Guest: No. Gwynevere is the 'Goddess' that gives you the Lordvessel, if you shoot her you are called out by Gwyndolin, they are two separate people.
IMPORTANT
Just saying though, nor particularly for this story but for all that I write. If ONE more fucking person, calls him 'Naruto' instead of 'Menma' I will personally find you and wear your skin like a fucking coat. They are two separate entities. Kishimoto wouldn't have bothered with a separate name otherwise. Fucking respect that even if you dislike my writing and especially if you like it, give me some form of respect by using the name 'Menma' instead of 'Naruto' because I as the author have chosen to use that character.
I'm really not kidding about this. You may be thinking 'Oh Raxychaz that's a little unreasonable for such a "minor" thing'. As I said it's a matter of respect, I put time and effort into crafting a story for you all and the few dickheads that just shit on it by using the wrong name irks me in ways few could probably understand.
Anyway.
Enjoy Chapter 14.
DSM 14
"This fucking place…" Growled the Uzumaki and shook his head as he descended the steps towards some large room, his hand idly sliding along the guard rail as he peered across the horizon of this massive city, massive in size and massive in terms that it didn't seem built for humans, normal sized ones anyway, Menma felt right at home here.
Flames licked across his form keeping him warm from the icy winds of the night, "Begs the question. What happened to the light? And the warmth." He asked himself aloud.
"I feel as though there was some kind of…Illusion? I cannot be sure, it's unlike a Genjutsu. Yet at the same time, similar. It's hard to put into words." Kurama searched his mind in attempts to just that but continuously came back with nothing.
"That's weird, if you feel the Illusion, why don't I? Is it an internal thing? I don't have any special Doujutsu that would allow me to do so…" He pondered aloud, walking through a large open area, it had four possible directions from where he stood currently. To his direct right was a path that led to a lift of some kind, to his direct left was a set of stairs leading down. In front of him was a room that seemed to be the exact copy of the one he'd just left and behind was said room.
"Door number one, what mysteries do you hold." He asked himself, stepping down, hand upon his claymore's hilt ready to tear it free from its sheath at a moment's notice. Stepping into the dark room he was greeted with the sight that confused him slightly, smack in the middle of the room was an unlit bonfire not too odd really, but the armoured figure in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall set him on edge slightly.
The orange text scrawled across the walls, "Darkmoon Knightess. Friendly." It read, Menma saw the oddity that was the text as a guide, it hadn't steered him wrong yet, so he'd keep listening to it. Taking his hand from his blade he approached the embers holding out his demonic hand he noticed the rather obvious way she tensed, her hand silently falling to the estoc on her hip.
"Unintentionally Chaotic Pyromancy. It's not my fault it's like this." He said as though speaking of the weather, the flames reignited and he took a seat hugging one knee to his chest and resting his chin upon it sighing and closing his eyes.
"So fucking tired…" He murmured, exhaustion apparent on his features. "I suppose it's good that its night, I can't sleep well in the light." He continued, forgetting the existence of the other being in the room.
"Night? But the illusion…" Thought the Knightess, her mind racing. "Can he somehow resist Master Gwyndolin's magic? How is that possible? He can't have slain Master Gwyndolin or the Princesses apparition I would know if he did so, and I've never seen him before. I'd remember a hand like that…I must bring him before Master Gwyndolin, this unknown cannot interrupt the prophecy." Her resolve steeled the Knightess approached the sitting giant, "How is so tall? Is he a primordial like the Knights?" She wondered idly.
A tap on his shoulder interrupted Menma's well-deserved rest before it could even begin. Opening his eyes and drifting them upwards, "Hmm…Yes? I need to get some sleep." He said, disinterestedly.
"You must come with me." She stated.
"We're playing that game?" Sighing he rubbed his eyes, "Why do I need to come with you, Miss?"
"It is a matter of great import, it has to do with the lack of Sunlight."
"It's night time, lady. It's not that friggen hard a concept to grasp. Sun goes up, sun comes down. If it didn't everything would die of heat exhaustion." He grumbled out only for her to grab his shoulder and pull him up, forced to steady himself the Uzumaki let a low growl slip through his lips as he glowered at her.
"You can come with me now or I will cut you down and drag your hollowing corpse there." Threatened the Knightess in a flash of movement the white blade of the Claymore was pressed against her throat and she was held aloft by Menma's demonic left hand blue flames crackling across his armoured flesh, steam began to leave his lip as soon as his hot breath touched the cold air.
"I'll rip you in half, woman. So if you want me to do as you ask, have some fucking patience and wait until I've had a fucking rest, I've had enough shit today." Dropping her onto her ass he slid the weapon back into its sheath and lay down before the bonfire, the Knightess fumed and got ready to gut the fool only for an odd phrase to be spoken.
"Kuchiyose No Jutsu." Came the mumblings of the man, 7' long serpent appeared, hissing angrily at her. Its body was dark as the deepest part of the abyss whilst its underbelly was a rich, bloody red. Golden eyes stared at the woman, as though piercing through her armour and laying her bare.
"Red Belly Black Snake. Don't fuck with it, enough poison to kill 7 men in one bite." Mumbling the tall male before falling into a blissful slumber, his summon curling up under his head slowly as acting as a scaly pillow, its forked tongue flicked through his hair and across his forehead occasionally, like a worried parent dotes upon a sick child.
"He…He can call serpents to his aid!? Just like Master Gwyndolin…Something very strange is at work here. How are the two so alike?" That commanding aura the forced out respect, the clear resistance to illusions, if not immunity and finally the snakes.
Next 'Day'.
After sleeping soundly for what felt like hours Menma awoke and rubbed his eyes, rolling onto his stomach and pushing himself up, yawning and stretching he finally opening his red orbs to see…
Complete darkness outside.
"Wait what..?"
"I told you." Said the Knightess, back in her usual position, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest.
Pulling his claymore free from the sheath upon his back Menma gestured to the stairs, "Fine. Let's go then." He said producing an apple from the seal upon his enflamed arm and biting into it.
The Knightess pushed off the wall and took the lead, "You can produce food from nothing?" She questioned before tilting her head ever so slightly, "You are undead and yet you eat food?"
Menma rose a brow, "Well…Yeah. Don't you?" He asked, just as confused.
"Of course not, Undead feel no hunger…Now that I think of it, we feel no weariness either. How are you able to ignite bonfires? Surely you cannot be truly undead." Now she was very confused, he seemed to ignore every fact she knew of undead, but the tell-tale sign of an Undead was the fact they could ignite the bonfires.
"Well I've only died once but yeah, pretty sure. I did look like tanned leather about a week or so ago, just popped some humanity into the flame and I was all fixed up." He said with a shrug, enjoying the crunch of the fruit in his hand.
The Knightess was quiet for a time, they reach an elevator and rode it down Menma was a little impressed that this thing worked on a pressure system, as it seemed to wait for them to step onto it before it even began to work.
As they exited the lift's shaft, after walking down a spiralling staircase, a loud roar was sounded, Menma watched as a Gargoyle began charging towards him, it seemed plated with gold to look more refined, no doubt to fit the aesthetic of the city.
"Don't get in the way." He said dashing forth slamming his blade against its halberd to lock it into place, flames poured from his arm as he lashed forward and blasted the creature with an Azure Combustion it howled in pain and tried to back up, Menma jumped with it and staked his blade into his shoulder to get a footing crawling onto its back he grabbed its wings and placed his foot against its back, it tried to wriggle and sway to get him off but with a mighty heave he ripped its wings right off, the creature fell forward as it howled in pain, the Shinobi flipped off its back and landed into a crouch.
The creature wailed once more before falling completely onto the ground and bursting into ashen dust. Its collective souls flowing into his Sign, two yellow orbs floated upon the ground. Approaching them, and his Claymore, he sheathed his white blade and picked up the orbs. One was a bronze Halberd, Gargoyle Halberd. It had a near perfect weight, he noticed, it was well balanced, he may use it when the moment strikes. Sealing it he glanced at the other.
Gargoyle Helm, it was a silver coloured metal, a pair of wings from the temples whilst a moveable visor rested on the forehead, currently, it had a chin-guard with a spiked protrusion pointing out. "A Light helm, purely for decoration as Gargoyles already have tough skin. Minimal defence is expected of this helm." Said the text, Menma sweatdropped.
"Tough skin my ass. These puppets are pathetic creatures." Mocked Kurama.
Menma looked over the helm, and whilst he did need some head protection, if this helm was so useless it would only be a nuisance, with a frown his demonic hand lit up with the powerful blue flame, the metal began to rapidly turn red Menma narrowed his gaze as the flames increased in heat turning the helm to metal sludge.
"Feh, that helmet wouldn't have stood up to much if fire, which you are still mastering, from your Pyromancy Flame could melt it."
"Your savagery was unneeded." Came the Knightess' voice, Menma lifted his gaze to meet her helmeted face.
"Your comments are unneeded." He shot back, "It's dead, whether I killed it with harsh words, sorcery or a big fuck off hammer. It's dead and I'm alive, that's my goal of fighting, surviving." His tone was devoid any pretty much any animosity, as though he were just stating a fact.
And for those who have lived in Lordran, or have suffered through the Curse like most of this world had, they would agree with his methodology as they themselves no doubt had similar ideals.
One could also suppose that in a way the Knightess had become sheltered from such thinking, due to how long she had spent as a Darkmoon Blade and was unable to leave Anor Londo, she only fought those who committed Sins and were foolish enough to come to this dead city.
Menma rubbed his forehead, "Look I'm sorry. I'm a shitty fuckin' mood right now. Let's just get moving." He said, more so that he could get back to Firelink, no doubt Frampt would shit himself when Menma told the snake that he was seemingly immune to whatever illusion was cast over this place.
As they moved across the platform the Knightess cranked the contraption in the middle twice, sending them down several levels, "So just saying. The Idea of a spiralling elevator/platform/staircase. Was fucking stupid. Whoever designed this place was a twit."
"Lord Gwyn designed several of the features of this place." Hissed the Knightess.
"Well there you go, your so-called 'Lord of Sunlight' sucks at his job and engineering. What a fuckin' wonder that is."
"Y-You dare!" She cried out in shock at the sheer audacity.
"He was a shitty fucking ruler and a shitty fucking 'Deity' the sheer amount of animosity he bred for the undead is fucking disgusting!" Roared the Shinobi, towering over the shorter being, where she more keen to observation at the moment the Knightess may have noted the darkening of his sclera.
"You can serve his name all you want but I'll be a part of the few who have the goddamn brain-power to see what he really was, an incompetent fool given too much power who committed GENOCIDE!" It seemed to grow darker around them as Menma's anger began to boil hotter and hotter.
The Knightess grew quiet, the tense air could be cut with a great sword at this rate, "Follow me. Mind your accursed tongue, fool." She snarled and led the way down the spiral staircase to the final level, this level held what appeared to be…graves?
"Your Master hangs out in a crypt?" He asked, of course she didn't answer, instead she walking to the beginning of another staircase and held out a white ring. "Any particular reason your about to toss that into Mount Doom Frodo?" He asked, smirking as her shoulders tensed she oozed annoyance.
Idly he clicked his fingers and the bonfire settled in the very centre of the circular room ignited, Menma hummed before walking down the stairs, past the Knightess he noticed a Fog Wall, grinning widely he stepped through without a second thought.
"You fool!" Shouted the Knightess, but her noise was immediately silenced a very familiar tune began to play.
Moonlight Butterfly OST
"Where is that coming from…?" He asked, looking around, if his companion was here why was it not in Darkroot? "Tsuki?" He called out wondering just how the Butterfly may have gotten here.
"Heretic…" Called out a voice that was like velvet upon his ears, Menma stopped looking up, towards the ceiling, and instead looked forth, to the possessor of this voice. A petite woman donned in a white silken robe, a golden set of ropes over the shoulders that attached to a chocker around her pale neck, only the lower half of her face could be seen, a pair of pink lips pulled into an angry snarl that seemed to have the slightest of shines.
Atop her head rested a golden 'crown' it seemed to be representation of the sun, helpfully the Orange Text appeared, Crown of the Dark Sun.
What caught his attention though where the serpents that supported her body, holding her aloft, Menma could only speculate as to how they were connected, his assumption was that they were wrapped around her legs whilst using the rest of their bodies to move about.
"Thou has trespassed upon the Tomb of the Great Lord Gwy-" Menma's scowl forced the woman to pause, his distaste so evident the flames upon his arm roared like a raging beast.
"I swear to the fucking depth of hell, if you say his fucking name, THERE WILL BE BLOOD!" Boomed the male, his ire for the 'gods' of this land was quite high, in case you missed it.
"Thou darest speak in such tones to mine self, Gwyndolin…The Dark Sun." Was that the slightest bit of resentment leaking into her voice, Menma's anger was quenched upon hearing it.
"Dark Sun?" He questioned, "…You mean the moon?" He asked, curiously. "That's about the only comparative I can draw. You got a problem with the moon lady?" He asked narrowed gaze, the snakes paused in their movements and seemed to stare up at their lady.
"Wh-what?" Asked the Dark Sun, so incredibly confused right now, so much so she had forgotten her anger.
"I'll have you know as the Yin Chakra holder I take personal offense to your distaste of the Moon."
"Yin? Chakra, what dose thee speak of?" She asked.
"Ah right…Different worlds." Mumbled Menma, scratching his cheek with his demonic hand.
"What hast thou done to thineself!? Be thee a demon affiliate!?" She raged once more.
"Pyromancy." He said boredly, waving her off with said hand, "I'm a Shinobi of the Elemental Nations, I hail from a world far from this place and was brought here due to…Circumstances." He looked to his left as he said this, finding the walls very interesting. "That's not important, your questions answers are that 1, Yin is the darker half of the balance, and it represents the Moon. Chakra is the binding of physical and spiritual energies for the people of my world. There I've educated you, now I get to ask my question, why the fuck is it so dark outside?" He asked, pointing to out towards the Fog Gate.
"Excuse me!?" Bellowed out the Dark Sun.
Alright there are two big reveals coming up, not soon but eventually, about Menma. If anyone can guess what they are, they can give me either a skeleton for a story which I will write for them, or they can pick one of my current stories and I will update that story only until it's done. To reiterate, you have to get both correct.
That's how confident I am no one will get it. :P
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Raxychaz!