(Disclaimer: I do not own Dungeon ni Deai wo Motomeru no wa Machigatteiru Darou ka, Danmachi for short, or Dark Souls. Both belong to their respective owners. I just own this idea and nothing more. Please Enjoy.)
Is It Too Much To Ask To Be Left Alone?
Adventurers. People who explored the Dungeons and earned fame and fortune through exploration and the killing of Monsters. The Dungeon is a complex labyrinth divided into many Floors. Each Floor contained Monsters and more powerful Monsters began to appear the more an Adventurer goes down a Floor. Of course, this isn't always the case.
It all happened so fast for him. He was a Newbie Adventurer, having started out about a month ago. A Rookie as green as grass. Receiving the blessings of his Goddess and with some armor and additional gear, he's been tackling the Dungeon for quite some time. He had been in here for a while now, fighting Monsters and getting stronger along the way. Nothing new. While he couldn't see the skies, which was obvious considering he was underground, he knew that it was approaching lunch hours and now was a good time to return to the surface. But after a month spending his time here, he thought it was time to try some of the lower floors to see where he stood. So that's what he did. He traveled down to the Fifth Floor. It was only about half an hour that he came to regret this.
He ran and screamed. A roar echoed behind him, prompting him to run faster and scream louder. It was catching up to him. He was pretty well known back in his village for being quite fast but even he wasn't confident that he could outrun the beast that was chasing him.
A Minotaur. A Monster found in the deeper parts of the Dungeon. What the heck it was doing all the way up here in the Fifth Floor, he didn't know. And right now, he didn't care as he concentrated on running for his life.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. He had come here to get strong and maybe find a cute girl to hook up with just like his grandfather wanted. He knew there were risks to becoming an Adventurer, everyone who became one knew that.
The monster down here were defiantly strong but he made sure to keep a level head when fighting and he's been doing pretty well so far, earning prizes and experience.
And that's when a Minotaur appeared.
Knowing that the Monster was way out of his league, he did the smart thing and run. But the Minotaur pursued him endlessly and it was only through sheer dumb luck that he was still alive right now. But his luck soon came to an end as he, much to his horror, ran into a dead end.
Panting with exhaustion and shaking with fear, he could only push his back against the stone wall and drop down to his butt as he stared up at the Monster in terror. This was it. He was going to die now.
In another time, someone would have come to his rescue. This Minotaur had fled from a party of high-ranking Adventurers and would be killed by a beautiful blond swordswoman which results in feelings growing within the boy. He would then continue to grow stronger from there, achieving a great many things alongside friends.
Unfortunately, in this time, his savior, his salvation was a few minutes behind and would not be able to save him in time. So the boy could only scream as the Minotaur raised a fist and brought it down. The last thing he heard was the crushing of his skull.
*CRUSH-SPLAT!*
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"...Oh, you... You're no Hollow, eh?"
"Well, what do we have here? You must be a new arrival. Let me guess. Fate of the Undead, right? Well, you're not the first."
"You! Yes, you! Here, over here! Please, you must help me!"
"You are Undead, as well? Then we've no time to fraternize. I have my mission, and you no doubt have yours. We must not let this curse overcome us."
"Is it not so that thou art new? Thou fared well to find me. But cometh thee not for the grave of Sir Artorias? My advice true, forget this! The legend of Artorias art none but a fabrication. ...Traversing the dark? 'Tis but a fairy tale. Have thine own respect, go not yonder knocking for nothing, I say!"
"Why not join me, as a warrior of the Sun? Righteous knights, guardians of all that is good, in the name of the Lord of Sunlight! ...Only if it would please you, of course. Well?
"...Oh dear...What have we here? Are you a new servant?"
"Quelaag? Please, sister, do not cry. I am happy, truly. I have you...don't I?"
"Chosen Undead. Your fate...is to succeed the Great Lord Gwyn. Chosen Undead, who has run the Bell of Awakening. I wish to elucidate your fate. Do you seek such enlightenment?"
"I can guide thee, and illuminate the truth. Undead Warrior, conqueror of the Four Kings, is this not your wish? To know the truth of men, and the Undead?"
"Thou art strong, human...Surely thine kind are more than pure dark. I beg of thee, the spread of the Abyss...must be stopped."
"Hmm... A mere Undead, yet you can see me? Fascinating... I am Quelana of Izalith. I am not often revealed to walkers of flesh. You have a gift. Are you, too, one who seeks my pyromancy?"
"Ah, hello! You don't look Hollow, far from it! I am Solaire of Astora, an adherent of the Lord of Sunlight."
"I am Laurentius, of the Great Swamp. I will not forget my debt to you."
"Forgive me. I was absorbed in thought. I am Siegmeyer of Catarina."
"Mm, you seem quite lucid! A rare thing in these times. I am Logan."
"Allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Oscar of Astora."
"In case you have not heard, I am Reah of Thorolund."
"I'm Alvina of the Darkroot Wood. I command a clan of hunters who track down defilers of the forest graves. What dost thou say? Wilt thou not join us?"
"Your ambitions have sealed your fate. But, who'd have thought I'd be the traitor? Sometimes you never know, do you... Keh heh heh heh!"
"My father...all Hollow now...has been subdued. He will cause no more trouble."
"...Who are you...Stay clear...stay clear of my work...Curses upon you!...How dare you disturb me!"
"...Finally, I have found it, I have!... ...My very own sun... I...am the sun!... ...I've done it...I have... ...Yes, I did it...I did!"
"I ask just one thing. If I do go Hollow, then finish me off. I beg of you."
"I have waited for thee... Foolish slave of the Gods, and pawn of Frampt... I will kill you... And become the true Dark Lord..."
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"The First Flame quickly fades. Darkness will shortly settle. But one day, tiny flames will dance across the darkness. Like embers, linked by lords past."
"Ashen One, hearest thou my voice, still?"
A pair of eyes snapped open. A mouth opened to gasp for air even though the lungs of the person have long since rotted. Instead of sitting up or trying to stand, the body rolled to the side before quickly getting up to the knees as hands reached for a weapon, a sword due to how the hands moved to the side, only the hands grasped empty air when they reached the person's waist.
"Huh?" Confused while also letting out the first noise it had since waking up, a pair of red eyes looked down in confusion as to why there wasn't a sword his side. He then quickly remembered that he wasn't using a Straight Sword at the moment but a Greatsword and reached for his back only to grasp empty air once again. He reached behind him with both hands but much to his dismay, there was no sword or shield on his back, only a decent sized backpack. That alone was cause for concern for him
Before the boy could freak out, he took a deep breath in before letting it out, calming his nerves. "Calm down, Bell Cranel. Don't panic and access the situation." The now named Bell Cranel first checked himself and to both his confusion and horror, he was not wearing armor and was instead dressed in familiar clothing.
He wore a brown coat with a small black patch on the right side above his chest along with a long sleeved black shirt underneath. He also wore black pants, a beige belt with a silver buckle, and brown shin high boots. A small chest plate covered his chest while a decent sized backpack was slung over his back, as mentioned before. Finally, hanging from the back of his waist was a dagger.
"These clothes..." Bell said to himself as he finally stood up on his feet, looking at himself and blinking to make sure he was not seeing things. "These clothes...I haven't worn these in years. I thought I threw them away?" Bell clearly remembered these clothes being torn and withered by time and threw them away in favor of wearing the Knight Armor of the corpse that had been literally dropped in his cell. It certainly provided more protection than his clothes.
He looked at the armor and equipment on him and had only two words to say.
"This sucks." Bell could feel his face form an expression of disappointment as he looked at himself. The only piece of armor on him was the chest plate. He didn't have any gauntlets, greaves, or anything else that could protect his body. Hell, he didn't even have a helmet on him. The chest plate was of low quality and he doubted it could stand three attacks against the Hollowed and Demon monsters he faced in Lordran. Hell, he bet if he showed this to Andre the old blacksmith would have thrown it in the trash. And don't even get him started with the dagger. It too was of low quality and would instantly break if used against an armored opponent or someone with tough skin. That he was sure of. And he was pretty sure he abandoned the use of backpacks in favor of multiple pouches that would hang on his belt. They were less likely to get grabbed by an opponent and even if they were to be grabbed, his arms were close enough to prevent it.
"What was my younger self thinking coming into the Dungeon like this?" Bell said as he spoke a familiar word that he hasn't said in...forever.
Dungeon. Now that's a word he hasn't hear himself speak in so long. No matter how many years have passed, he still remembered his time in the Dungeon...and how naive he was.
'Seriously, going into the Dungeon just so I could pick up girls? What was I thinking? I don't care if it was for my grandfather, the desire alone is just stupid.' Bell thought to himself. The plan was simple. Go into a Dungeon and get stronger fighting monsters. If he continued to do so, there was a chance a girl might find herself in trouble and he would save her. From there, the girl would would no doubt fall in love and grand adventures would ensue.
Bell sighed as he thought about how stupid he was. This was a Dungeon, a nest of Monsters. The only people that dared to come here were Adventurers. There was little to no chance of there being a damsel-in-distress in a place like this. The fantasy his younger self dreamed of was a work of fiction. A hero's tale. And he was no hero.
Bell quickly shook his head to bring himself back to reality before he brooded any further. He tended to do that a lot from time to time. It was a bad habit he formed whenever he would find himself alone which was nearly all the time during his journey through Lordran. So yeah, he brooded a lot. And if people knew what he's been through, they wouldn't blame him. Now then, time to see where he was and wonder how many times he'll die this time.
He appeared to be in a cave-like area as said area was quite spacious allowing maximum movement. To his surprise, green glowing lights lined the walls, illuminating the place and allowing him to see in this place which would have no doubt been dark without the lights. The lights seemed natural and not man made which confused him but he didn't question it in favor of checking his surroundings for any enemies that wanted his head. Strangely enough, as he looked around, he couldn't help but think the place was oddly familiar to him.
'This place looks like the Dungeon, the fifth floor to be exact.' Bell thought as he couldn't help but feel mocked. It wouldn't be the first time. He clearly remembered this place despite his many years as an Undead. The Dungeon is where he died, struck down by a Monster as his helpless younger self could only scream for help. It never came and the next thing he knew, he was in the Undead Asylum and later learned that he was an Undead, a corpse brought back to life. It was quite vexing that he couldn't remember what had killed him. He remembered seeing horns but that was about it. And with how many times he's died in his journey, he was not about to keep track on how exactly he died only if it benefited him such as learning an enemy's attack pattern.
Unconsciously, Bell reached for the thing that proved and reminded him of his Undead Status. The Dark Sign, located on the right side of his neck near his jugular vein. It was warm to touch, as if to signify that he was 'alive' right now. It was the only part of him that felt warm at all as the rest of his body was cold as a corpse which wasn't surprising considering what he really looked like under the illusion casted over him by using Humanity to reverse Hollowing.
Bell was soon brought out of his thoughts at the sound of a roar. Quickly, he turns to his left and sees the sight of a Bull-like monster charging straight towards him. The battle instincts that have been ingrained into him kicked in instantly and he jumped back to avoid the charging monster as it crashed into a wall. As the Monster took a moment to pick itself back up, Bell took this chance to see what was attacking him.
As said before, it was a Bull-like monster. Its body was that of a man whose muscles gave the impression of a body builder. Other than that, the legs and head were that of a bull with fur covering the legs and shoulders as powerful looking horns were situated from the sides of the skull. If the monster had been wielding twin machetes he would have thought he was fighting a Capras Demon. He almost shivered at the memory of that one fight. Two dogs at the side and the room being quite small. The setting had not been very ideal and as a result, he died quite a few times.
Red glowing eyes stared right at Bell but he didn't freeze up. Rather he was struck with a sense of déjà vu.
'Why do I feel like I know this thing?' Bell thought but pushed the thought aside in favor of making battle plans as he drew the only weapon he had on him. 'Okay, let's see. Shield: Don't have it. Armor: Don't have that either. Weapons: A dagger that would possibly do no damage to the foe in front of him. Once again, Bell cursed his younger self at his lack of proper equipment but didn't panic. He's been in worse situations before.
The monster before him soon recovered and roared at him. Bell didn't even flinch as he sent a cold, hard gaze back at the monster as said monster actually flinched back. That's never happened before, Bell noted. But the monster recovered quickly and roared again as it charged towards him. As it charged, Bell looked at the monster's body from top to bottom. The skin of the monster was no doubt tough so he doubted his dagger would do any sufficient damage. If anything, it would probably break upon contact. So since he couldn't attack the beast directly, he'll search for weak points and last he checked, the eyes were always a good spot to attack.
To any other person not a high-class Adventurer, the Monster before Bell would have appeared fast. But to the Undead himself, the Monster was as fast as an Armored Boar. He dodged the thing quite easily before he reached his hand out and grabbed one of the Monster's horns and swung himself onto the Monster. He then raised his dagger and stabbed it into the Monster's right eye with no hesitation. The Monster's screams of pain echoed through the area as it tried to buck Bell off of it. But the Undead held on tight as he tried to pull the dagger out but it seems he underestimated his strength as he found the dagger stuck, probably lodged in the Monster's skull. Trying again with one last pull, Bell managed to free the dagger…or rather its hilt that is. The blade had broken off as said blade was still in the Monster's eye. Bell once again cursed his younger self's choice of equipment before being forced to jump off the Monster as it attempted to shake him off by slamming it's back against a wall. Bell jumped off before it could do it as the Undead landed safely before throwing the dagger hilt away. It was useless to him now as was any weapon that broke. Should he resort to his bare fists? He was pretty strong with how many souls he spent in order to use the Greatshield of Artorias and to use weapons such as Greatswords and Greataxes. But then again, he preferred if he had a weapon on him.
Deciding to abandon the bare fist idea, he decided to use a different plan. It was one of his oldest ones but its effectiveness has always shown itself during his most dire times. With that plan in mind, he began the process. First, he needed to find a cliff. He didn't know if there were any in this place but he'll search. Turning around, he ran and the bull monster followed after him.
'Good.' Bell thought. He needed the monster to follow him. This was the plan. Once he found a cliff, he would lead the monster close to it and use the Miracle, Force, to knock the Monster down to its death. It was a simple battle tactic but one he greatly loved. It certainly showed its worth against those Silver Knight archers at Anor Londo, fucking bastards. Now once he found a cliff, all he needed to do was use his Talisman and—
Bell's eyes greatly widen in pure horror. He patted the right side of his belt…but there was no Talisman.
"No…" Bell mutters in horror as he comes to a stop and looks. Still no Talisman. Along with him not having his preferred shield, sword, and armor, he didn't have his Talisman. And if he didn't have his Talisman then…Bell reached for his back and concentrated. But no matter how much he willed it, the familiar feeling of wood never came into his hand. He did not have his Catalyst either. At this point, Bell felt like hyperventilating which should have been impossible as he was Undead meaning he was probably just copying the action to show off his panic.
"Hey, calm down! No panicking during a fight!"
A voice in his head snapped Bell back to reality. He just made a huge blunder. Never ever panic during a fight. It'll cost you your life. If he didn't have access to his Miracles and Sorceries then...what about his Pyromancy?
Bell raised his right hand up to his face and concentrated while also begging for the familiar flame to appear. To his relief and delight, a flame was produced, one he was fairly familiar with. After all, the flame was a part of himself and was given to him by a precious friend.
"A pyromancer's flame is a part of his own body. The flame develops right along with his skill. … When I gave you that flame, I gave you a part of myself. Please take good care of it."
'Laurentius...' The flame in his hand brought both joy and sadness to Bell. No matter how many times he died, he still remembered the day the Pyromancer of the Great Swamp gave him his flame. It had started out small, but now, the flame before him was strong, clearly showing the accumulation of his teachings with Laurentius, Quelana, his service to the Fair Lady, and of course, his experience.
'Thank the sun that I still have this.' Bell thought to himself before turning towards the direction the bull-like monster would no doubt come from. Since he had no access to either his Miracles or Sorceries, and since he had no weapons, his Pyromany is right now his most strongest weapon against this monster.
'A few fire orbs should do the trick.' Bell thought as he set the pyromancy spell in his mind. Now all he needed to do was wait for the monster and when it appeared, it would be greeted with fire to the face.
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"I don't think it's coming." Said the voice in Bell's head.
Bell raised an eyebrow in confusion but did not dare deactivate the flame in his hand. Had he outrun the monster? He doesn't remember being that fast but then again, his friends had always commented how fast he was even when wearing armor. And since he was wearing light clothing, perhaps his speed had increased. He certainly didn't notice.
After waiting about another minute, Bell finally relaxed, seeing that he had indeed outran the monster but he did not dare deactivate his flame. He still had no idea where he was right now and it was always better to have a weapon drawn out and ready to be used in a split second. But first, he had another matter to attend to. Such as...
'Who are you?' Bell thought, addressing the voice that was in his head. Last time he checked, his head was voice free. It didn't help that this mysterious voice sounded a lot like him.
"Who am I? I'm you of course."
'Don't play games with me. Who are you and why are you inside my head?' Bell raised his flame to his head as if to threaten whatever the voice was.
"You're not seriously thinking of frying your brain, right?" A moment of silence. "By Gwyn's beard, are you insane!?"
'That's currently up for debate since I have a voice in my head.'
"I'm telling you, I'm you!"
'If you're me then tell me, what's the last thing I did before I woke up?' Bell thought/asked. Truth be told, he can't remember what he had been doing before he woke up. He remembers that he had been wearing armor based on the very armor of Artorias the Abysswalker along with wielding the Abyss Greatsword and Greatshield of said Abysswalker. But why he was equipped in that set, he can't recall.
"You don't remember? You defeated the Hollowed Lord of Cinder, Gwyn, and linked the First Flame."
At that did it all come rushing back to Bell. With armor providing the best fire defense, with a shield that provided great stability, and a sword he had grown to be quite proficient with, Bell had fought against the former Lord of Sunlight and triumphed over the Hollowed Lord. But soon after he stood before the First Flame and used his very self to strengthen it, preserving the Age of Gods for a bit longer. But before he could even extend his hand towards the flame...
"I should have left you to rot in the Undead Asylum! My dream! My purpose! You took everything from me!"
Bell instinctively slammed his eyes shut as the memory appeared in his head. He remembered now. The event that took place before he could link the fire. The event that broke his very beliefs.
"Do you believe me now?" The voice asked.
"Yeah..." Bell spoke as he let out a sigh, or perhaps he was mimicking one. Undead don't need air so the act of sighing was nothing more than a false act.
"So that's how it is."
"How what is?"
In an over dramatic fashion, Bell fell to his knees and let out a long, dramatic sigh. "I've finally lost my mind."
"...what?"
"After all the death's I've experienced, after all I've been through, my mind has finally been broken. I've finally gone insane. I'm surprised it took this long but it was bound to happen eventually. Dying multiple times is not good for the mind. And I've been dying for years. Perhaps the final straw was when I willingly set myself on fire. Yes, that must be it."
"Hey! Get a hold of yourself! You're panicking!
"I'm not panicking." Bell said as he calm down again. While he was surprised at the new voice in his head, he didn't bother with it as he had priorities to deal with. The first being...
'Finding the one who took my equipment and burn them to death.' Bell thought while holding up his flaming hand.
"Yeah-wait, what? Shouldn't your first concern be finding a way out of this place?"
'That can wait. First I must get back my armor, my weapons, my items, and especially my catalyst and talisman!' Especially those last two items. He'd sooner face the Four Knights of Gwyn all at the same time then lose those two precious items. He would even go as far as to say that they were, to him, more important than his own life. That's how important they were to him.
"I know you want to get your stuff back but think about it. You're all alone in some unknown area with little to no armor and your only weapon is your Pyromancy. Your flame may be strong but you have a limit to how much magic you can cast."
Bell grunted in annoyance but knew that voice in his head had a point. What he had right now was not ideal and while he was confident he could take down anything that attacked him with his flame, there was a limit to it. And said limit was the reason why he rarely used magic during a fight. His magic was strong, that he was confident of, but his reserves were average at best, maybe a little above average considering his level, which meant he could only cast some of his more powerful arts a few times. Truly, his situation right now was not ideal and it would only be suicide to venture through this area with what he has right now.
Bell sighed. As much as it pained him to do, he'll have to prioritize getting out of here than finding his equipment. But he swore that once he was prepared, he'll come back here and look for his stuff. And seeing as he couldn't summon his precious Bottomless Box meaning he didn't have said Box with him, said stuff was ALL his stuff. Bell let out another sigh, this one filled with annoyance before he began to search for an exit out of here.
Along the way, he ran into more monsters. Such mentions were ants the size of a human child, creatures made of literal shadows, frogs with one eye, men with dog heads, and what Bell could tell were literal Goblins. All these monsters gave Bell a huge wave of nostalgia. He knew what these things were but for his Undead life he couldn't explain why he knew. The same went for the area he was in. He had found a set of stairs that went up and seeing as he had nowhere else to go, he went up and as he did the surroundings changed as the monsters in the area were getting weaker and weaker to the point where he could beat most with simply his fists. For some reason, he felt as if he should have dug for something from the monsters he beat to death but he seeing as he had nothing to cut said monsters up, he left them alone. There was no way he was going to rip them apart just to satisfy his curiosity. He wasn't a Darkwraith, may those souls rest in peace and their idiot Kings burn in hell.
"These things are surprisingly weak." The voice in Bell's head commented as the white haired Undead punched a pouncing Goblin, dislocating its jaw and snapping his neck, killing it.
'Even Hollows wearing no armor could take at least one of my punches.' Bell thought as he couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed at the strength of these monsters before him. But he was able to limit the use of his flames so there was a plus side.
As he walked, each step filled in caution as he never trusted a situation to be as easy as it was right now, he noticed that the appearance of monsters had become less and less. He wasn't complaining but that just made the Undead even more conscious of his surroundings. If there had been a Bonfire nearby, he would have taken this chance to have a small break but seeing as he didn't have his Estus Flask with him, the boon of all Undead, he didn't stop. Eventually he came upon more stairs and soon went up them. This was the fifth time he's come upon a flight of stairs and he was starting to wonder if he was going the right way. Many times he's taken a wrong direction during his journey through Lordran which ended with him getting lost within the capital of the Gods. Though said missteps have led him to some interesting encounters, some more enjoyable than others.
After some time, Bell finally reached the top and came upon a new sight. A door.
Now a door meant a lot of things, especially if one was found in a place like this. Once he entered through the door, he would either find himself outside, in a room, facing a trap, and/or etc. The list was long and Bell wished he had a shield on him just in case he did come upon a trap.
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? At least it's not a Fog Gate."
Bell silently agreed with the voice in his head, especially about the Fog Gate. Whenever he came upon one, there was a high percent chance that he would face a being much larger than him or much more powerful. It would not be lie to say that Bell had developed a sense of paranoia towards Fog Gates. But back to the story, Bell went to reach for the doorknob when suddenly, said door opened on its own, causing Bell to jump back and summon his flame in preparation for an enemy. He expected to see a Hollow warrior, another monster, a demon on fire, or some new monster he's never seen before that would attack him on sight.
What appeared from the door was in fact none of these things. To Bell's utter surprise, what came through the door was, in fact...
"Hm? Oh, hello." It was a human man. And he could tell it was a human for it was almost impossible for Undead skin to get as tanned as the man before him unless one used a bunch of Humanity and stayed under the sun's rays for long periods of hours. Most Undead tend to be quite pale under their armor and Bell was no different.
"Back from the Dungeons?" The man, wearing a chest plate and shoulder pads while carrying a claymore on his back, said to Bell as two more people appeared by the man's side. A woman wearing robes and wielding a staff that identified her as a mage of sorts, and another man, slightly younger than the other two who had a pair of cat ears on his head.
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"...Does that man have honest to flames cat ears on his head?"
Bell didn't respond back as he simply blinked in surprise.
"Excuse us then, we're going down ourselves." The man, no doubt the leader of this trio, said, snapping Bell out of his stupor before moving to the side to allow the trio to move down into...the...
"Dungeon..." Bell said, noticing the word that came from the man. Bell could feel his eyes widening as he looked towards the door, left open for him by the trio. He glanced back down to where the trio had left before quickly turning and sprinting out of the exit. The Undead only got ten steps out of the exit before he came to a stop as he came upon a sight that left him speechless.
Cat and dog ears on top of heads. Big beafy men both big and small height wise. Pointed ears that identified some as elves. And last but not least, more humans. The sight of the great amount of people around him left Bell reasonably shocked. For one, he hasn't seen this many people in years. Another reason, he recognized the likes of elves, dwarves, cat people, Chienthropes, and other kinds of races. The last reason why he was shocked, the area he was at right now was familiar.
"It can't be...!" A feeling similar to adrenaline surged through Bell as he ran, sprinting past people, bumping and pushing a few which resulted in some hateful cries, before he came upon a flight of stairs that spiraled upwards and immediately ran up them. Once at the top, he came upon even more people but he ignored this as he raced towards one of the exits. He was in such a rush that he didn't know that to the eyes of other people, he was a complete blur.
Finally, he reached the end of the exit and came to stop once he felt his feet slam down soil ground, kicking sand and pebbles as he skidded to a stop. Mimicking the act of being out of breath, Bell looked at his surroundings with eyes in total disbelief.
"It can't be...there's no way!"
"What? What is it? Where are we?"
From a bird eye view, Bell would have been a simple dot amongst others in the vast city area. Shaped like a circle, the city was divided into eight sections with many different buildings filling each section. And at the center of the city was a huge tower that looked like it reached past the clouds and gave the illusion that it might even reach the heavens themselves.
Bell turned his head to look up at said tower. He knew this tower. It was the tower, Babel. And if this was here, then…
"I'm back…" Bell breathed out. He couldn't believe it. He was back. He was back in the Labyrinth City Orario.
He was home.
And…done! Okay, I intended to do a small preview but it seems I ended up doing an entire chapter. Oh well. This is probably more interesting than what I could have shown. Anyway, welcome to my new idea known as: Is It Too Much To Ask To Be Left Alone? A Danmachi x Dark Souls story idea that was actually inspired by Danmachi x Bloodborne stories. I actually thought of doing one myself but I thought that wouldn't be original unless I put a little spin to it. And that's when I noticed that some mechanics from Dark Souls, such as Pyromancy and Sorcery, actually fit the world of Danmachi and thus this idea was born. I hope this small preview/chapter was enough to catch your interest as there aren't any interesting Danmachi x Dark Souls story out there as of now, to me at least. Anyway, this has been Ashbel Longhart here, signing out.