Back on Track in Hallownest
'Is it over? Wait… that's my mask. Am I dead? Did I fail? Does the infection persist?'. All these thoughts rushed through Ghost's head while all he saw was darkness. Suddenly, the darkness started to twist and turn with him as the center. The rapidly revolving storm of darkness began to close in on him and when it reached him he winced, and once he opened his eyes, he saw who he had to kill.
Knowledge flooded his head. Power surged through his limbs. Resolve coursed in his veins. Void given focus, Ghost had become something much more than a little knight. He grabbed the Radiance with his vice grip and squished her eye like a toy. Then using his powerful limbs, began to strike continuously at blinding speeds, shredding the God of Light into moth confetti, before dragging it into the void and watching it melt.
After obliterating the Radiance, Ghost came back to his senses, now as the Shade Lord, God of Gods. He remembered what had happened. He was in Godhome. He had undertaken the fifth pantheon, the Pantheon of Hallownest. He had, after many tries, finally conquered all the trials that Godhome could present to him. He went to leave, now that he had nothing to do. As he went to the usual exit, he found it to be barred off. The Godseeker, now behind him, recited something besides his usual blabber.
"Lord of Shades… a true God. Please, stay here in Godhome with us. We have searched endlessly for divine powers, and that Radiance was the closest we could find. She was mortal however, and her infectious nature was unfitting of a radiant "goddess". Please, do not attempt to return to Hallownest." Ghost understood exactly what he meant. The Godseeker wanted to keep him Godhome forever, a place fitting for a true God. However, he had some unfinished business in Hallownest, like the infection he was destined to deal with. He knew that the Godseeker would not let him leave, and he would have to use force. He regretted tearing apart such a grand place like this, but he had to do it. He used his many tendrils and grabbed the Godseeker, and tore him apart.
Back in Hallownest, the Godseeker began to pulsate with void and released copious amounts, staining the Junk Pile in a morbid way and eventually melting away into a puddle of void. Ghost found himself in the Abyss, surrounded by the masks of his dead siblings and their shades. The shades seemed to have acknowledged his power as ruler of void, and dissipated, seemingly for eternity. Confounded, Ghost sat down on a ledge and began to ponder his next step.
"It seems that forcing my way out of Godhome had some strange effects. I have kept my godly form. Perhaps… no. It is too early for me to hope, but perhaps the Radiance has truly been defeated as well? It is a strange thought, but I did defeat her. I must ascend and see."
Ghost, in his new and terrifying body, was able to make his way up and out of the Abyss and over to the Hidden Station with ease. It was quite alarming to him how fast he made it there. Nevertheless, he rang the bell with one of his many claws and the nostalgic sound of the Old Stag running down the tunnels reverberated through the station. The stag, upon seeing such a divine figure, trembled and asked, "What might such a d-divine being want with an old stag l-like me?".
"Do you not recognize me old man? I suppose you wouldn't, with me in this form. Anyhow, it's me, the not so little knight." His eyes opened wide and after some conversation, he seemed to have believed me. I soon realized before getting on him that I was slightly too large, and I shrunk my form as much as possible. It was still about 3x bigger than I was in my mask, slightly bigger than Hornet. Still, I fit. "I need to go to the City of Tears." The Old Stag grunted and we were off, and in no time, I had arrived.
I was here to retrieve my items as I had lost them when I had slipped out of my shell during my fight with Absolute Radiance. I was hoping that they were at the Junk Pit, at the feet of the Godseeker, as they had fallen out of Godhome. I quickly traversed my way there, batting down Flukes like pests as I went. At the Junk Pit I saw a puddle of void and the Godseeker's crown. I understood what had happened and felt a tinge of guilt knowing I had killed the Godseeker.
Putting aside the tragic death and my guilt, my charms, items, and nail were all there, and my mask was broken in two with some shards missing. I stored away everything within my Mothwing Cloak. I could probably reduce my form with a mask, but I wanted to use my mask. It was with me since the beginning, it was my identity, my everything. I rushed to the Maskmaker.
The sound of a wet paintbrush working away at multiple masks at once filled the air. As I crawled through the now tiny space, when the Maskmaker saw 8 gleaming eyes he let out a cry of surprise and used his many paint brushes to try defend himself from me. I simply presented my mask, some Pale Ore, and said,"Could you fix this?"
He immediately recognized the mask and I saw the side of his face lift in a grin and he immediately got to work. He used a technique which turned the Pale Ore into a gooey substance and started to fill the cracks in my mask and weld the pieces together. After only 10 minutes, he returned it to me and whispered,"Try it on won't you? The Pale Ore should be strong enough to hold the mask together for you to enter." I shrunk my form and fit the mask on my head, and it allowed me to shrink even further, reverting my form to that of my time as the little knight. It was quite snug.
Author's Note: Clearing some misunderstandings that you may have; I know this story isn't lore friendly, just go with it. This is my first story and you also probably need some lore knowledge of Hollow Knight to understand this. I recommend watching mossbag.
Sorry if this chapter was a little long, I just got into it and kept writing before realizing I should separate pages. Rate and Review I guess, thanks for reading. Will continue.
P.S: I wrote this FanFic because I just wanted to read something new that wasn't written in Spanish then Google Translated and published.
Till' next time. -Gold