FREEEE ICE CREEEAM!
Now that I have your attention, the new chapter Of Derp Edition is now ready for you guys to read. Unfortunately, Ice Cream will not be included with this chapter.
But I'm sure that little trick won't upset to many people. (Probably.)
A few comments that caught my eye
Guest: pyromancy martial arts maybe? flaming kung fu moves? burning weapon's and exploding fist's? sounds cool or more appropriately it sound hot, ha ha. anyway that's my two cents. maybe these idea's already crossed your mind but hey tell us what you think? hope this was of some use to you.
though the final thing i will suggest is a super buff OP game breaker "power within" spell that acts less like a spell and more like a bloody super saiyan transformation, or rock lee's EIGHT GATE'S from Naruto. but hey this last part is just me wanting and epic fight with epic power up's. please tell me we get this? PLEASE? PLEASE? it'd be so epic!
My response: CRAAAAP! *Flips nearby coffee table*
Dude, You have no Idea how close on the money you are to what I had planned. Not to mention that joke in the beginning of this comment was hilarious. You're seriously close, but not exact. I'd say that the Eight Gates similarity is more on the mark. But it will most certainly not be OP or give the prophet godlike power. I won't spoil what exactly it will do, but dang are you close.
TheStrahl: So does Anna counts in with the harem plan or what, and will you give our prophet here the ability to talk his way out from Quelaag and let Laurentius to meet up with Quelana
p.s. my favorite character is the crestfallen warrior, please don't let him to become hollow.
My response: Let me make this perfectly clear guys.
When I started this story, I was completely planning on a the prophet getting with Pricilla. Everything with Anna and Velka was a result of me kinda having fun with the story. In all honestly, I kinda dug myself in a hole with this whole love interest thing. (LOL whoops.) But I promise that when Vel and Anna do meet, Shenanigans will ensue.
Regarding Quelaag, I refuse to spoil the big shin dig I got planned for her. :)
And by the way, Crestys one of my favorite too, bro. But I won't go easy on him because of that. We'll see what happens regarding him and what the prophet will do to effect his future.
Guest: it's revealed that gwyn had plenty of kids ( Vaatividiya youtube Chanel ) . maybe a few hot daughters Kaylen might meet and i don't mean the illusion of (forgot how to spell her name) Gwynevere. are you going to introduce other OC's.
cause you kinda did that Velka and I'll admit it threw me off, but you made it work - and presumably not in the way that she's not just a pair of tit's - exceptionally nice bouncy tit's but you get what I mean.
I'm just super interested in what you'll do and how you'll make potential OC's, love interest or both work into the plot.
anyway keep up the good work your amazing and can't wait for the next chapter.
My response: I think I was pushing my luck when I introduced Velka, so introducing more Characters like her doesn't seem like the best idea. But hey, I didn't plan for Velka and I like to have fun with this story, so its not such a far fetched idea, bro.
Welp, that's it for comments guys. Enjoy the chapter to your hearts content.
Warning: Due to the comments left by Guest, the author has gone on a mad table flipping rampage. Please guard all coffee tables with care.
Proceeding along the trail of the mountain side, the prophet walked quickly and calmly to his destination. He had been doing this for the past thirty minutes or so with no hint that he was drawing any closer to his destination, save for the passing greenery he stepped on. It seemed that the path toward the blade he sought was much longer than it was when this was just a game.
But the prophet didn't mind this too much. He knew there wasn't very much time to spare, but the extra time allowed him a moment to clear his head, think through past events.
"So I can create my very own spells. I wonder how far I could take that. Do I just imagine what I want and it becomes reality? No, that's probably overstepping things. Its likely that there's some prerequisite that must be done. I'll have to experiment with a few things to figure out how exactly this works. But still, this gives me so much to go off of. If I can create my own spells, then maybe empower existing spells too. Make them stronger then their original forms could ever be. Or maybe...I could take it a step further than that and create hybrid spells."
The thought of creating his own personal composite of attacks caused a devious smile to cross the prophets face.
"And why stop there? Why not make hybrid armor and weapons too?" the prophet thought with a grin, already getting plenty of ideas. "I could combine all of Pinwheels mask into something completely new, empower a Black Knights sword with the power of a Chaos Ember, Fuse Havels Armor with that of Black Iron. The possibilities are endless. The only thing I would need is the right materials and a little imagina-"
His train of thought stopped immediately as he felt something approach him from behind.
FWOOOSH
Not missing a beat, the prophet ignited his hand into a blazing flame and quickly turned on his heel, sending his palm forward ready to blow away whatever was stupid enough to try and sneak up on him.
"Good reflexes." a very feminine voice suddenly complimented, causing Kaylen to stop himself mid attack, right before he was about to touch her.
It took him only a moment to identify the person in front of him.
"V-Velka?" the prophet said as he quickly took in the beautiful sight that was the Goddess of Sin. "What the heck? Do you have any idea what this hand could do to you?"
"Now there's a thought." Velka said with a devilish grin.
Bushing intensely at what Velka was implying, the prophet began stuttering madly. Trying to quickly correct himself.
"Wait wait wait, that's not what I meant at all." the prophet said. "I meant what it could do to your body."
At this, both the prophet and the goddesses eye's went wide, obviously for completely different reasons.
"Oh my." Velka purred, her grin growing slightly wider.
"Wait, I didn't mean-" the prophet started.
"You surprise me, prophet. I had no idea that you would be so forward about this." Velka said, fully enjoying the flustered look on the prophets face.
"No no no! I...uh...no, I mean...I wasn't...wait! What are you doing here? Have you been following me?" the prophet asked, brushing away his embarrassment and turning serious.
"What am I doing here? Why, I am simply here to speak with my champion." Velka said cheekily. "Is that so wrong?"
As he heard the words leave her mouth, the prophet could not stifle an internal frown.
"Champion...I didn't agree to anything like that." the prophet thought to himself. "She shouldn't just assume that I'm okay with this."
Thoughts of what transpired between them began to swarm through his mind, and no matter how many times he thought it over, he just couldn't make any sense of it. It couldn't be possible that these feelings she was showing were genuine. They knew so little about each other, he had completely told her off back in undead burg and now she suddenly comes back saying that she wants him to be some sort of champion for her? Ridiculous. The only possible explanation would be that this was some kind of act. With her looks and attitude, she must think it would be nothing to trick some human into being her pawn. Well, the prophet would not be anyone's fool and he would not waste any more time playing her game.
He would nip this in the bud right here and now.
"So have you been, Prophet." Velka asked with a smile. "You seem to be in good hea-"
"Velka, stop this." the prophet said grimly.
"Stop what?" Velka said, confused at his words.
"This." the prophet said bluntly. "This thing your doing where you pretend to be genuinely happy to see me."
"But I am happy to-"
"No, you're not." the prophet interrupted sternly. "We both know that this all some kind of trick so that you can get me to become fuel for the First Flame. It impossible for someone like you to feel something for me. I may have made the mistake of kissing you before, but I'm not stupid enough to fall for this cheap act. I know exactly what you really are. Just a manipulator who's willing to do or say anything to accomplish your goals. So stop pretending otherwise."
As this, Velka could not prevent the look of sadness from appearing on her face. Kaylen was actually a bit surprised at her reaction. So much so, that a small part of him began to think that maybe he had been a little harsh with his wording. But after reminding himself that it wasn't real, he quickly push these thoughts aside.
Before he could say anymore, Velka turned her gaze downward and spoke on a soft, sorrowful tone.
"Your words are...cruel, prophet. Much crueler than I think you realize." Velka said lowly. "I understand that I have given you very little reason to trust me, but I had at least hoped that you saw me as more than some conniving shrew."
Hearing this, the prophet could not help but feel a bit guilty at his somewhat harsh speech, even if his mind tried to tell him otherwise.
"Look, Velka, I didn't mean-" the prophet started
"I know that this situation must make very little sense. Honestly, it is quite difficult for me to understand my recent behavior myself." Velka said honestly. "I can only say that being with you brings out unfamiliar feelings within me."
"But that just doesn't make any sense, Velka." the prophet said, still unwilling to believe that she was telling the truth. "Your a goddess, I'm just a human man you barley know. What could you possibly feel for me?"
Velka hesitated for a moment before bringing her gaze to the prophets and speaking honestly, allowing only words from her heart to reach her lips.
"It is hard for me to explain. But I do know that whatever it is that you make me feel is...not unpleasant. I wish to seek these feelings out even further, to know why I feel this way about you. I wish... I wish to feel the same way I did when you held me in your arms. Do you not feel the same as I?"
Velka felt her nerves strain as she continued to speak. She knew that this question and conversation would happen eventually. And though she knew that beyond any shadow of a doubt, that she wanted the prophet...the thoughts of doubt began to plague her.
"What if he refuses me? What if he turns his back on me?" she thought nervously.
The prophet noticed that as the woman finished her last sentence, a wary, almost fearful look came upon her. The nervous frown marred the absolute beauty of her face, and despite the objections of his conscious, the prophet couldn't help but try and think of some way to bring her smile back.
Though, with a bit of effort, the prophet managed to push these thoughts of compassion aside and spoke truthfully what was on his mind, trying his best to think objectively and not emotionally.
"Velka, I..I just..I don't know how I feel." the prophet responded honestly. "Just as you don't know anything about me, I know next to nothing about you except that you're looking for a human to sacrifice to the first flame and that you have abilities that would make manipulating someone child's play. Less than that even. I wouldn't even know how to begin to trust you."
As the words left the prophets mouth, an idea had crept its way into Velka's mind that could possibly fix this dilemma... or make it much worse.
"I could...I could show you." Velka said weakly as she timidly crossed her arms over her chest and looked away from the prophet. "If you wish it of me."
"Show me?" the prophet said, thoroughly confused on what she was talking about. "Show me what?"
At this, a weak smirk lit he woman's lips, though it did not reach her eyes. It was a look of heartache and sorrow.
"What's wrong?" the prophet asked, even more confused than before.
"I am merely amused at the irony. I so desperately want you to feel the same for me as I do for you. I have yearned for it since the first moment you wrapped your arms around me. Yet when I finally think of a way that would allow you to know who I truly am, I cannot help but to be filled with a sense of fear." the goddess said as she slowly walked up to Kaylen, her eye's now rimmed with tears.
This was it...the pivotal moment. She was terrified of what his reaction would be. How could she not be? This would either bring the prophet closer to her or cause him to turn his back on her in disgust. Looking up into his determined eyes, she could only silently plead to him in her thoughts.
"Please, prophet. Please do not cast me aside. For so long I have desired to experience the warmth of a soul such as yours. You may not believe it, but your heart is the home I have truly yearned for. I know that you are not a callous man and that you strive to protect any that you can.. But I am terrified of how you will see me once you know who I am...and what I have done."
"Fear?" the prophet asked, confused as to why she seemed on the verge of tears. "What do you have to be afraid of?"
The prophet hated it when girls cried. He was protective by nature, always wanting to do what he could to help others, and crying girls were at the top of his list. Though he got no further on this thought when the woman finally sighed.
Taking a deep breath, She looked the prophet in the eye.
"Thou art aware of my ability to look into the minds of others and control those of weaker will, correct?" Velka asked "Well..that is not the full extent of my abilities. I am also capable of showing others visions, parts of my memories. I could show you who I truly am. But, due to the strength of your mind, the only way for this to work would be for you to..allow me to do it."
The prophet needed only a moment to fully understand what Velka was asking of him.
"You want me to willingly let you in my head." the prophet said almost accusingly, knowing that if he did such a thing he could gain much insight to Velka and what she's been through, but would also leave himself wide open to her hypnosis, putting himself and likely others at risk to a mind controlled prophet.
"Please, do not be anxious or afraid, prophet. I am not your enemy." Velka said, trying to ease him. "I would never attempt to do anything to harm you."
With that, Velka slowly began to walk up to him. Slowly, she reached her hands to his face, wanting to share her past with him. However, when he blatantly recoiled from her touch, she couldn't stop the rush of tears and small sob that escaped.
Kaylen's mind was screaming for him to back away from this woman, to not allow her into his mind. But once he saw the pained look in her eye's, he immediately felt his heart clench. He then began to question why he was doing this to her? She had not done anything to threaten him. In fact, she had helped him when he did battle with the Black Knight. While he could not completely ignore his fear of the consequences should he be wrong, her reaction tore painfully at his heart.
"Don't you dare. She's lying to you. This is all an act to get you to lower your guard." the prophets conciounse screamed at him. "If you let her in, she'll use you like a puppet and there won't be a dame thing you'll be able to do about it."
But as his mind was telling him this, the prophets heart clenched once again at the fear and sadness in her golden, split irises. He could not bring himself to turn away from her.
So, with his more logical half screaming in protest and a heavy sigh, the prophet slowly reached down and tentatively grasped her hands in his, bringing them up to his face.
"Sorry. I just...I have to admit that I'm more than a little nervous about this." the prophet said, trying to explain and protect her feelings. "But if this will let me understand you a little better, then lets go ahead and give it a try. But just so you know, if I end up getting mind controlled, I will be so sassy with you."
Looking into his eye's once more, Velka gently reached her fingertips across his face. Lightly stroking his skin, she smiled weakly as she felt the warmth that she had desperately been seeking.
Blinking away tears, she spoke to him in a soft tone.
"Heh, heh, I understand." Velka said softly, glad that he was offering her this. "And thank you for giving me this chance."
The prophet was very unsure about his decision. He knew there was still a chance that he was making a horrible mistake and was about to willingly offer himself to enslavement. So before he could talk himself out of it, he spoke to her.
"So what do I have to do?" the prophet asked, ready to get things started.
"Just look into my eye's...and relax." Velka instructed.
Doing as she said, the prophet calmed his nerves as best he could and was somewhat caught off guard when Velka suddenly pressed her fingertips more firmly into his face, causing him to gasp loudly as a flood of memories rushed into his mind. When his surrounding began to shift and change before his very eyes and he stood in a large hall, he quickly realized that he was seeing things from her perspective.
In the beginning, Kaylen found himself wincing as multiple emotions and experiences all filled his mind at the same time.
He felt all her past anger, confusion and sadness as if it was his own. Through her eye's he watched as order within the kingdom deteriorated. He saw the citizens and nobles abandoning their homes, attempting to seek shelter from the violence and bloodshed that was now at their doorstep.
But even as it inhabitants abandoned it, he saw that she chose to stay.
The absolute despair that filled her heart was almost overwhelming, all consuming. Drowning out almost everything else within her. The prophet found himself wonder what could have possible happened to make her feel like this.
He saw that she had made her home high above the other residences, where no one would be able to reach her.
She closed her mind to all the sins and immoral acts that she sensed transpiring around her. It no longer mattered to her what the humans did to one another. Maybe it would be better if they were to simply killed each other off.
And though she knew some of the remaining knights decided to stay at her side...they all feared her.
They were afraid of her eye's..
They were cold...empty...sometimes angry...
But most of the time...they were sad.
She was completely and utterly alone.
The unbearable hopelessness that she felt caused the prophet to clench his jaw as he had to remind himself that these were just memories and to not accept them as his own emotions. With a few deep breaths, he managed to regain himself.
As he did this, Velka's mind continued to show him more of her past.
He saw that some time after its citizens had left, when the silence and stillness fell upon the city, large groups of other humans would attempt to pillage the great kingdom. Often seeking weapons, treasure or simply trying to lay claim to a well fortified area.
And each and every time this happened...she would be called upon to deal with these interlopers.
Though he could feel that she had long since turned her back on the sins they committed against one another, she did not wish to bring them harm. How could she? She had always watched over and aiding them, only striking them down when they committed the most heinous of crimes.
She would always try to warn them...
"Humans...turn back now or face judgement." she would always say.
...but they would never listen.
"What the hell are we supposed to turn back to? You bastards stand by and do nothing as the demons slay our kin and slaughter our villages." she remembers one saying to her. "If you will not help us in our time of need, then we will take what we need to defeat the demons ourselves."
This is the way they would always respond to her. They would accuse, shout and threaten. Raise their meager weapons against her. Force her to act.
With her heart filled with regret and sorrow, she cut the humans down, one after the other. There would be no mercy for any of them, no hesitation... not even for the one's that begged. After all, this was her duty. To punish those who sinned against the gods.
It pained her to no end to have to do this. No. It devastated her. She was supposed to safeguard them, to take care of them...but instead she slaughters them in droves.
And every time her blade ended the life of another human...she would lose a piece of herself.
SHLICK
And another...
SHLUCK
and another...
SHLICK
and another...
When all was said and done, she no longer questioned why things had to be this way. Nor did she weep for the lives that she was forced to take. She felt nothing for anyone anymore.
She was a husk of her former self. Existing only to do what she was told.
As she showed the prophet the deplorable acts she had committed, she felt his fury skyrocket.
She did not want to read his thoughts, she was too terrified of what he must be thinking about her. She knew that he must be seething with anger at the blood she spilled...and was he so wrong? But soon enough, she felt fury change to tearful agony as saw her slowly be reduced to an heartless shell, devoid of any emotion or feeling.
At that moment, Kaylen was about to break the connection, unable to stand the sight of more blood being spilt or her losing more of herself, when Velka's memories began to stir once more. But through this flash, the prophet could briefly make out his own voice...
Standing atop the roof of a building high above the others, Velka watched with an unflinching gaze, wishing for nothing but to remain alone with her silence.
Her wish would be denied however as she felt a slight twinge in the back of her mind, informing her of a small occurrence happening a great ways away from her location.
The large crow stationed at the Asylum had retrieved an Undead and was now bringing it to Lordran.
Immediately following this sensation, Velka felt a much more familiar feeling, more akin to a small ringing in the back of her mind, go through her. This one much more pressing than the last.
She was being summoned by her lord.
Wasting no time, she stepped forward and with wings as black as night, took flight to where she knew he would be waiting for her.
It took her little more than a few minutes to reach the entrance of a somewhat large, wide open room leading to a stairway that lead downward. Where a small carpet with four lit candles placed in the shape of a square lay in wait.
Having been here multiple times before, she already knew what was expected of her at this moment.
Moving forward, she stood in the center of the candles and kneeled towards the entrance of a room, bowing her head at the strange figure who stood tall upon a large mound of snakes a small ways away past the entrance. But though the figure was a good distance away, its power could be felt clearly. As he felt it radiating off its body, the prophet couldn't help but feel that it was like watching a Cobra waiting to strike at any prey foolish enough to come too close.
"My lord.." the woman said in a stoic and emotionless tone of voice. "..I answer thy summons."
The figure said nothing, not even turning around to acknowledge the woman's arrival. Only after a full minute of silence, did it speak its first words to her.
"You sensed it too, did you not?" the figure asked, its voice seeming to echo off through the halls. "The crow has taken an undead away from the asylum."
"I have, my lord." the woman said, her tone not changing in the slightest.
There was another pause of silence. As if the figure was contemplating something.
"We were told that an undead must ring both bells and reach Anor Londo with their own strength. It is the only way to know if their will is strong enough to bear the souls. " the figure said. "Many of their kind have attempted this, and even fewer have made it very far. And our time is now running short. Fathers soul is fading. Soon he will be naught but ash. We can no longer wait for the humans to produce a strong warrior to take his place."
"What would you ask of me, my lord?" Velka asked.
"The Undead who escaped...find him. Observe whether or not he is a worthy vessel. If he be so, then guide him here to the Lordvessel." the figure ordered. "But you are only to show them the correct path. They are to complete the trials with their own power. Lend them not an ounce of thy strength."
"Understood, my lord." Were the woman's only words before standing from her kneeling position, turning around and proceeding to leave the building.
Not wasting any time, she quickly spread her wings wide, giving them a few quick beats, before she crouched down and leaped into the air, quickly taking flight and heading straight to the location she knew the crow would head.
Once she reached said location, she landed atop a cliff high above the area, completely out of sight. After getting a good look at the new arrival, she was surprised to see that the crow had not brought one hollow, but two. One wore armor of what she could only assume was a solider. The other wore what appeared to be rags fashioned into clothing, complete with a hood that hid his face from her view.
She followed close behind the two as they both headed into the hollow infested township, not expecting much of anything from these humans. Already having the idea in her mind that their efforts would amount to nothing.
But she was again surprised when a large, red beast landed before the two. One of them fell back in fear of the beast, but the other...he stood his ground? Almost taking a stance to challenge the beast head on.
After a short pause, the beast gave a mighty roar before flying away from the two.
"YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN'T HID, ASSHOLE!." the man in rags screamed.
The woman looked on. Completely perplexed by this mans actions.
"Hmph. Foolish, human." the woman thought as she shook her head side to side and continued to observe the two.
Though as she watched on from afar, she began to grow more and more curious of the man in rags actions. She listened as he continued to laugh and make light of their situation, no matter how dire. It confounded her to no end. He laughed when they were outnumbered by a throng of hollows, when they faced off against the remnants of a silver knight, when they battled against a great demon.
Again and again, he pushed forward, telling these corny, cheesy, ridiculous jokes.
As she continued to watch, growing more focused solely on the mans actions, she began to wondered if he would ever give up. She wondered if he would ever stop telling jokes.
Did he not know how ridiculous this was?
As the thought crossed he mind, the corners of her mouth turned upward, the dimples on her cheeks appeared as her whole face showed the amusement of the moment.
The silly little human...had made her smile.
Surprised, she covered her mouth. Caught completely off guard by this brief moment of delight.
As she continued to observe the two strangers progress, new thoughts began to plague her mind.
Who was this human?
What gives him the confidence to laugh in the face of such enemies?
Could he pull that stupid hood down so that she could see his face?
But even though he had somewhat indirectly peaked her curiosity, she did not feel the need to appear before him. After all, he was already heading towards the bell. There was no need to intervene.
Once they arrived at the location, everything seemed to go from bad to worse for the mans little group. One of Seath's beast had managed to impale the man in rags and split him apart from his group. His friends, using the opportunity to move forward, made quick work of the surrounding hollows and ran into the church which held the bell, with the beast following close behind them.
Soon after, and to a bit of her surprise, the charred silver knight had returned and attacked the man while his back was turned. She watched with intrigue as the man in rags fought the creature alone. Cleverly swinging his weapon trying to find a chink in the knights defenses, with no results.
Once his stamina had been depleted entirely, the knight made his move, breaking the mans arm in a single blow. He was finished. There was no hope of him winning a battle against such a creature alone.
'Run, human." the woman silently thought. "There is no hope for you here."
But for reason she could not understand, the man did not retreat from the creature.
Keeping her orders in mind, Velka was prepared to let the man die. He was Undead after all, death held no real meaning for him. But at that moment something happened that seemed to compel her to act. As he lay crouched on one knee, the man then spoke but a few words that seemed to resonate with her very being. Striking at something deep within her.
"I was a fool to think I could save anyone."
At this, the woman's eye went wide and she found herself looking at him in a different light. This man, as he is about to be killed, does not lament on himself or scream curses at his enemy...he is remorseful that he was unable to help others.
Hesitating only for a moment, the woman raised her hand towards the man and spoke to him as an echo through his mind.
"I suppose just this once, I shall offer some assistance to you, Chosen Undead."
Then, after brief moment of surprise, the man was completely overcome by flame and hatred.
The goddess could not help but watch with a small sense of satisfaction as he made short work of the remnant, blinding it before removing one of its arms and finishing it with a powerful thrust through its chest. After all was finished, she raised her hand once more, taking back the power which she had given him. It was obvious that his body could not handle much more without it killing him.
But just as things seemed to settle down, another remnant appeared, almost completely identical to the last except for its choice of weaponry.
"What?" the woman thought with a bit of surprise as she watched events unfold.
She could not lend him power for a second time. He would no doubt be overcome by his own flames and die within seconds. This battle would be decided with his own hands.
"Um, guys...little help." the man said to his companions who stood behind a large gate.
"No." The woman thought to herself as she forced the lever to the gate to stay in place. "This encounter will decide it. If thou art truly worthy, then prove it to me now with thine own hands. Show me your conviction."
The woman was not disappointed as the human hefted his large blade onto his shoulder with a broad, defiant smile on his face and charged toward his enemy. As he struck out with his blade, the remnant deflected the blow to the side and thrust his weapon straight through the mans body. Finally, with blood pouring from his wounds, the man grabbed the remnants arm and slammed a small round object into his head causing a large and violent explosion between them, sending them both flying in opposite direction.
With neither moving from their positions on the ground, the battle had been settled.
CLAP CLAP CLAP
The woman slowly applauded the mans victory over seemingly impossible odds.
"Nicely played, human." the woman said with a smile on her face. "It may have been a bit...unorthodox, but you have triumphed. It seems that you may indeed be worth speaking to."
As she took flight, though she would never admit it to herself, the woman was somewhat excited to meet with this strange human. The anticipation of the face off caused a smile to remain upon her face that she did not bother to remove as countless question began to run through her mind.
What would he be like?
What would his reaction be once he saw her?
Would he be easy going and calm?
Or would he wary and cautious?
What would his face look like?
No matter the answer to these question, this encounter would no doubt be interesting for her. Of that, she had not doubt.
One heated conversation later...
"Well...this has certainly been an interesting experience for me. You certainly are everything I hoped you would be." She said calmly, while wanting to tear the man, whose name she now knew was Kaylen of Demacia, limb from limb. "I believe I will take my leave now."
"Aw, already?" And we were getting along so well." Kaylen mocked
She gave herself a moment of pause to reel in her anger before she spoke once more.
If there was one thing she was thankful for at that moment, it would be the fact that she could make a quick and immediate exit. She was painfully aware that, had she not been able to leave this man in an instant, a small moment of reckless abandon may have cost her a potential candidate to be the Chosen Undead.
"I hope the next time we meet, there will be less hostility between us." She said.
With that, she took off to the sky, leaving the man alone in the destroyed tower.
As she flew threw the air, she could not help but be enraged at the so-called prophets impudent actions.
"Of all the rude, disrespectful, ungrateful, insolent humans I have had the pleasure of meeting, that bastard has to be the absolute worst." Velka complained to herself. "I'm the one who saved his life and this is the thanks I get for it? I should have just left the imbecile to his fate."
Without realizing it, Velka had protested and complained about the prophet the entire way back to Anor Londo. Flying right over the city itself and heading straight to the Dukes Archive, where limitless knowledge lay ready for those strong enough to take it. Heading straight past the crystal covered hollows, who, due to the crystals implanted in their body's, remained completely docile towards her.
"I bet he's just some small village nobody. Or some wondering country bumpkin." the woman said as she walked through the hall of the archives, searching for...something. Anything to tell her who that foolish man was. But no matter how many countless sections she checked or books she tossed to the floor, she couldn't find anything holding even a scrap of such information. "Come on, there must be something here. Something to link him to someone or someplace."
Velka knew that this whole scenario was very wrong. The human had insulted her, humiliated her and outright refused her. Yet, somehow she had been plagued by thoughts of and ruled by compulsions to find out who he was.
Continuing to think on the subject, Velka searched for something, some concrete reason that could explain her recent compulsions and actions. How could a man such as him generate such reactions from her?
She was someone who took pride in her calm, calculating nature and her composed and level-headed personality only supported that. She was someone who always had her emotions under control and thought her actions through clearly, rather than giving in to impulsive or unpremeditated feelings.
However, in only a few short hours, her mind had been thrown asunder and filled with the enigma that was Kaylen of Demacia.
Her thoughts that she had during her time watching him resurfaced as she considered the fact that a lone human, who knew who she was, had dared to challenge her. No, not only challenge her, but threaten her.
Yes, she knew that his courage had gathered her attention, as well as the resolve and determination that he demonstrated against the remnant, but was that truly enough to make her abandon rationality and feel...feel? The thought completely halted her search and her train of thought.
The answer, or at least part of the answer, struck her as she realized that Kaylen of Demacia, a human, had made her, the Goddess of Sin, feel.
Velka was not in any way immune to feelings. She experienced emotions just as anyone else would. She could laugh, cry, be happy, be annoyed, but due to events and actions of the past, she had long since forgotten anything of the sort. In fact, even before all of that, she had always held a tight reign upon her feelings and emotions.
Yet that human had very easily caused her emotions to spiral out of control and into chaos.
The very thought that he managed to do this caused her to feel something that was completely foreign to her. It was something that felt akin to a sense of exhilaration, of delight?
As she continued to toss book after book aside to the ground, new questions began to escape her lips.
"Nothing. Maybe he's some traveling mercenary? Or from some far away, unknown land? I've certainly never heard of a place called Demacia, nor is it mentioned anywhere within the text." Velka thought as she continued to look through book after book after book. "Well, if there's one thing I can say, its that he's very bold for a human. Daring to confront me like that. Certainly not like any other I've met before."
As the thought crossed her mind, her eye's turned away from the book as she let the train of thought continue.
"Mouthing off to me like that. I should show him how powerful I really am, make him beg and plead on his knees for my forgiveness. Heh, heh..." Velka said with a smile and a small chuckle, finding the idea of the prophet on his knee's in front of her very amusing.
Then, after standing up and giving it some more thought, Velka began to leave the Archives. Walking out to what appeared to be a dusty, worn path. Which, due to her ability of flight, she had no plans of exploring.
There were no qualms or doubts in her mind about what she was about to do. She wanted to explore these feelings even further, find out exactly why she felt them. And she had a feeling that if she just saw the prophet once more, that she would know what it all meant.
So taking flight once more, she headed back towards the township where the first bell resided.
"That's enough, Velka." the prophets voice suddenly rang out throughout the memory.
Kaylen felt he had seen more than enough. There was no point in reliving the next memory.
After hearing his words, Velka cut her connection to his mind and let go of his face. Turning her gaze to the ground, she was unable to look him in the eye after what she had just had him witness. She had laid her sins bare and had no idea what his reaction might be. The pressure between them was getting to be impossible for her to bear.
"This is it. I have shown him my greatest shame. Could he ever accept me? Surely he understands that I did what my duty commanded me to. That if I had a choice, I would never.."
Her thoughts were suddenly halted, as she heard an angry grunt leave the prophets body. At this, her eye's widened in fear and sadness. He was angry. No, with what she just showed him, he must be infuriated with her. She had slain so many, why would she expect any other reaction? Did she think that she could somehow be forgiven? That she could somehow make up for the choices she's made? Impossible.
Preparing herself for the worst, she forced herself to lift her head and meet his eyes.
She was surprised, however, when she finally looked up at him and saw not anger, but blazing determination and an incredibly deep scowl on his lips. Her surprise grew even further when he spoke his next words in a tone that was thick with emotion.
"Velka...I'm not going to pretend I understand how things led to that or why you did any of those things. But while I try to figure it all out, I want you to know...that you will never go through anything like that again."
Velka gasped in surprise at the prophets words. Finding herself unable to look away from him as she was once again filled with an indescribable warmth.
"I don't care who's ass I have to kick or how many enemies I have to face, I will never allow you to experience such pain and grief again. I swear it." the prophet exclaimed defiantly.
Her heart was beating erratically within her. She could sense his fierce will to protect her. The feeling was more wonderful than she could describe. As his strong, unyielding eye's bore into hers, seemingly trying to convey the truth of his words, she found herself not wanting to turn away.
"He..He wishes to protect me?! Even after seeing what I had done, he would look past it all and attempt to save me from it all? The way he looks at me, I...I..."
As he continued to look in her eye's, the prophet found himself a bit confused as she continued to stare at him without saying a word.
"Um, Velka?" the prophet said. "Are you alri-mmph!"
Unable to stop herself, Velka grabbed Kaylen's face and kissed him roughly, passionately.
She poured everything she had into that kiss. She could think of no other response as the man with the purest soul she had ever encountered had just earnestly swore to protect her. Even after witnessing her greatest sin, even though he knew little about her, he still cared about protecting..."Me." The beautiful goddess felt her body, seemingly of its own accord, press closely to his as she deepened the kiss.
Needless to say, the prophet was beyond shocked by this, and his mind, or more specifically his body, was on overload at what she was doing. This unbelievably beautiful woman was kissing him as if she wanted nothing more in the world and growing much more intimate with him by the second.
Breaking the kiss before things could go even further, the prophet could practically see the desire in her eye's and felt that a part of him... somewhat liked the look she was giving him. He knew he had to come up with a way to get away quickly or he may end doing something he might regret later.
"Um..I'd really love to stick around but I, uh, kind of have an Undead Dragon to fight." the prophet said as he blushed madly. "So I should really be on my way."
Turning away from the goddess, the prophet began to continue to walk along the path the would lead him to said creature. But was stopped in his tracks when the goddess spoke her next words.
"A dragon, eh?" Velka said with a smirk, halfway paying attention and halfway thinking of how badly she wanted to throw him to ground and show him something more vicious than any dragon. "And what plan do you have to confront such a beast?"
"Well, its not so much a plan, its more like a string of idea's that'll hopefully end with dragon being dead and me being somewhat less dead." the prophet joked.
At his words, Velka began to laugh softly. The laughter was admittedly one of the most beautiful sounds the prophet had ever heard, as well as seeing the smile upon the goddesses face. Unable to help himself, the prophet returned the smile.
"Sounds like quite the intriguing sight. Shall we be on our way then?" Velka said as she walked forward toward the prophet, ready to continue along the path that he was going to take.
"Yeah, that sounds like a good-" the prophet started before something Velka said suddenly struck him. "Wait.. did you just say we?"
"Of course." Velka said with a smile. "I wish to examine your abilities a bit more. And I believe I could show you a thing or two about real pyromancy while I'm here. It should be quite the fun little excursion."
With that, Velka continued along the path ahead of the prophet.
"B-B-But Velka that's really not necessary. I have it all completely under control." the prophet said to Velka, who didn't break her stride in the slightest. "Velka, I mean it, you don't have to come. Velka...Velka..?"
But It didn't matter how many times he called her name. For she was already lost in her own thoughts, thinking of how much fun they would have with one another.
The path becomes more and more convoluted. With this new development, what more awaits the prophet?
How will he deal with the Undead Dragon?
What does he feel for the Goddess?
Will he be able to rescue Reah and her allies?
Find out next time on Dark Souls: Derp Edition
Hold thine hands from that review button, dear reader. I've got a few things to address.
Firstly, dang it, I just dig myself even deeper in the love interest hole.
Secondly, I know I promised a new spell in this chapter, but things turned to things and I couldn't really figure out a way to have the prophet get one without it seeming all Deus Ex Machina. This way, with Velka going with him, it leaves a lot more room for imagination. So consider the next chapter open season guys. Send me a few spell Idea to take down that dragon, just remember that the prophet is still learning how powerful he is, so don't make it to godlike just yet.
Thirdly, I hope you guys liked that little foreshadowing of Gwyndolins strength. There's won't be no zig zagging past arrows and spells in my FanFic. The guys is the son of Gwyn, so he's gonna get the power and abilities to fight as such.
And lastly, Yes, I know that Velka is a rouge Goddess whose power is said to be almost on par with Gwyn's. Why is she taking orders from Gwyndolin? That in and of itself is a story guys and I plan to get to its in later chapters.
Alight guys, tell me what you thought of this chapter. Did my luck finally run out or did I do a pretty good job? I'm always looking for constructive criticism and looking to improve myself. And as always, your opinions have a huge effect on how this story will play out, so don't be shy.
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