knee high waters towards the fog that meant the end of the Old One. His sword skidded along the ceiling of the small tunnel of branches, and some of the debris created from this annoyance fell on Tokyo who tread just behind Omega.
"Wait." said Tokyo, prompting his compadre to turn around. "We've come a long way… but I remember there being more bosses in Demon's Souls." continued the author. Omega slammed his hefty greatsword into the ground, resting on it. "What do you mean? I never touched the game."
Tokyo wondered. "Well… we literally haven't killed ANY bosses, but here we are. About to fight the last boss of the game."
The havel knight shrugged. "Maybe we got lucky?" Both of the knights sat in silence for a moment, thinking. A weird situation in an already weird situation… everything was so complex and extraordinary.
"I guess we'll find out…" whispered Tokyo as he approached the fog.
Selfish stripped the shirt off of Varbos' back and slapped his darksign.
"Yup, he's undead!" he confirmed, throwing the shirt into the bonfire.
Varbos jumped for his shirt but missed. "Hey! I needed that." Paragon approached the scrub with a box. "Uh, no you don't. Here's the item box, pick out what you want." The hexer opened the box and items exploded out of it, raining all around Majula as Selfish hid behind a rock. After the shit storm cleared, Varbos could be found lying in a pile of sharp weapons.
"He...Help!" he muttered.
Selfish approached the man. "Oh come on! Don't you know that unless someone swings at you, you won't get hurt?" Varbos tried to stand up from the pile of blades, receiving many cuts in the process. This caused the other two to gasp.
"Shit, get him some estus!" yelled Paragon. Selfish ran towards the bleeding man with a flask in hand.
"Here!"
Varbos could barely move, but he painfully took the estus from his friend. He slowly drunk from it, but his wounds did not heal.
"He's not undead?!" exclaimed both Selfish and Paragon.
The author was now beginning to lose his vision, he was going into shock. He looked down at his blood covered hands and could feel his stomach crawling out of his esophagus.
"How do we… lifegem!" exclaimed Selfish as he slammed a lifegem into Varbos' chest.
The victim's wounds began to slowly disappear and his eyes widened. He ran to the cliffside to vomit, and proceeded with cleaning up his bloody body with an imported rag he found on the ground.
"What was that?" whispered Varbos.
Selfish shrugged. "I'm not sure… you have a darksign, but you aren't undead apparently."
Paragon nodded. "Indeed. And I don't even want to find out if you will respawn at a bonfire, so we're going to protect you. Copy that Selfish?"
"Roger that big bird!" added his friend. Varbos huddled up close to the bonfire, he noticed the emerald herald was staring at him.
"You who link the fire, you who bear the curse. Once the fire is linked, souls will flourish anew and all of this will play out again. It is your choice… to embrace, or renounce this."
Selfish and Paragon turned their heads towards each other.
"WHAT THE FUUUUUUCK?!"
Varbos looked at the two goofballs. "What? What happened?"
Paragon pulled Varbos away from the bonfire, and the emerald herald. "That is NOT normal dude."
Selfish nodded. "He's right, she's not supposed to say that until the game's been beaten."
All though they were all a bit shaken, the three continued with the task at hand, gearing Varbos. They searched and searched, but any recommendation that Selfish or Paragon made was denied by their companion. The two gave up while Varbos searched through the piles of gear. An hour later, he approached the two who were poking the emerald herald with a stick from far away.
"How does this look… what the hell are you two doing?" said Varbos.
Selfish turned to the now armored author. "Shhhh… we're trying to generate a response from her."
Varbos facepalmed. "And is it working?"
Paragon immediately answered. "No. But anyways… you look like you know what you're doing, gear wise."
Varbos nodded. "Thanks. I think the infantry helm goes well with the Alonne knight chestpiece and legs. I took the dark gloves for dark defense as well."
Selfish rubbed his chin. "How do you know all that? Didn't you have amnesia?"
Varbos looked down as his dragonslayer's crescent axe. "I don't… know…"
A drop of rain penetrated the sky and landed on Paragon's shoulder. This was followed by the crack of thunder in the distance.
"A storm?" asked Varbos.
Selfish shook his head. "It doesn't rain in Majula…"
Thomas entered the large fog door, leading into an empty room. The sun shined into the cathedral from the stained glass mirrors along the walls, revealing absolutely nothing. Behind him, his two companions entered and ran for the pillars on the sides of the room.
"Thomas what are you doing? Take cover!" yelled Blight.
Thomas shrugged. "There's nothing here…" Blight looked down the stretched hall. "What…?"
The phantom of Scraper looked around the room and pointed towards the end of the cathedral. The space around the pillars was… disturbed. It looked like some sort of mirage was affecting the area. The three were… scared, needless to say.
"What could it be?" asked Scraper.
This prompted the other two to turn around. "You could talk?!"
Just as Scraper was about to answer, he gasped, and his two allies returned their gaze to the other side of the room. A gigantic knight with a shield that blocked the view of an entire half of the room stood, staring at the group of three. He held an enormous lance in his hand and he slammed his shield onto the ground, causing the entire room to shake.
"Tower Knight." whispered Thomas.
Blight looked back at Thomas and raised his shield above himself just in time to deflect a wave of falling debris.
"We need to get out of here!" yelled the knight. The three looked back, the fog gate was still in place.
Scraper drew his Iato from his back. "Looks like there is only one thing we could do…"
Thomas gulped and nodded at his friends. "CHARGE!"
The three sprinted towards the colossus as it slammed it's lance into the floor, being easily dodged by the team. They bashed their weapons into its' legs and it tried to stomp at them, failing every time. The Tower Knight sweeped its' shield across the room, completely taking out one of the elevators in the process. The three still hadn't taken any damage, but it didn't seem like they were doing anything to the giant knight.
"If he takes out that other elevator, we're done!" said Blight.
"Focus all of your power into his right leg!" replied Scraper. The three nodded at each other. Thomas held his hand into the air and sparks started to erupt from his palm. The sunlight around the room gathered into his body and a dark aura appeared around the knight, as if he was absorbing the light around him.
Suddenly, a spear of sunlight erupted from his hand and the borrowed sunlight was returned to the cathedral. Blight reached for his dark catalyst and muttered words so fast that they were incomprehensible.
The staff glew with a visible darkness that would shine fear into the hearts of typical enemies. And last, Scraper approached the giant's leg and kneeled onto the floor. He could feel an explosion of power rising from within himself as he unleashed the very wrath of the gods themselves. This created a huge indentation in the giant's armored leg, which was only worsened by the orbs of darkness launched by Blight. The sunlight spear that Thomas threw severed the leg off, causing the colossal being to come crashing down, along with the roof of the cathedral.
"The head!" yelled Scraper. The three moved towards their might foes neck as they dodged the rocks falling from the ceiling. Scraper moved to slice the head off but was interrupted by a volley of rocks.
The giant began to move his hands to get up, prompting Blight to scream. Thomas focused his strength into his weapon, and as he two handed his sword he decapitated his foe. As the
Tower Knight's head fell to the floor, so did the last of the ceiling. The sunbathed sky above turned into a sea of black. There were no hints of the moon, or any stars… it was like the Abyss.
Blight's head started to ring. He fell to the floor, screaming like As Thomas rushed to his side and tried to comfort him. Scraper stared at the two from the distance… and he lost his mind. He tried to hold his hand up in front of his face and count his fingers.
"One… t-two… eight!" muttered the undead as he drew his sword and walked towards Thomas.
The knight turned and prepared his. "What in the world are you doing?"
Earthscraper approached his target. "Humanity… souls… I need."
The darkwraith stepped forward but collapsed onto the floor the white aura that surrounded Scraper disappeared, leaving him normal. Thomas dragged his two companions to the elevator and rode it up. Arriving on the second floor, he set the two up near the bonfire and lit it. He looked up at the abyssal sky and pondered. What the hell is going on?