A/N: something to keep off my mind till the dlc is out. Also, fuck you FROM; my pure caster build got AIDS from recent patch -.-….

Warning: incoherent rambling. Actually don't read unless you love random paragraphs. I thought to write a hermit themed chapter and since I imagine the hermit as a lonely and crazy dude on an island, this chapter is incoherent.

Once upon a time, there was an ancient dragon who loved listening to some music whilst reading his books. His name was Theas. His relatives were dull and bland preferring boring things to do -or not doing anything in the first place. Suddenly an eastern warrior primed his two sabres at the Theas. Theas, being a book-worm , was frozen in fear as the attacker chopped off his head.

This eastern assassin did not wish to return to his past life of infiltrations and assassinations but he had to; an anti-dragon cult took his beloved as hostage. Theas' blood was the cost of her freedom.

In the midst of the bloodshed, a certain book caught the attention of the assassin. Despite his urgency to get out, this book enthralled the man. It contained ancient secrets, ancient and mystical creatures and forgotten beasts. It was a shame the book was stained by the dragon's blood.

Again, he was distracted by a green blossom rolled in a small parchment and a small candle. He decided to try his victim's blossom. The world started to swirl and coil after the first smoke. He heard voices laughing at him. The assassin became paranoid as he started to take off his clothes but his fancy leather mask.

His mind considered anyone as a prey to stalk and kill. He hazily hid himself just in time for another dragon to witness the crime scene. A lovely backstab ended the life of this other dragon. The predatory role soon came to an end as he considered a mere book a monstrous abomination. He jumped from the balcony to his death.

Meanwhile, a maiden with flaxen hair was eying the handsome prince in his shower. She spent years trying to get to her current position just to get to her obsession. The prince's heart belonged to another maiden in black who was as humble as they come. Her recent marriage to a beauty of a princess made things even worse.

The flaxen maiden was a plotter and a schemer; she won't let anyone snatch her dream away. later on, the princess had an 'unfortunate' accident at the stair. The maiden in black was a bit elusive; no matter what 'accidental' plot she schemed the other maiden always came out of it without a scratch.

The flaxen maiden had a fleeting dream where she and her prince lived alone on cottage on a green hill. Their daily routine consisted of endless ecstasy and euphoria. The mighty palace was on fire while the flaxen maiden was dreaming. Ironically, the maiden in black tried to save her but the ever hungry flames consumed the maiden with flaxen hair.

The tale of this envious maiden was but a mere vision of many to come. This child of dark could see them all; the past, the present and the future. She saw every single possibility of anything. Perhaps, that was her curse.

She became a slave to a king who feared death so much that every step he made was permissioned first by her. Sometimes she wondered…who is the slave here?

This child of dark was perhaps the most innocent of her vile sisters. She didn't pursue greatness, fame or domination. She sought freedom, love and other feeling anyone possessed. It seemed that fate had shackled her with this madman of a king.

Not for long as the kingdom was slowly overwhelmed by cursed beasts seeking blood. The king became hysterical since she didn't warn him of this blight. She was executed the day after, Alas, she was free….

This child's head eventually found its way to another man with different colour of insanity. He was a vicious collector who loved to collect trinkets, odds and end. His mansion was the biggest of them all. He started with what people would consider valuable then he went for dead and then alive rare creatures (including humans). In his current deranged state, he would collect just about anything even if was worthless like dung pies or pebbles.

The collector was not aware that he was part of a cruel experiment. When the experimenters were done with him, they sealed his mansion and unleashed all the cages. This closed environment deemed worth for the most fittest to survive. The collector was one of the first who died.

And then the demon slayer , the chosen undead and the nightly hunter lived happily ever after overshadowing the 'cursed one'.

The end