"It is done...it is finally done...it's... it's dead."

Reynald looked on over his shoulders. He is tired. His armor is warped and bent. Shreds and pieces of it lay on the dark empty space that resembles a floor. He also sees the bodies...the corpses...his friends. Dismas, Barristan the man at arms, the Vestal Junia, all of them. All 18 of them went into the dungeon together. Not sticking to the four body comp they had always done. They needed to make sure this thing had died. And it did but at a cost.
Reynald is the only one left.
Alone.
Alive.
The old crusader doesn't have a ballad or a prayer to even say. The many months and years it took to cleanse this hamlet of filth had finally come to an end. The heir can finally set things right. The evil is finally slain. The Darkest dungeon will finally see the light. The sword is driven into the hearts...heart. His hands clasping the black, sticky, blood-covered, hilt.

But Reynald can't move anymore, he is too tired, too injured. He starts to shake in his destroyed armor and collapses on his knees. He sees his sides have been cut, bleeding. His arm is broken and that both of his legs have been dead tired from the constant running and dashing into the fray. He knows this is the end. He begins to see what the darkness around him is doing. It's still moving. But it's dying. It's pulsating, angry, mad, Terrified. It's consuming the corpses of his former comrades, but the pulsing doesn't stop. Then the darkness starts to close in onto the crusader, with a slow as sludge fury. The Crusader simply chuckles.
"Heh heh heh heh heh heh. So...still trying to worm you way out of here eh!"
The darkness slowly surrounds. Edging slowly.
"Well go ahead, you vile pest. The dungeons surrounded by wards, and without a proper host, you'll die here. Heh heh heh."
The darkness is now growing fast. It is now a sludge. It oozes forward towards Reynald. But as it tries to engulf his leg. It screeches!
"SCREEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
Reynald is still blessed.
"Heh heh I'm the host for the light, fiend...but not for long. I'll die and this body will be useless to you. My soul will be gone and you'll have no control. It's like I said already. You'll die in this place with us."
The darkness at this point doesn't even care anymore. It lunges at Reynald with a loud roar and slams its undulating body up against the crusader's breastplate! The dark pulsating Creature hisses and sizzles as holy blessing burns its body. The smell is of burning rubber and feces. A smell Reynald has grown accustomed to. It rives and bashes against its chest, hissing and growling like a wounded animal, trying desperately to somewhat make Reynald afraid, make him feel pain...but Reynald simply laughs.
"ha hah hah ha hah ha ha ha ha ha HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA *gasp* HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
Reynald is laughing, even death he is laughing. The Darkness is now afraid, why is he laughing!? He's dying! Shouldn't he be...afraid?
Reynald simply smiles and then speaks
"Unholy foulness! I will take you with me!"
And with that, the dungeon collapses, the darkness cannot sustain the structure of the dungeon, and in the end. The Darkest Dungeon is no more.

Welcome to Hell

Reynald wakes up.
"Argh...what?"
He is on gravel or sand? whatever it is, he is on pebbles. He blinks for a bit, before rising up from the ground. He doesn't feel tired anymore.
"That's Strange?" Reynald thought
"Wasn't I in the dungeon?"
He looks at himself and sees that his wounds have suddenly healed. His armor is as good as new. No holes, or scratches, or discolored pieces. It's as if his armor was spontaneously fixed itself. Reynald is confused for a moment. How could this happen? He then notices it...the moon...it has a bright glowing pentagram on it!
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
Reynauld backs away for a moment. He then notices something...the Pentagram...it was familiar. Like the ones the occultist drew. One of the many symbols and circles that sealed demons, not release them. After recognizing that the seal as their for sealing something, Reynauld slowly relaxed a bit. That is until he notices more. Towers...glass towers.
He looks about his new landscape and discovers...a whole new world! He is on a 2 story rooftop! Their buildings were tall and large, they are made of glass, eyeballs, teeth, and flesh! Was it more eldiritch!?...no...these eyeballs and teeth looked...friendly? Calm? He didn't have the words to describe how he felt. But he sensed no danger from them like the dungeons eyeballs and hunks of flesh. The knight simply had to take it all in. Flashing neon lights, signs with hookers and strippers, a somehow moving picture on a building, cafes selling drugs like candy, and...the demons. Tens upon hundreds of them. Flying, and running about the buildings. The whole place was flooded with Demons, Reynald looked surprised! His mouth is agape.
Demons! Here! Am i-
He turns behind him and comes face to face with a billboard. Luckily it answers his question.
"Welcome to Hell, Your dead! So shut the fuck up and suck it up"
Reynald froze for a moment, he couldn't believe it, but it did. He was in hell. But then all of a sudden he couldn't help but laugh at this.
"Heh heh...So...this is my fate...to suffer in hell...he...Then If the gods wish for this to be so, then I will accept this fate then."
He knew full well he couldn't be saved. He had been on crusades against heathens. He had slaughtered many. But his time at the hamlet had made him reflect on his decisions. Made him doubt his choices. He had slaughtered and robbed from people. From different religions, yes. But...still people. He was plagued by these thoughts every day, praying and meditating on this subject. Did he do the right thing? Did he do God's will? Well of course not. He was hell, that means he deserved it to be here. He would not be granted access to heaven. Reynauld had to sit down. It was so much to just take in. The sights, the sound, the smell, all of it. It was so alien to him, it was both intimidating and amazing to behold.
"Huff...this place is a lot more different than I expected."
The knight, regaining his thoughts quickly surveyed his surroundings. It was intense.

There was a brawl with two bull-like demons near one of the many taverns, hookers lined the streets waiting for pay, demons of various shapes and sizes milled about, and...moving iron carriages with no horses?
Hell was certainly strange, what he expected, but not this different? Reynald looked over his armor again. Seeing it still in preen condition, not shiny, but a dull grey, but still works though. He notices his surcoats color had changed. From a bright white and yellow to a dark, grey and red cross. He didn't mind it, made him blend in more easily. But that's when he notices something else, his longsword is still on his belt. As he reaches for it, a small warm glow emits from it the pommel. He unsheathed the blade, as it makes a large hum in the air, it's point still as sharp as ever, but...he notices that it's a lot more...intimidating than he remembered. The glow seemed to bother him a bit. But it then faded, making him see his reflection. His helmet was new. The Armet helmet he once wore was now more...strange. The helmet still had the chainmail to protect his neck, and they were no horns protruding from his skull. But the helmet's visor was shredded, made to look like fangs or spikes, but other than that, he noticed...a shadow. Slowly he removes his helmet, and sees...he's a demon!
A shadow demon! His face had been replaced with nothing more than a shadow, no wrinkles, no distinctive curves, no stubble of a beard, no facial features at all. Just a smooth black as pitch...shadow. He could see his eyes were a bright white and his mouth was a bright white as well. His body was a complete flaming shadow demon, his body was like a black flaming body of darkness, embers or pieces of darkness sputtering like embers. He had no hair to speak of. If he counted his hair as shadowy wisps of darkness that moved like a campfire. At first, the crusader was stricken with surprise and fear, but he couldn't help but laugh at his irony.
"Heh heh heh eh heh he hehe. Oh, how tragic. A knight that served the light and fought the darkness. Is now a shadow of his former self."
The Knight laughed at the ridiculous fate that bestowed him. He was not human anymore. He wasn't going back home by the looks of things either.
"Huff...oh well might as well look around if I'm here for eternity."
The Crusader quickly puts his helmet back on and quickly descends the rooftop of the pot store. Down the nearby ladder, and Into the dark pits of hell.