ITS DONE!
Through great patience and writing I have finished the next chapter of this story.
I had to take careful consideration about what I was going to do with this chapter, but goddammit I did it, bro's. Also, I'll give acknowledgements on who's idea's I used at the end of the chapter. Wanna give props to all the guys who helped make this chapter possible.
Comments that caught my attention
TheGuyThatDies- I can totally see Velka being turned on by his fighting and trying to fuck Kaylen after the dragon dies
My Response- You know, I didn't plan on doing something like this in this chapter. But you pretty much got the idea stuck in my head. So the last part of this chapter is was only because you brought it up, bro. Hope you enjoy it.
Guest- Actually who said that the spells have to be serious or have an instant effect you did tag it as humor after all. they can be bizarre in that, oh I don't know it makes a bald man grow pink hair then that pink hair start's attacking him or something (though if you want bizarre just check out the Jojo anime and manga). Or let's say that you hit someone with a basic spell arrow thing. lets say that it doesn't do much, well that might be because the spell is set on a timer and when time runs out...BOOM. or you could simply set it off at anytime of your choosing. And no I am not high while writing this... i think.
My Response-
Fools Dance
In an attempt to gain power, a prophet created this spell by mere chance.
Perform a ridiculous string of movements that will make your enemy doubt their current mental state. Will confuse even the strongest of minds for a few seconds.
What idiot with attempt to use this in actual combat?
You have noooo idea how close this came to becoming an actual part of this story, bro. Literally, this almost became a thing.
Betoran- I... shit. Why must you play with my feelings like this? On one hand. I want the ship with the firekeeper in it to sail... but on the other. Now I want Valka's ship to sail. Damn it all. This is impossible. Sure, the harem route is there but I cannot see how you will make it work. But, ugh. The not knowing what happen next is what makes a story... a good story. No, this is an awesome story that I just fucking found. Man, now I NEED to see what happens next. Shit goes down and the time winey stuff is getting really messed up. Anymore and Manus may just decide to make his appearance early or... well. Many more things. Waiting for the Mushrooms as said in the description!
P.S. Fucking awesome story.
My Response- Aw, thanks, bro. Glad you're enjoying the story so far. Hopefully I can keep up the good work with all this.
Guest- can you give him the ability to fly. like dragon ball super style of flying or would that wreck the story? but hey i just want to see cool airborne battles in dark souls for a change instead of the regular dodge, run, roll and circle each other like idiots for hours. i think that would be pretty cool with Kalamet actually. A skywards fight with a dragon that not even mighty Anor londo would fuck with. shit that sounds awesome! Also seeing as this is a story not a video game you can make it even more awesome! please do this please!
My Response- The Prophet will grow stronger with time, but I still want try to keep him as human as I can. He's always going to have limitations as a person, so I don't think I'll be giving him the power to fly. But airborne battles...I'll hold judgement for that one considering their are plenty of fly happy enemies. But I can't promise anything, bro.
Guest (For the sake of keeping this brief, I shortened this one, but I do enjoy readying though out reviews like this one.)- Though with all this growth I gotta ask if at the very end of it all, Kaylen can still call himself human. Transcending virtually all human limitation and stepping into a world of power that pretty much no normal human from our world can even begin to imagine or empathize properly with. Not that that's a bad thing mind you, cause let's say the curse is broken and humans start ageing as they should. this can open up a happily every after with Velka, after levelling up his vitality and stamina (suggestive eyebrow raising's while "Let's get it on" by Marvin Gaye plays in the background) to an absolutely ridiculous degree making him effectively immortal or something beyond mere immortality.
My Response- You pretty much hit the nail on the head with this on, bro. That's the direction I plan to head with Kaylen. He's going to grow far stronger than he is now and the question of whether or not can he truly call himself human will be a topic of discussion in the story. But we got a bit of a ways to go before he reaches that point.
Alright, that's enough stalling. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter of the story.
Warning: Despite the title, this chapter does not include a Dragonborn-Prophet team up.
"Finally." the prophet said as he rounded a corner and his eye's fell upon a large, decaying form. "It took me way to long to reach this thing."
The beast body dwarfed his own. Its flesh was discolored and rotting, yet somehow still maintained its astounding muscular build. Even with it missing its lower half and hanging pitifully against the edge of the cliffside, it was easy for both the prophet and the goddess to see that in its prime, this was a monster to be feared.
"Hmm. So this is one of the legendary dragons of old?" Velka said.
"Well, its only half of it, but yeah, this is a dragon." the prophet responded, his eye's never leaving the beast. "And I'm gonna kick its ass."
"And what makes you think you can kill a dragon?" the goddess asked with a smirk.
"Simple. Without its scales, this dragons greatest weakness is fire. And since I am a pyromancer, that makes me its natural enemy." the prophet explained. "Hopefully, that'll be enough."
"Prophet, that's not much of a plan." Velka said
"No real way to plan around this. Brute force is the only way I'm going to take this thing down." the prophet said. "So if there's anything you want to tell me about pyromancy, now's the time."
At this, Velka put a thumb to her chin in thought for a moment, before speaking once again.
"Right then. Before I can help, tell me what you already know of pyromancy." The goddess exclaimed. "Since you seem to be in a hurry, it would save time if you inform me of what you already know."
"What I know about Pyromancy?" the prophet said out loud to himself as he let his mind wander.
FWOOSH
Gathering all the information he could, the prophet set his hand ablaze and held gazed upon the flickering flame, feeling that it somehow let him think on the matter better.
"Well, honestly my knowledge doesn't extend very far. I've mostly been using it based off natural instinct. But I do get the feeling that its somehow connected directly to my emotional state." the prophet explained. "Back in Firelink Shrine, a man named Petrus came after a friend of mine named Anastacia. When that happened, I felt my anger spike like crazy and my pyromancy responded in kind. It felt like my rage...overwhelmed me. I didn't want to just protect her anymore. I wanted to kill him and burn his corpse to ashes. Its a good thing she stopped me before anything happened."
Velka nodded her head at his very intuitive reasoning.
"Well, you are very much on the right track, but still incorrect. Pyromancy is not linked to your emotions, it is raw emotion given form. Channeling everything from compassion and willpower to rage and despair, and turning it into a powerful and natural weapon." Velka explained. "Though I suspect that you may be a unique case."
"What makes you say that?" the prophet asked.
"For one, I have never heard of someone's pyromancy reacting in a way that it nearly overcomes them. As it is an extension of your own will, it should be impossible for it to become so potent as to make you lose your sense of self, even momentarily." Velka explained interested look on her face.
"There I go doing the impossible again. I really gotta learn to cut that out." the prophet joked casually. "Anyway, how does knowing any of this help me? I'm not saying my pyromancy hasn't been useful, but my sword has gotten me through the rest of my fights well enough."
"Heh, heh, for you to say that so confidently, thou must truly be a greenhorn in the ways of pyromancy." Velka chuckled, somewhat confusing the prophet. "The might of steel could never be a match for the overwhelming power of flame."
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" the prophet asked with a bewildered look on his face.
"It means that you have yet to fully comprehend your own abilities. Your weapons are a tool, but you are so much more. And its time you started realizing it." Velka said. "During this battle, I will offer you the use of the Power Within spell. It should be of great use against such a beast."
"Not to sound ungrateful, but how will the power within help me in this fight?" the prophet asked. "Losing myself to my anger doesn't seem like the best idea."
"Quite the contrary. Embracing your anger may just be what you need." the goddess explained. "But more importantly, do you honestly believe that the spell is nothing more than me making you lose your temper?"
"Well, besides giving me a boost in endurance and a slight damage output increase, isn't that all it really does?" the prophet asked.
"Very astute. But those effects only applies to its normal use, when it is self inflicted. The way I use it deviates from this standard. Making the power output far more formidable."
This bit of information caught the prophets attention. He knew that the spell was meant to be used on one's self and understood that she somehow managed to use it on another person, but he didn't think that had she altered it in some way that would make it more powerful. With this new information in mind, he began to wonder if it would be possible for him to use the same tactics she did to try and alter his own abilities or at least help him understand how had altered them before.
"And what do you do that makes your form stronger than the original?" the prophet asked.
"To explain that would take time, prophet. Time, which by the look of the hurry you're in, you do not seem to have at the moment." Velka stated. "But to put it in terms you'll understand, the original form of this spell causes the user to increase their own abilities at the cost of their own flesh, but is completely bound by human limitations. Through a bit of practice and study, I have managed to push the boundaries of those limits."
"Okay, I'm no pyro-genius or whatever, but forcibly pushing someone beyond their own capabilities sounds dangerous." the prophet said. "How would you even do something like that?"
"As I said, there is no time to go into specifics." Velka said. "Just think of it as me giving you a bit of my power to kindle your own. Use it to it fullest potential and you will find your pyromancy will have a bit more kick to it."
Though the topic of how she managed to alter a spell in some way very much still intrigued him, the prophet knew that she was right in saying that there was no time. Reah and the others already had a long head start ahead of him and he had wasted enough of what he had already.
He needed to start and finish this quickly.
"Well, let get this started." the prophet said as he started to approach the hulking mass of rotting flesh and muscle. "This thing might be on its death bed, but its still dangerous, Velka. Get somewhere where it can't reach you and wait for my signal to use the spell on me."
At this, Velka gave the prophet a questioning look of concern.
"Get somewhere it can't reach me? Do you not wish for my aid?" the goddess asked
SHING
Grabbing the Zweihander his satchel and hefting it on his shoulder with a slight grunt, the prophet spoke in a calm and level headed tone.
"No thanks. Its better if I did this alone." the prophet said. "This way I won't have to worry if anyone else gets hurt and can focus solely on fighting him. Besides, I already know its tactics and its weaknesses. This shouldn't take me long."
Velka found her mind was in sever conflict at this. While she thought it was sweet-very naïve, but sweet of the prophet to worry about her safety and well being, she found herself having to hold back from interfering in this battle. Though she knew the prophet had pulled though difficult odds before, this time he was facing something much greater than himself. But as she watched him stride forward unperturbed by the monster in front of him, goddess a gave a slight smirk and a sigh.
"You know, I wish you would put half the concern you have for others towards you own well being, prophet." Velka said with a smirk. Knowing that his will to protect others was a prominent part of his personality. Which, despite her words, was one she liked.
"And I wish I didn't have to fight a dragon just to save a few idiots." the prophet commented. "But that just ain't the way the cookie crumbles."
At this, the goddess gave a shake of her head before spreading, giving a few beats and flying straight upwards. Landing a bit overhead and standing on the edge of the cliff overlooking the dragon, more than ready to see what the battle that was about to unfold.
"And its not even a good sword. Its a freaking scrub weapon. I'd be a hell of a lot more motivated if it was a Black Knights sword or something. Speaking of which, I killed two of those bastards and didn't get a single item drop? How is that fair?"
Though it may not have appeared so, in truth, the prophet was rabbling on like this to distract himself from the monstrosity he was approaching. It was more than a little nerve racking to walk towards a creature who, for all intents and purposes, appeared to be dead, with the knowledge that it was only laying in wait for its prey. As he walked past its enormous, limp clawed hand and moved straight for its unmoving head, he began to wonder if it would suddenly decided to strike out and end him right then and there. Lucky for him, nothing of the sort happened.
He could see the Astora's Straight Sword next to a corpse nestled between its right arm and what he guessed was the Dragon Crest Shield nestled between its left. He knew that trying to make a move for either would only cause the dragon to awaken and become hostile. He held the advantage of the first strike and wouldn't be throwing it away doing something as stupid as that.
"Alright, lets get this thing going." the prophet said as he grabbed his weapon with both hands. "RISE AND SHINE, BUDDY!"
SHLICK
As he thrusted his blade directly into the beast right eye, what the prophet could only believe was blood splashed on his face. With that first attack, he had effectively blinded its right side and created a large weakness he could exploit.
After a mere breath after his attack, the dragons body sprang to life with a deafening roar. From practiced memory, the prophet knew immediately what it would do next.
"Alright. This things attacks are slow and predictable. But its strength and health was incredibly large. One hit from those claws and I'm done. If I don't stay in one place to long, I should be able to wear it down and kill it." the prophet planned as the dragon raised itself up from the ground. "Its going to attack with its fangs first. Dodge it and counter attack."
Starting defiantly at the towering monster before him, the prophet did what he did best.
"Alright, you overgrown gecko! I've slaughter every foe whose stood in my way so far. Prepare to leave this mortal coil and join the rest of your race. This undead warrior is about to end your pathetic life...If you can even call this a life! I mean really, you're just kinda laying here all day. Just because you don't have legs doesn't mean you can't go out for a nice walk every once in a while, ya bum. I mean seriously, you should be more like Kalameet, now that guys a real dragon. You know what, out of pity, if you give up now and let me take the sword, I'll let you keep your other eye."
Not amused in the slightest by this insects words, the dragon, as the prophet predicted, opened its jaws wide and lunged forward. As soon as he saw its flesh ridden teeth, the prophet began running to his right. Just before it jaws could snap close and rip his body in two, he dived forward, narrowly dodging its fangs. Then, after getting to his feet as quickly as he could, he ran forward and swung at the beast exposed throat.
RAAAAAAAGH
The dragon raised its head and roared loudly in pain as a discolored, dark purple liquid poured from its wound. But the prophet could tell that though the wound may have hurt, it was not going to be fatal.
After regaining itself from the pain, the dragon snarled menacingly and the man in front of it, before it began to drool a dark liquid from its mouth.
Knowing what it was preparing to do, the prophet prepared himself as the beast made a disgusting gurgling sound from deep within its throat, before spewing toxic sludge over the area directly in front of itself. Expecting this attack, the prophet dived backward just out of reach of the disgusting muck and rolled to his feet.
"I, I'm sorry...did you, did you just blow actual crap out of your mouth at my face? What was that even supposed to do? You, sir are an ass." the prophet mocked.
At this the dragon swiped one of it claws at the prophet, which he saw coming from a mile away and dodged easily.
Feeling that he had now gotten a feel for its movements and thinking that it would be far to slow to attack him once more, the prophet charged forward with his blade primed for an attack. This brash action would cost him however, as the creatures right claw suddenly raised from the ground.
As he watched the monsters claws come crashing down on him, making small shockwaves along the ground as it did, the prophet stopped in his tracks and raised his blade in front of his body, hoping to negate as much of the attack as possible.
Hitting his body with more than enough force to knock him off his feet and force the wind from his body, the prophet was sent flying backward and landed on the ground with a hard thud.
"Argh...Gah...Dammit." the prophet choked out as he suddenly felt as if his weapon had suddenly become lighter. Taking a quick glance, he saw that the Zweihander had been broken a little further above the hilt. "Great. Plan B it is then."
FWOOSH
Quickly switching tactics, the prophet called on his pyromancy and summoned a fireball in each hand.
"VELKA, NOW!"
Knowing what he was asking of her, the goddess quickly raised her hand, summoning her own dark flames. After a moment, the prophets body became enveloped in fire, his anger began to rise and his pyromancy immediately grew in intensity, trailing further along his wrist.
Velka could feel his unnatural synergy with his pyromancy, even from the distance she was from him.
"Good, Prophet. Your energy is beginning to swell." Velka said to him telepathically. "Now take your anger and feed off of it. Use it to tap your tremendous power."
Barely hearing this through the rage and pain that was flowing through his body, the prophet gave a heavy growl before throwing both fireballs at the beast, one after the other.
BOOSH BOOSH BOOSH
ROOOAAARR
As the flame scorched its flesh, the dragon recoiled away, before raising its hand once again and sent it to crush the nuisance in front of it.
More than ready for this, the prophet dived off to the side with a roll, quickly regaining his footing, before send another volley of fireballs towards the dragon. Each one hitting their mark, but never seeming to do anything more that slightly burn the dragons flesh and antagonize it into attacking with is claws once more.
For some time, this cycle of dodging and attack continued again and again with the prophet hoping that his constant assault would begin to were the beast down. But as his breath began to grow heavy and his movement became increasingly strenuous and sluggish, he realized that this wasn't going to work.
"Huff...Huff...Grrr, DAME YOU!" the prophet screamed angrily as he threw another fireball at his foe.
BOOSH
The attack hit its mark dead on, exploding right on the dragons face. Only this time the beast didn't even flinch from the blow, instead choosing to snarl angrily. As if it was dealing with a very annoying mosquito who had more than overstayed its welcome.
Seeing this, the prophets frustration grew to new heights.
"Dammit. Its too strong. While I've been getting weaker, this things barley taken any damage at all." the prophet to himself through all the pain and exhaustion he felt.
But he wasn't the only one frustrated by all of this. As she watch all of this unfold, Velka could hardly stand to see the man she cared for so very nearly broken. She knew she could handle this beast if she so chose too, but the feeling that something lay dormant inside the prophet waiting to be released stayed her hand. But as she clenched her fist tightly, she realized that she was very nearly reaching the limit of how much she could stand to watch...
As the rotting beast watched the man in front of it breath heavily, it decided to raise its claws to attack once more. Seeing the attack coming from a mile away, the prophet readied himself to dodge it once more.
Watching the dragons attack rush towards him with terrifying force and speed, the prophet knew that even if he might struggle to do so, he still had the strength to get out of the way in time.
At least that's what he thought until...
BUM-BUMP
It was a single heartbeat. Just a single heartbeat of pain that froze his body in place. That small instance of delayed action was more than enough time for the monster attack to strike the prophets form full force. Leaving him only enough time for a sharp gasp before the unstoppable force collided with his body, sending him flying backward before slamming into the rocky wall with a sickening crunch.
Velka's eye's went wide as she saw his body go flying, fearing the worst had just happened and she did nothing to prevent it.
"PROPHET!" Velka screamed.
As his body crashed into the wall, the prophets mouth gritted shut with a look of pure, white pain. His mind going numb from the shock of it all, his body teetered forward, going limp and falling to the ground...
STOMP
Just before his form could hit the dirt, the prophets left leg shot forward and supported his devastated form. Stubbornly, he refused to allow himself fall down and die.
"...argh..uggh...AGAK!" the prophet retched as he choked out blood from his mouth. Only after a moment more did a trail of red descend down his forehead, emphasizing how much damage his body truly took.
"Prophet, stop! You cannot win!" Velka told Kaylen telepathically as she spread her wings, ready to come to his aid. "I will-"
"STAY BACK!" the prophet shouted in his mind as loud as he could.
Velka couldn't understand what he expected to do I his condition. He had no hope of victory.
"You have experienced the vast difference in strength. Do you honestly think you still have a chance to defeat this creature?" Velka challenged, outraged at the prophets behavior.
His body was growing worse by the second. His vision was beginning to grow blurry, the flames continued to mercilessly eat away at his flesh, every breath he took felt like horrible agony in his chest. The fact that he was standing at all was a miracle. But at that moment, even with all he was suffering, the only thing he could think of was his friends. Those close to him, everything they had been through and everything they would suffer if he wasn't there for them.
He saw Oscar sitting on his death bed, giving a few guttered breath before giving in to death. He saw Solaire standing on the balcony gazing upon the sun with such admiration, never knowing that his fate would lead him down the darkest path of them all. Siegmeyer waiting ever so patiently, never knowing his death would come at the hands of his own daughter.
But the one thing that spurred him on the furthest, the one thing that set his hart ablaze was the thought of Anastacia, sitting alone, crying in her cell.
He couldn't stand for this. He would not let any of them suffer.
"Difference in power...doesn't matter to me at all.." the prophet thought intensely as he gritted his teeth. Something was building in him, growing further and further as he realized his own weakness. It was felt by all, even the beast could feel that something was changing. "...I'll keep fighting...I promised...I will..."
At this point, the feeling had even caused the goddess of sin herself to begin feeling somewhat uneasy. It was as if something was being carried across the wind, warning her of the danger that has yet to come.
"Something coming." Velka thought to herself eerily.
As his hatred flowed through his body, the Prophet could feel himself losing control. Until it felt as if he was drowning, being overtaken by his own fury.
Clenching his teeth and his fist as hard as he could, the prophets mind and his body suddenly went stiff and numb. Searing pain and agony shot through him until it felt as if hot lead was being poured over his flesh.
"Grr...I will...I will..." the prophet snarled madly as he clenched his fist so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh. Not that that minor pain mattered with the torment he was already experiencing. "...I WILL PROTECT THEM!"
FWOOOOOOSH
Velka watch on with worry and awe as the flames around the prophets body began to grow and encompass his body further and further, but what truly concerned her was the fact that the flames now held large wisp of black within it. The sight of that grim darkness mixed in with the prophet natural flame sent a shiver down her spine.
"What is this?" the goddess thought to herself. "His pyromancy, its..changing?"
SHOOOOOSH
Before she could think on it further, the flames around the prophet body grew even further, with the dark wisp becoming much more prominent and wild.
The ragged hood he wore hide the prophets face as it contorted in an all consuming anger; His nostrils flared as his breathing came in deep breaths, his eye's flashing and closing into slits, his mouth quivering and baring his teeth like a mad dog.
Then a singular distinctive abnormality suddenly attracted the goddesses attention. It seemed like nothing at first, but as she focused on his form more closely she noticed an abnormal shimmer seemed to radiate around him. As she looked on trying to think what this oddity might be, it seemed as though parts of the prophets body were moving in and out of her visibility.
The dragon, unwilling stand this farce of a battle any further, regained its imposing stature and prepared to finish this insect. Bringing its head back and turning it sideways, it lunged forward with a ravenous hunger, aiming to rip his body from his torso. But when its maw clamped close around the mans body, it was surprised to feel nothing but air.
"That's not possible!" Velka said in shock.
The prophet had vanished. Or it would be more accurate to say that his body faded away completely just as the dragons teeth snap around him. Quickly searching the area for him, she saw that he now stood with both hands placed on the dragons skull as it was extended foward.
BOOM
An explosion of black and yellow flame erupted directly on the beast head, sending it reeling back as black flames lingered over it flash, burning it to the bone.
"Huff...Huff...Grrr, one more..." the prophet growled through ragged breath, his flesh charred heavily as the flames continued consume him. Any second now and was going to drop dead. But he didn't care. If he was going to die then he was going to drag this damn monster down with him.
Hands shaking...blood boiling...every synapse of his infected mind urging him to strike out, kill and destroy whatever he could, the prophet gathered all the strength he had into his right hand, summoning a single large sphere of black and red flame..
"I'm going to burn you to dust and throw you to the wind." the prophet said with the sphere of flame held at his side.
Now prepared to deliver the decisive blow, the prophet charged forward towards the beast and slammed his hand to the ground directly in front of it.
As soon as the essence of his will touched the earth, it was as if the gates of hell itself had opened as the ground seemed to glow bright and a massive pillar of flame erupted around his body consuming him completely. The dragon screamed in pain as its flesh was incinerated and burned away, its only escape being to release its hold on the Cliffside and fall to it death.
Velka had raise her arm to block the massive wave of heat that erupted from the explosion. As the dust settled, she saw the prophets unmoving body crouched in front of the dragon, who's head and frontal form were burned to a point were most of its bones were now visible and smoked emanated from its enormous mass.
And then the unthinkable happened...
GRRR
With a low, beastly growl, the dragons body slowly began to rise once more. Even with its flesh burned to the bone and all the damage it had suffered, the creature had still managed to survive.
Tracking its gaze, Velka's blood felt like ice water as she saw the prophets crumpled form. After a long moment, when he still had not moved from his crouched position, the scent of blood and burnt flesh reached her nose. Instantly, her mind became a massive contradiction of hatred and hostility.
"If my prophet is dead, I will rip that atrocity to pieces. Slowly. Painfully. I will use my bare hands to destroy it in the most excruciating manner possible."
At that moment, the dragon raised its hand, prepared to crush the prophets body.
Without another word, Velka dived off the side of the precipice she stood on, flexed her wings wide and, just barely dodging the beast clawed hand, grabbed the prophets body right from under its grasp.
As his limp form was a bit much for her to carry, the goddess had to settle for carrying him back towards the wall directly behind them, as far from the beast as she could take him. Quickly examining his body, she was glad to see his chest slowly rising and lowering. The prophet, though bloody, beaten and burned, was alive.
"R...un...Velka..." the prophet said in a hoarse voice, unable to move a single muscle. "...w-wasn't...enough..forget about m-..me.."
Velka's heart crumbled at hearing this. Even with his body in complete shambles, he was still worried about whether she would be harmed or not. However, this sadness soon turned to overwhelming anger as her mind turned toward the creature who did this to him. She was going to make this beast suffer.
As the dragon suddenly roared loudly, Velka reached out and spoke a few word to the prophets mind.
"Rest easy now, prophet. You have fought well, but I shall take things from here."
Not waiting for him to give a response, Velka laid the prophet against the rock wall and turned back to the now scarred beast of legend and spoke in a threatening monotone.
"Now, foolish monstrosity, allow me to show you what happens when you lay hands on my prophet."
Burned halfway to death, the last thing the prophet saw as his vision began to fade and his eyelids began to fall was toxic sludge drooling from the dragons mouth and flames as dark as night ignite in both Velka's hands.
And that was the last he knew of consciousness.
After some time...
It really was a beautiful day.
She had checked his vitals earlier, after that small nuisance had been taken care of, and found that though he had slipped into unconsciousness, the prophet was still not dead. Which was nice. Once she had done that, she had taken his flask of that golden liquid, Estus she believed it was called, and used the entire bottle to heal his wounds.
As she watched his wounds heal, she bit her lip, feeling a bit guilty for not aiding him sooner, even if he told her not to do so. But that guilt was soon overtaken by joy. He had gained a power that was far beyond any human before him. He held flames that were similar in likeness to her own, but more impressively, he had manifest his own kind of illusion. Something that should be impossible for a human to accomplish and yet somehow, someway, he's managed to do it.
The goddess grinned widely like a school girl on a cheery day as this thought crossed her mind. She look upon his relaxed, sleeping form as he lay with his back against the rocky wall. Not knowing what to do next, her heart began beating like a drum. Watching his chest rise and fall with each breath, she was finding it hard to breathe herself. The thought crossed her mind that he had gone through all this trouble of fighting the dragon alone, just so she would remain safe.
She slapped her head "Idiot, you should have helped him regardless, even if he did not want you too...well...what do I do now?" She cooed, her cheeks blushed.
She took nervous steps towards his comatose body, her fingers pressed to her lips like a shy child. She crouched in front of him, her face inches from his. She wanted to wake him, but she also wanted to just watch him cutely sleep, the suspense was killing her. She leaned in, pursing her lips together and thinly blowing onto his face, his eye's twitched and he muttered in his daze. She giggled warmly, blowing on his nose and laughing when he drunkenly moved his hand to slap away the annoyance.
Timidly, she moved her fingers over his cheeks, poking and pulling them as if he were and adorable cherub. She smiled warmly, her entire face blushed a shallow red, she was enjoying herself, she liked the idea of the prophet being her little play thing, but what she felt for him was so much more than that. She wanted physical things from him, yes, but she also desperately wanted a fulfillment to the emotions that griped her soul. She bit her lip, she wanted to do so many things to him while he lay there. She started to give in to temptations now, she may never get a chance like this again!
She leaned in taking in the scent of his hair, it smelt like fresh pine. She timidly ran her hands across his cheek. Her breathing growing heavier by the second, this encounter was driving her mad, she could not hold back, her insides were on fire and felt like they were going to melt. She nuzzled closer to him and ever so slowly, placed a kiss on his lips. It was fiery, yet passionate. Filled with her hunger for him and yet also filled with her care. She exhaled a shaky breath, and then pulled back, trying her best to maintain her self control. Her heart was skipping along one hundred beats. Her hands trembled and her lips quivered with a seduced smile of pure ecstasy.
"I...If only he were awake..." Velka sighed.
Her eye's lingered on his body for a moment. She lusted for the prophet. She wanted him pull her into his arms and ravage her body to his hearts content, doing all the painful and pleasurable things that every woman dreamed of. She took another shaky breath, hoping that it would steady her quaking hands, it did to a degree. She had calmed herself down now, but felt somewhat embarrassed and also pleased about doing that to him while he slept. It was a dirty dirty thing to do, but she liked that greatly.
The prophet suddenly groaned and struggled to get up.
"Uggggh, my everything hurts." he grumbled.
Velka felt her heart leap, likewise she leap forward. Nearly jumping onto the prophet, her arms folding around him and her breast pressing against him as he was forced onto the rocky wall. His eye's went wide with surprise, one moment he was on the edge of death, watching as she was about to fight the dragon alone, the next he was awake with her hugging him with a bright smile on her face.
"Prophet!" Velka laughed over joyed.
He went red in the face as he felt her body press against his.
"V-Vel?" he said as he gawked openly. "What's going on?"
Pulling back, she bit her lip and took in the embarrassed and confused look on his face.
"Prophet, I was so worried about you."
The prophet, after regaining his senses, immediately went back to the situation at hand. Examining his surroundings, he found that the dragon was completely missing from its perch. In fact, he was shocked to find that the only thing that remained at the edge of the cliff now was what appeared to be a very bloodied patch of earth and an enormous severed, clawed hand.
"Um, Velka...what happened to the dra-?"
Suddenly pain flared across the prophets face, nearly knocking him sideways. As he clutched his burning cheek, he watched as Velka gaze upon him with a dark expression across her face.
"Never mind that! A more important question would be what the hell did you think you were doing back there?" Velka reprimanded. "Did you think it wise to face such a creature head on? Do you wish to be killed, you complete imbecile? Because that is what is going to happen if continue to behave to carelessly as you have now. And what were those abilities you displayed? You've got a hell of a lot that you need to explain."
The word abilities shocked the prophets mind back to all that he had done during his battle. Not wasting a second, he look downward towards his hand and examined himself to find an answer.
Raging storm
Created by a prophet who sought the strength to protect those dear to him.
Unleash a pillar of flame to decimate everything in your immediate area. Strong enough to nearly kill a dragon, this ability is not to be underestimate. But as its range is very limited and its use causes intense fatigue, it would be unwise to use this power carelessly. Lest you leave yourself open to attack.
Be warned: Fire burns all without distinction or mercy, if this attack is used near an ally do not expect them to walk away unscathed.
Having an ability that could harm all those around him somehow made the prophet feel a bit uneasy. But before he could process this information further, the description changed into another.
Mirage
Beware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance.
A far cry of the illusions used by the Dark Sun himself, this pyromancy allows one to create a decoy of themselves to distract their foes. Useful for buying enough time to find a weak spot on an enemy. But know that these decoys are based on sight alone and have no effect on any other senses and no physical presence.
At its core, this power is nothing more than smoke and mirrors. Any true warrior of the sword will be able to see through this deception.
This information caused the prophet to furry his brow in confusion. He wasn't one to simply accept that power like this simply came without some sort of expense.
"What the hell? This doesn't make any sense. I'm just a normal human, how can I suddenly have power even remotely close to that of a gods?" the prophet questioned.
As if in response to his questioning, the description he saw changed into another once more.
Tainted Pyromancy
Created by a prophet who sought the strength to protect those dear to him.
As deadly as it is costly, this inhuman power will boost any and all pyromancy, granting you unmatched destructive power and then leaving you completely vulnerable.
Born from a link with the goddess of sin herself, these tainted flames allow a human to wield the power of a god and holds untold power. But one could never hope to achieve it with hatred alone.
Seeing this, the prophet sighed internally as he remembered Velka's explanation for how she could use the Power within spell on another person.
"Born from a link with the goddess of sin herself...so I took the small power she used to boost my own and I evolved it something completely unique." the prophet mused. "Not only that, it almost seems to hint at something further beyond it."
As he thought this, the prophet knew that he was in no mood to try and analyze this any further. He was already mentally exhausted and knew that answers on his newfound powers would not come instantly, and with each answer it was likely that two more questions would take its place. He'd rather just deal with it later.
Turning his attention back towards the goddess in front of him. He knew that, though she may have seemed like she was a bit angry with him right now, her words were all out of concern for his safety.
"Sorry, Velka. I had hope that things would play out a little smoother than that. I hope you'll be able to forgive me.." the prophet said in a proper tone, he thought she might like this. But in reality, he just really didn't want to get slapped again.
The goddess raised an eyebrow in surprise, not expecting a response like that, before giving a small laugh, her hand covering a wide smirk.
"Oh prophet, you know I can't stay mad at you for long...however..."
Kaylen didn't like the sound of that.
"Uh...however?"
She was on him in seconds, her hand around his throat and her thighs curved around his stomach as she sat atop him. The prophet cried out in surprise, but this only seemed to excite Velka more. Making herself comfortable on top of him, she leaned in and whispered into his ear.
"I'm going to make sure you pay for causing me so much worry." she whispered soothingly.
The prophet felt his face flush. He had said literally three sentences, how the hell did things turn into this? Trying his best to look casual while doing so, the prophet glanced downward for a split second, hoping to high heaven that she didn't notice his obvious arousal. But the way her smile suddenly widened told him that she was very much aware.
"uuhhh, L-Look Velka, lets just stop and talk this over for a second, okay? How's your day been..Uhh.." the prophet said, trying to piece together a sentence.
"I refuse!" Velka said, putting her spare hand under his tattered robe, exploring and caressing his male upper territory.
The prophet blushed even further, his body was enjoying what she was doing to him, but his honor must be kept intact.
"C-Come on. I mean, we haven't even gone on a date or anything like that. I mean we should really get to know each other better before doing, uh, something like this." the prophet stuttered.
The excuse was a good one, but it was lined with truth. He really did want to know her better, he really wanted to find out more about who she really was. But truly, when he asked it in this instance, it was only meant to gain him a bit of time to think of a better excuse. He had expected a quick response of how she would refuse to do anything of the sort, but was yet again surprised with how casual her response came.
She only needed a moment of pause to think his words over, before her smile changed from one of mischief to one of bright cheer.
"Why, prophet, art thou asking to court me for an evening?" Velka asked teasingly.
"W-Wait, what?" the prophet stuttered, not thinking that she might actually agree to something like this. "I-I mean, heh, that's a good joke, Velka."
"Who's joking?" the goddess asked with a look of annoyance.
Seeing this, the prophet actually sweat dropped as he put on the most convincing smile he could.
"W-Wait. You were serious? I kinda thought you were only-"
Not allowing him to get another word, Velka lightly increased her grip on his throat and brought her face close to his.
"Then let me be clear." Velka said in a menacing tone, her eye's glowing in a demonic fashion. "I grow weary of waiting to take what is mine. So once whatever business you are partaking in is done, you will escort me somewhere where we can be alone with one another. It will be a magical evening. And we will thoroughly enjoy each other company. Any questions?"
Seeing the dangerous look in her eye's and seeing the severed dragon hand behind her, the prophet sure as hell wasn't about to try and argue.
"N-Nope, sounds good to me, no complaints here." the prophet said in a panic.
"Great." Velka said with a cheerful smile. "This is going to be wonderful, prophet. I will make sure that we both enjoy ourselves to the fullest. Oh, but there's so much to do beforehand. I could spruce myself up a bit, maybe even make something for us to eat."
As watched her wonder and plan on things she wanted to do, a question popped into the prophets mind.
"Wait, how are you going to know when I'm done with anything? I don't exactly have some magical super flare on me." the prophet questioned.
"Do not worry about that, Prophet. I have my ways of locating you." Velka said before leaning in and pecking his cheek, then standing up and flexing her wings with a smile. "I'll see you soon then. And please, do hurry with your business. It is quite rude to keep a woman waiting."
With that, she beat her wings twice before taking off upward and out of sight.
Watching her leave, the prophet could not help but blush and gulp quietly.
"What the hell have I gotten myself into now..." He cried, leaning his head back on the rocky mountain side.
HOLD IT!
Don't touch that review button just yet. Got a things to address first.
Firstly, I want to say that I'm Kind've upset I couldn't sneak a "FUS RO DOH" in this chapter.
Secondly, let me give thanks to the guys who's idea's I used to help me with this chapter.
Mercer81-hellfire
Call forth the fury of hell itself to punish sinners, causing burns which create agony unending for the guilty.
The worse the sin the worse the pain is. To clarify when I say agony unending, I mean that the burns always hurt.
Hope you like! Huge fan! Stay awesome! :)
Guest- Hakai
Created by a profit who defied the gods this spell is absolute destruction incarnate destroying anything and everything weapons, armour, body, soul and everything in between. A technique worthy of a god of destruction this spell demands a high power level to use at first and an even higher level of power to use without consequence. The draw back to using it being intense fatigue making it a deadly end game move leaving the caster vulnerable to attack if not prepared.
Guest- Mirage
Created by a prophet who defied the gods. This spell creates illusions of anything from replications of one's self to one of the great dragons of old and is only limited by one's imagination and power but can easily be dispatched with a single hit.
Thank you guys so much for the help. I know I kinda tweaked them a bit, but I hope I did you guy's idea's justice and you liked the way they played out.
Thirdly, I wanna say that just because the prophets got these powers, he's not going to be able to use them as casually as he does with a normal fireball. These are some next tier abilities, so there is going to be a learning curve for him to master them and used them to their fullest potential. So don't think he's going to go all Aizen on everybody with these illusions.
And lastly, If your wondering if I planned that last part with Velka, the answer is a definite no. The whole thing was pretty much inspired by TheGuyThatDies's comment. Might have been a bad move, but the idea of that whole scene was kind've stuck in my head. On the bright side, after watch a ton of anime, I think I finally figured out what I'm gonna do about the whole Velka/Anna thing.
Alright, guys. Tell me what you thought of this chapter. I'm always looking for constructive criticize to help me improve my style of writing. And as always, your opinions have a huge effect on how this story will play out, so don't be shy.
This is Supreme Gamer signing out.
P.S. To everyone wondering if I'll use weapons from other games or manga, like Kratos's Blades of Chaos or Guts oversized Dragonslayer sword, I'll just say that lets get through this business with Reah and Pinwheel and then we'll get to the weapons and item evolutions. But know that I do have a few weapon idea's in mind.