I do not own Diablo. I do not own Dark Souls.

This Simulation was brought on be a simple idea. What if a Diablo Style Wizard was put into Dark Souls Three? Of course, I wouldn't pick just any wizard, I would choose my favorite, my most powerful. I would choose Ellishara.

And unless you've had the unique experience of playing with me, specifically, that name should mean nothing to you, so don't worry. Just know that Ellie was a titan. Got all the way up to Torment Seven with her before I botched a Greater Rift and she died.

Now, please Enjoy.

The Wizard

When Ellishara woke up in a graveyard, she knew something had gone wrong.

For one, she was relatively certain that she hadn't died. Last she remembered, she had gone to sleep at the inn she had been passing by. She supposed it was possible that an assassin had come in and killed her while she slept, but that left two questions.

How had they overcome her monstrous regeneration? Why had they left her with all of her gear? Seriously, they hadn't even taken any of her gems.

Standing up, she looked around for any clue as to her appearance here. Weapons in hand she started to follow the path out.

Barely twenty steps from the grave she woke up in, Ellie saw an undead stalking towards her, rusted sword in hand. Never one to underestimate a foe, she immediately activated her Storm Armor, Familiar and Magic Weapon Spells. The price on her mana pool was restored faster than she could spend it. Then, she channeled a Disintegrate through the In-geom, her favored sword.

The metallic hum of the spell lasted only a second and there was nothing left of the undead.

"Alright," she intoned, stepping forward once more. There were barely a half dozen more undead, three of them were killed by her Storm Armor when they attempted to fire crossbows.

She barely blinked at the bleak scenery laid out before her from the cliffside. She ignored the ashes of a long since dead bonfire. She destroyed another dozen or so undead. Finally, she found herself in an enclosed area, a huge man with a sword through his chest in the very center.

The gate beyond him was closed and Ellie had a pretty good feeling of what she'd need to do to get it open.

She walked over to the man, and could hear just the faintest trace of breath going in and out of his lungs. She took hold of the sword and slowly yanked it out. Almost immediately, the man came to life.

Ellie teleported out of his reach and started up another Disintegrate. The man lasted only a moment longer than the other undead, owing to his transformation.

"What the hell is going on?" She asked no one in particular, "The creatures here are far too weak."

"That," said a feminine voice from the slowly opening door and a woman with a silver cover on her eyes stepped into the arena, "is because this is not your world."

"Then I must know why I am not in my world," Ellie told the woman, stalking forward, "You will tell me. Do not presume that death will save you from my inquiry."

"There is no need for threats," the woman said calmly, "I will answer all your questions."

"A wise choice."

"This way, please," the woman led her to a shrine at the top of a hill, "I am the Fire Keeper. A maiden whose duty it is to kind the flame and ash, and send forth warriors into this bleak world. I send them out to bring back the Lords of Cinder, that we might end this time of strife. All have failed. I begged the gods for a champion capable of this task. They sent you."

Ellie just shrugged at the end of it all. Where do I go and who do I kill? Will I be sent back to my world when this is done? I was in the middle of an important quest, after all."

"More important than the future of an entire world?" The Fire Keeper asked, lips down turned.

"For you, no. For me, yes." Ellie didn't even bother looking up as she said this. She was busy using the tip of a legendary weapon to make sure her nails remained immaculate. Nothing quite cut one's fingernails like a magically sharp blade.

The Fire Keeper proceeded to tell her the last known locations of the Lords of Cinder, then how to get to Lothric.

"Simply place that sword into the fire. You will be able to travel between that and any other bonfire you light in your journey," she said with some solemnity, "Along the way, you will collect the souls of those you fell-"

"What?! I most certainly will not!" She stuck her nose in the air and continued, "I am a Wizard! I deal in spells, charms, the destruction of entire armies and the occasional delicious muffin. Necromancers fiddle with souls."

"It is a currency here," the woman tried to explain.

"If your merchants do not take gold for their wares then I have little wish to deal with them. I am only half demon. I will not lower myself to full." She didn't wait for a response from the silver haired woman. She jabbed the sword into the fire and was gone after a brief screen of smoke.

"We're doomed," the Fire Keeper sighed.

Thirty minutes later, she returned with the ashes of the High King of Lothric. Widely believed to be the most powerful of the five, with many powerful minions, a pair of dragons, and his brother to contend with beforehand, yet there she stood with a burlap sack full of kingly ash.

"How-?"

"He was closest," Ellie shrugged then walked back to the fire. Another hour and she returned with the ashes of the Watchers of the Abyss. Another hour and she had the remains of Aldritch the Eater of Gods.

Finally, her wanderings took her into the chamber of Yorm the Giant.

"Oh, he's a big one," Ellie hefted her sword, "I've seen bigger."

Yorm roared at her. Ellishara activated her ultimate spell. The sword turned into a bright mist, her body became a shifting view of the universe, she floated two feet off the ground.

The transformation caused an explosion. That small explosion knocked Yorm off his titanic feet. She then held her hands before her and channeled a spell that resembled Disintegrate. In truth, she called it the Universe Spike, and it had all the energy equivalent of a blackhole's relatavistic jet. Very few things stood in the path of this red, yellow and black spike of power and continued existing. Not even Diablo itself had lasted more than a minute.

To say that it killed Yorm is like saying a lightning bolt is made of electricity. Technically true, but in no way does it encompass the full weight of the matter.

"Oops," Ellie said, after her Archon Form had receded, "I suppose it was a bit much to expect better from him than the others." She looked around, made sure no one was there to see, and scraped a little bit of random ash into a sack, "Eh, Ash is Ash. It'll work itself out, I'm sure."

As she handed the bag to the Fire Keeper, she did warn her, "I am not fully certain that those are the ashes of the giant. I am, however, one hundred percent certain that he is dead."

The maiden looked at the bag, such as she could, then up at the woman that had handed them to her.

"That will suffice. Now, with all the lords gathered," she set the Ash on Yorm's throne, "You must once more travel through the fire. It will take you to its core, where you fight the spirit of the first flame. There, you will have a choice. You either extinguish the flame, descend the world into darkness eternal, but end this cycle of life and unlife. Of growth and fire and ash. Or you let it continue into eternity, becoming the arbiter of the suffering and conflict for millions of others after you."

Ellie, no, Ellishara Von Cilie, Wizard grandmaster of her world, looked the Fire Keeper in the eye and said, "Mortals, whether they know or not, are creatures of balance. From the lowliest worm to your Lords of Cinder, all serve a purpose in the balance. You may say that this world is suffering incarnate, but it is your weak sentiment that has made it this way. Conflict breeds suffering, death, despair, defeat," she admitted, but continued, "Victory, elation, advancement and evolution. To deny another that chance is the true crime here."

For the final time, Ellie traveled through the flame. She met again the tall man with the spear. He was faster and stronger this time, and was not infested with magic rats.

She underestimated him. His opening move was a lightning fast jab with his massive spear. It pierced her stomach, one side to the next. He man creature lifted her into the air at the end of the pain was… tolerable. She clutched the haft and glared at him with one eyebrow raised.

"Oh, the pain," she hefted her sword and pointed it at him, "The pain!" Her Disintegrate lasted half a second longer than her first encounter with him. The damage to her body and clothing were healed before her feet met the ground.

Soon afterward, she found out that she was in the distant past.

It mattered little. When she met, finally, the spirit of the First Flame she activated all of her enhancement spells, then her Archon Form, and was surrounded by constant explosions as she used her Universe Spike.

Overkill doesn't even begin to cover it. The First Flame then reached out with the tendrils of its power to try and trap Ellie in its thrall.

"I think not," she simply moved away, unwilling to be taken in by it. Instead it reached through the many bonfires she'd lit in her short time there and found a suitable host.

"Good. Now," she growled at the body forming in the flame, "Send me home."

The figure froze, and she could feel its fear. It thrust one arm to the side and a portal to another world opened. It didn't look like her world, but Ellie shrugged. Perhaps this one would be more interesting than the last.

She found herself stepping into the sickroom of a hospital. On the gurney nearby, lay a person half turned into a werewolf of some variety.

"Oh, a new face," an old man's voice said, wheeling himself over, "Let me be the first, perhaps the only, to welcome you to Yarhnam."

"Indeed?" Ellie smiled an unkind smile at him, "I smell blood, rot and things the mortal eye does not fully perceive… Who must I kill this time to open a portal home."

The old man, with bandages over his eyes, paused, regarding the woman. This was not a… new Hunter. Different might be a better word.

He smiled to himself and said, "Let me tell you, of the Pale Blood."