I'VE FINISHED THE NEXT CHAPTER OF THE STORY!
I took me staring at a blank word document for a month straight, but goddammit did I finally hit the inspiration button and start writing
In all seriousness, I was experiencing a bit of writer's block before I started putting this together and decided to take a bit of a breather to clear my head a bit. But that's all water under the bridge now. I'm back in action and I hope you guys enjoy what I put together. But first, i should talk about…
A few comments that caught my eye (Got a good bit of'em this time around)
rocketmce- YUS! A new chapter! The interactions between Velka and Anastasia were quite frankly, brilliant. I can honestly say that I am quite excited for the chapters to come!... and we're not even halfway through the game yet...
My Response- I know right! I keep saying "Alright man, we actually gotta move things along here and save the world.", but then I add something insane like a freaking invasion of Anor Londo. I named this story right when I decided to call it Derp Edition.
TheGreatBubbaJ- Poor Solaire is probably going through withdrawals.
My Response- Aaaaand you just inspired a whole crap load of sun withdrawal related jokes. And when I say whole crap load, I mean "I now have a word document dedicated to nothing but Sun Puns" Crap load.
Derrin Errow- I just started reading this and after my 2 day binge i have to say bravo. You better give us one of your amazing warnings when we finally get to see some crossbreed tail fondling. some people apparently waited for almost 4 years to see that.
My Response- *Looks at Calendar* Holy shit, has it been four years since I started this? And I haven't even gotten the guys to Blighttown yet? Goddamn you, storytelling!
Also, OMG, someone bing read my story?! Thanks, bro. Glad I could entertain you with this little four-year project of mine. Hopefully I can keep things interesting for you.
The Wonderous Magicman (Made yours a bit shorter to save a bit of reading) - Oh, smeg. I've caught up. I quite like the Dark Wraith lady, be funny if she turned out to be Lucatiel or Pursuer-senpai. I also can't wait to see some Smough and maybe even The Tooth Fairy. Funny thing is that for a story called Dark Souls Derp Edition it's not that funny, but it did make me shed a tear in the recent chapters, so good going with that. (And i still keep forgetting what Velka looks like. You said she was a crow-winged succubus, but I keep picturing Ornifex from DS2, which would be a much more peculiar love story. Next J.F.F(?))
And I'm definitely pro-not the timeskip, I want more time with the lads. And if you're wondering what to do with the Mimics, well, Avarice is a sin, isn't it? And we have a goddess of that. What I'm basically saying is that if there's any enemies or wars coming, we have some very fast, agile battle mounts right there. They have fingery teeth, too-least DS2 and 3 mimics do, never played 1, but that's perfect for Sif-ing it up. And you can't tell me you've never wanted a pet mimic.
My Response- Well I'm glad you enjoyed the Dark Wraiths appearance, bro. But I can definitely tell you she won't be Lucatiel, my Dark Souls 2 number 1 Waifu. Also, give me a bit of time here and I swear I will get back to the funny side of things. About forgetting what Velka looks like, if you google "Overlord Albedo", it's pretty much picture perfect what she looks like right down to the wings.
Also, What the heck? Riding Mimics into battles? Using them to destroy approaching enemies? That, my good sir, is madness! Madness, I say! Hilarious and outlandish madness! I mean can you imagine the people of Anor Londo doubting the Prophet and having the Prophet burst through a wall desperately hanging on top of one and going "I told you so"? But seriously, not a bad idea to use the mimics as offensive too, but I'm not to sure about using them as mounts since they are actually one of the more legitimate threats in Dark Souls.
Sirspoonalot (Once again, sorry made it shorter to save others time on reading)- Since Canonically Ornstein leaves Anor Londo to Join the Nameless king (who I believe to be actually called Faraam and no one can convince me otherwise.) you could have Ornstein and Solaire leave together to find him and have the king give him powers over lightening beyond what's in game, and sword skill, weapons Ect. Or Farram can come back to Anor Londo in some manner and solaire something similar could happen. As for Gwyndolin obviously he's not gonna be happy about (questionably) mortal knowing as much as he does. And to be honest I'm not sure how much knowledge Kaylin has of the dark souls universe. But he could bring up the ringed city and the Pygmys there as one of many bombshells. Or the fact that one day Drangleic will be created and the crowns have some kind of treatment that could be mass produced. Although that does have the problem of the giant war... amongst other things. If you can put it off on some level Siegmeyer or the rest of them get there it's pretty much a done thing.
My Response- I do know that canonically Ornstein does leave Anor Londo and that I will keep that in mind when writing his character, I don't know if I'll include the nameless king in on this big picture as from what I've looked up, he kinda in another dimension or something right now as far as I can tell. Not really a convenient and believable way to get him in on things or explain how his hidden location is discovered.
As for the Prophet, yes, I will confirm that he does have knowledge of the first Pygmy Lords and how the first humans helped Gwyn during the war with the Dragons, as well as knowledge of the Ringed City itself. Its just one of the few things he's actually hidden from absolutely everyone as the existence of their city and their souls is something that he believes should be revealed as a last resort. To explain further would kinda spoil what I have planned for the Anor Londo Arc of things. But this will definitely be a topic of discussion in the story.
And lastly regarding Jerimiah and Pricilla, I don't want getting to Anor Londo to be just something any of them can do. Its meant to be an audacious task that only the greatest of warrior can accomplish. Also, for someone who know chaos pyromancy, I want Jerimiah to be look at as a powerful obstacle that needs to be taken care of, rather than a chore for someone to come deal with at some point. So, at this point I think I'll have the Prophet take on the task of taking him down, but that could change at the drop of a hat.
Boblets- OH MY FUCKING GOD! You actually used the stupidest fucking cliche in all of media, seriously fucking memory loss. For fuck sacks i was hoping this shit would actually get better but it just keeps getting worse. Fuck it i'm done giving this shit story chances. Just stop writing this, you have obviously lost track of what you were writing and are constantly backing yourself into corners with your stupid decisions. Either rewrite it or stop completely this story is trash.
My Response- Well it sucks that I couldn't keep things interesting for you. The Prophet losing a bit of his memories due the dark hand may be a bit cliché, but I wanted to attach a bit of consequence to him losing so much humanity to a Dark Wraith. Didn't want him just waking up all sunshine and rainbows after something that leave most hollowfied.
But even if it was a mistake, I think I'll keep on going with this bizz and try to make it work. Thanks for reading the story up to this point at least, bro.
Alrighty, that'll be it for this time, guys. Sorry if this one was a bit long, tried to get to as many of you comments as I could without making a whole book of things. Sorry to those I didn't respond too, btw.
And so without further stalling, here's the new chapter guys. Hope you enjoy.
Warning: Due to writing this story for four years and not getting to the promised tail fondling yet, Supreme Gamer has decided to make a time machine and write the story better. So if you suddenly see a rip in the space time continuum, know that it was done for a good cause.
As the old saying goes, one never truly appreciates what they have until it is taken from them. This includes the blissful ignorance of not knowing the world and everyone in it is in a losing battle with primal darkness.
With the moon hanging ominously above all three of their heads, coupled with the reality that is Gwyn's meddling with the First Flame and its effect on all of them, it went without saying that all their hearts were heavy with emotion.
At first, they all took the information that the Prophet told them well enough at face value. But as time went on, each one of them began to slowly take in the reality that they were all being manipulated and used by ancient forces on both the side of light and dark with neither caring for who got caught in between. It did not help that the one man who would be able to provide further answers was taken away by the walking doomsday that is the Goddess of Sin and they had no idea if he would return or if they would ever see him again.
The reactions of each of them varied from person to person.
Oscar, in no uncertain terms, was furious. He despised the gods now more than ever upon learning the truth. Not only did they cause the curse that marks human and spreads without distinction, but they would even stoop so low as to attempt to use them as sacrifices to prolong their rule over them. And the Prophet, being the complete idiot that he is, has gone to ask for the the aid of such tyrants?
"Are you kidding me?!" Oscar thought angrily as his blade ripped into a hollow that stood in their way, the strength behind it cutting straight through flesh and bone with ease and sending the hollow spinning and falling to the ground.
He wasn't the only one among them carrying anger in their heart. Just as emotional as his comrade next to him, Solaire's presence was somewhat overwhelming as he towered over two hollows that stood before him.
Though the difference between his anger and Oscar's was that his stemmed entirely from the knowledge of the serpent that was the center of all this, Kaathe. The way he saw it, it was all that scheming creatures' fault that things were as dire as they were now. Lurking behind the shadows, delivering false knowledge of the light and preaching the gospel of the dark. It was blasphemous! If he was clever enough to convince an entire township to awaken Manus and manipulate four kings to give in to their thirst for power, what else could he have been responsible for? What new plot could he be trying to enact at this very moment?
"Such a creature must be stopped." Solaire thought heatedly as he mercilessly stabbed into one of the hollows in front of him. Then, after quickly pulling his blade free, he grabbed the remaining hollow by the throat and lifted him up with one hand, before killing him in the same manner as the last.
Within this three-man group, the only one who did not hold a single twinge of anger in his heart now was…
"Hmm…" Siegmeyer said as he thought things over in his mind again and again. They hadn't gone far from the location they last saw the Prophet. An open gated doorway that lead to the lower part of the city was just beyond a few hollows, which Oscar and Solaire seemed eager to deal with.
He did not join in on the fighting, not that either of his two comrades needed him too as they cut down hollow after hollow with ease. For now, he simply wanted to think for a moment. Right now, his mind was heavy with concern not just for his daughter or the Prophet, but for the almost ludicrous odds that were stacked against them.
Soon enough, Oscar and Solaire had cleared out the remaining hollows that barred their path. Both of them feeling that they haven't let off nearly enough steam from the altercation.
"Alright, lets keep moving." Oscar said as he and Solaire began to walk towards the doorway to the Lower part of the city.
Hearing this, Siegmeyer stared at the path that would no doubt lead him on a path to finding the men the Prophet mentioned to them and then he looked off to his left, towards a path that would lead further into the township and towards the tower he was told would take him to something that would help him in defeating Seath.
"One moment, fellows." Siegmeyer said aloud, stopping both Oscar and Solaire.
"Something wrong?" Solaire said as he and Oscar turned towards the Onion Knight.
"No, its just…. I'm not so certain about this path." Siegmeyer said absentmindedly. "Is this truly what we should take right now?"
"What do you mean? We are moving to save Laurentius and Griggs." Oscar responded with a bit of confusion. "This path will certainly take us back where we need to go."
"That's not what I meant. Laurentius and Griggs….those names mean nothing to any of us." Siegmeyer said in an uncharacteristically cold tone, managing to surprise both Oscar and Solaire as they both turned fully to face him. Though the Onion Knight paid no heed to their reactions as he once again looked towards the path that would lead towards the tower. "The armor that will help me defeat Seath lies but a bit further beyond. That is what he prophesied."
"You think we should abandon those in need of our aid?" Solaire said aloud, not in an angry tone but there was a bit of accusation there.
"You both heard how dire the situation is just as I did. As it stands, we are desperately running on borrowed time as it is." Siegmeyer said seriously, turning his gaze on them both. "Not to mention that the Prophet, our one link to the solution to this curse, just went to aid the gods in Anor Londo with what he believes is an attack. Do you two not see the significance of this course of action?"
"You believe he will fail?" Oscar asked.
"No, quite the opposite. I think there's a good chance he is going to succeed. Whatever or whoever is causing trouble within the city, I doubt they are capable of overcoming both the might of the gods and the Prophet himself. But after the danger has passed and the dust has settled, that's when we need to be worried." Siegmeyer explained gravely. "He knows the truth about them. More than what they would allow any mortal man to know. When the dust settles, and the battles have ended, they'll no doubt turn their gaze on him and eventually us."
"Then we stand and fight." Oscar said defiantly. "We rescue the Prophet and work our way from there."
"We cannot approach this naively, Oscar." Siegmeyer admonished. "You were there. You felt the power Velka gave off just as well as I. Even if we all fought together, we don't have the power to overcome her and she is but one of the gods. Now let's put all that in perspective. Velka, the legendary Goddess of Sin, heard every word the Prophet spoke to us regarding the First Flame and of the god's secrets. Forget about the darkness that threatens to swallow that world for a moment, we may all have targets painted on our backs and the might of the Anor Londo hunting us soon. Meanwhile, we don't even know how to get inside Anor Londo, much less even think of rescuing the Prophet. With all this in mind, though it pains me to say it, the lives of two strangers are…woefully inconsequential."
"The minute we start thinking that way is the minute we become no better than the gods or Kaathe." Solaire said resolutely. "If we begin making sacrifices like this, then we will take the first steps to abandoning our humanity. We will simply deal with any foe's that come our way when the time comes. If we move forward and do what's right, our strength will come to us in time along the way."
Hearing this, Siegmeyer's jaw clenched tightly at Solaire words.
"I'm sure that's how the Prophet must see things himself. But his action are swayed a great deal by emotion and idealism. The stakes are too high for any of us to come up short on this journey." Siegmeyer said in a somewhat accepting tone. "You both heard what he said. We are the only one's capable of fixing things. It may sound heartless, but in the grand scheme of thing Griggs and Laurentius's lives don't matter. We need to focus on getting stronger otherwise all will be lost."
"And just how much should we sacrifice to further our own strength? Will I be the next pawn to be thrown away next should the time come? What about Oscar, is he next? Anastacia hold a great deal of humanity within her, why not take it from her then?"
At this, Siegmeyer stepped forward aggressively until he was directly in front of the Warrior of the Sun.
"Do not paint me out to be the villain when you too know the stakes and how much rest on us succeeding. Especially when I have more to lose out of this than either of you." Siegmeyer growled angrily at Solaire, furious at the accusations being thrown at him. He wasn't a bad person. In fact, he'd be the first to volunteer to rush to the aid of others. But the situation painted clear circumstances.
"You speak of lives as if they are something so easily discarded. If that is not villainy, then I know not what is." Solaire responded in a just as angry tone as Siegmeyer. "If the Prophet or your daughter knew you suggested such a-"
"Do not speak as if you know a damn thing about my family." Siegmeyer growled lowly as his hand gripped his Zweihander's hilt. Seeing this, Solaire grip on his sword likewise tightened.
"Enough!" Oscar said, stepping in between the two giant men. "Both of you look at yourselves. Its been but a short since we learned the truth and your both ready to tear each other's throats out? We are all on the same side."
At Oscars words, both Siegmeyer and Solaire were quick to regain their senses and get a firm look at their body's reactions. Were they truly prepared to draw weapons on one another after but a few exchanges of words?
With the question reaching both of their minds at the same time, the two knights both slowly began to calm down and release their hands from their weapons, each one giving a small sigh.
"Forgive me…I was out of line, Siegmeyer." Solaire apologized.
"It is fine. Please forgive my actions as well and let us just forget this happened." Siegmeyer apologized.
With that said a long silence fell between the group. Neither of them could believe what they were about to do too one another.
"Listen…I know we are all still coming to terms with the Prophets words, but we cannot turn on each other in this." Oscar said, deciding that he would be the one to take charge as he turned towards the Onion Knight. "Siegmeyer, I have no family, so I will not claim to understand just how you feel. But know that no matter what happens, we will all grow stronger and we will all get through this. But if you wish to travel along your path alone…. then I will hold your animosity towards you for it."
"But what will be done about-" Solaire started.
"You and I are strong enough to rescue Griggs and Laurentius ourselves. We will be fine." Oscar interrupted, before turning back towards Siegmeyer. "The choice of how you wish to move forward is yours, Siegmeyer."
With these words spoken, Oscar and Solaire said nothing as Siegmeyer paused for a moment, letting the silence fall firmly between them. He truly did want to help them, but the life of his daughter and so much more hang in the balance. He knew that he had to use this time to prepare for whatever was moving towards them and be ready for it.
So with that thought, he began to walk out of the small area they were in and towards the direction of the tower the Prophet spoke to him about.
Just as he had reached the doorway, he paused and as slowly lowered his gaze to the ground.
"You're sure you can do things without me?" Siegmeyer said lowly. "Please do not misunderstand. I don't wish to sacrifice anyone or watch as people die. I just….do not wish to fail my family again."
"Again?" Solaire said curiously.
At this question, Siegmeyer stood with his back to his friends for a moment before he released a tired sigh.
The words he spoke next were one's that held the feeling of deep regret.
"I am…a coward." Siegmeyer said, greatly confusing both Oscar and Solaire. "I lived my life wanting nothing more than excitement and adventure. I picked up the sword and became one of the famed Onion Knights of Catarina for this simple purpose. Fighting for my people, my home and for my comrades, I lived what I believed was a truly envious life. Then I met my beautiful wife. She convinced me to put up my sword and live my life with her. Soon after, we were blessed with our daughter Sieglinde…. My dear little Lin."
After speaking his daughters name, Siegmeyer held his tongue for a moment, allowing his shoulders to slump slightly, before continuing speaking once again.
"I loved my family more than anything. I loved my wife, I cherished my daughter…. But I still yearned for the life I had before. Wielding my sword for my people, smiting the wicked, being looked upon as a brave defender. I wanted to live the exciting life of adventure and excitement once more." The Onion Knight said solemnly. "So when I discovered the Brand of the Undead upon my flesh, I saw it as an opportunity to do just that. Like the complete fool I was, I used it as an excuse to do the most foolish imaginable…. I abandoned them for a chance to relive my glory days."
"You left your family behind." Oscar said with pity in his tone.
"Yes." Siegmeyer said lowly, his remorse for the choice he'd had apparent to all. "I believed they would both be safe inside of Catarina. There was no need to endanger them with the possibility of me becoming a hollow. So, I gathered my old armor and I left….and now my daughter has followed me here, only to be captured and imprisoned."
Siegmeyer's fist suddenly tightened as he spoke his next words.
"If I had stayed with them, she wouldn't be involved in this madness. I used the Undead Curse to disregard my family and toss them aside. I have failed them as a father and as a husband. I need to make it right." The Onion Knight said in a determined tone as he turned his head back towards his comrades. "I don't know what the future holds for me, nor do I know of any way to overcome gods or the abyss or anything like that. But I do know that my daughter needs me….and I will be there to save her."
Both Oscar and Solaire could hear the conviction in their friends' voice. They knew he was not evil or villainous by any means, but they now understood that he was ready to go as far as he needed to accomplish his task and see his family again.
With these words spoken, Siegmeyer turned his back to his friends, leaving them with a few last parting words before he left them.
"If you return to Firelink Shrine before I, push forward to Blighttown without me. I will meet you both again there."
With that, the Knight of Catarina began to make his way towards the tower to meet his fate. Leaving Oscar and Solaire looking at him in a new light as he walked away.
Both wanted nothing more than to follow him and offer him aid. Only the thought of others dying if they did stayed them.
Further into Undead Burg
A single note.
That's what he left to his wife to say his final goodbye.
That was the only thing going through Siegmeyer's mind as he cut his way through group after group of hollows. It was quite some time ago, but he remembered exactly what he wrote, word for word.
"Glinda, my love. You and Lin should not have to worry yourselves over me. I have decided to take this accursed body of mine and fight on. Please do not look for me and stay within Catarina where you will be safe. Know that I will never stop loving you and that you both will always be in my thoughts. Yours sincerely, Siegmeyer."
Cutting another hollow completely in half with a swing of his Ultra Great sword, Siegmeyer grit his teeth at the memory.
Was it really so easy to just walk away back then? Was the thought of swinging his sword once again so enticing? Did it truly take the life of his daughter hanging in the balance for him to realize the importance of what he's discarded?
"Once we free Sieglinde, you will be destined to die by her hands."
He clearly remembered the Prophets words to him long ago. The cost for saving his daughter was destined to be his life.
That outcome was more than acceptable to him. For someone a foolish as himself, who had carelessly tossed his loved one's aside, he almost felt that it was too good for him.
But now was not the time to think about that now. He had to keep moving toward the tower. Every precious second he wasted was time that she could be spending in agony under the dragons experiments.
And so with that sole train of thought guiding his actions, Siegmeyer carved a path straight through to what he could only hope was the tower in question.
Standing front of it was a small group of three hollows. Two wielding a sword and shield and one holding a spear. But with their sluggish and easily readable attacks, they weren't even worth mentioning. After killing them all with but a few swings of his sword, he began to make his way up the staircase behind them that led inside the tower.
He was somewhat caught off guard as a flaming barrel was kicked down the stairs and came rolling toward him. Steeling himself hastily, he positioned his footing along the stairs so that he would not be moved and then used the flat side of his great sword to absorb the blow and force the flaming container off to the side. Not two seconds after doing this did the offending hollow who threw the barrel make its way down the stairs.
Siegmeyer was quick enough to readjust himself though. Skillfully bringing his blade up to block the hollows clumsily swung sword, before reaching out and grabbing the creature leg, pulling it hard until it fell on it back on the stairway. Then, using nothing more than his strength, he pulled the hollow by its leg and sent it sliding over the edge of the staircase, causing it to give a dry scream as it fell to the base of the tower far below.
With the threat taken care of, Siegmeyer hefted his weapon onto his shoulder and made his way up the stairs and inside the tower at last.
Allowing his eye's to adjust to the darkness inside, the sight that greeted him was of a small open space, with two more staircases at his side. One leading further up to his left and one descending further below to his right.
"You said there would be armor to help me defeat Seath at the bottom of the tower." Siegmeyer said, recalling the Prophets words of advice to him earlier as he turned to his right and began to go down the stair way. "Let us see what awaits me then."
Calmly making his way down the stairs and further below, the Knight of Catarina was anxious. The path was long, and the tower was quiet. Silently he began to wish that the Prophet had given him something specific to expect in terms of the opposition he'd face down here.
Just as the thought crossed his mind, Siegmeyer's eyes saw the staircase end and open to a completely flat area. It was the bottom floor.
At first, he could not see anything out of the ordinary from the top of the flight of stairs. But once he made his way closer to the bottom, his gaze fell upon what appeared to be monstrously large man wearing a bulky set of grey armor. Unless his eyes were mistaken, the armor looked almost to be made entirely of stone.
But that observation took a back seat as his eye's fell upon the weapon that was sitting upon its shoulder. It was a giant…well…Siegmeyer didn't know what they hell it was exactly. The only thing he could tell was that not composed of any steel or metal material and that it looked large enough to crush a man to pulp.
Whoever the armored man was, he didn't seem to notice or give any attention too Siegmeyer as he appraised him. He only seemed to stand vacantly in place in front of a wooden door.
Hesitantly making his way down the stairway and placing his feet upon the ground level floor, Siegmeyer spoke aloud to the figure.
"That armor…appears very unique." Siegmeyer said to the figure, causing it to slowly turn its gaze towards him, almost as if its mind was slowly acknowledging that another person was in the room. "Are you to be my trial then?"
The figures only response was to groan lowly, before squeezing the handle of its massive weapon in a tight grip.
Siegmeyer, seeing this sign of hostility, did just the same as his foe and prepared himself for the ensuing battle.
"Very well then. If you are what stands in my way, then I will not hold back." Siegmeyer exclaimed heatedly. "For the sake of my family, I will defeat you!"
Not needing a single word further spoken between them, Siegmeyer charged forward with his weapon at the ready.
The very second he was in range, the unmoving figure suddenly growled lowly before it used both of its hands to raise its weapon high above its head and brought it crashing down upon the Knight.
CRASH
Seeing his foes attack coming, Siegmeyer was quick to step to the side and avoid the incoming blow that would have likely crushed him. But nothing could have prepared him for the sheer force behind the attack as it slammed into the ground at his side.
So mighty was the strike that it easily embedded itself deep into the concrete floor, causing shrapnel of stone to violently explode from the ground and making Siegmeyer go wide eyed as the force of the attack made his body go off balance.
Taking advantage of the Onion Knights unsteadiness, the figure picked up its weapon and swung it from right to left directly at Siegmeyer's head. The Onion Knight was just quick enough to duck beneath the blow, raise himself up and then bring his weapon swinging his above his head.
CLANG
"What?!" was all Siegmeyer could think as he put as much force as he could muster into his swing and watched as his blade bounced off the figures armor with not even a scratch to show that it had been hit.
Now fully taken off balance due to his swords suddenly weight returning back to him, Siegmeyer could do nothing as the massive figure swung its weapon at him once again. The power behind the blow was more than enough to send even his massive body flying into the opposing wall with his sword trailing through the air behind him falling to the ground at his side.
Slamming into the concrete wall, Siegmeyer's body slumped and he slide to his rear end on the ground. His steel armor, which was originally round and bulbous, was now completely dented in on his side. It may have saved his bones from being shattered, but now it stabbed painfully into his flesh. Even his helmet, the staple of the Knights of Catarina was dented along the jaw line, partially stabbing into his cheek.
With his mind still reeling from the blow, Siegmeyer was only just able to recognize the sight of the massive armored figure as it raised its weapon above it head.
Only through sheer willpower was he able to shift his body to the side and allow the blow to impact the wall behind him. Just as the ground did before, the thick concrete was exploded and crumbled beneath the figures might, once again showering his armor with stone shrapnel and debris.
With the time it took for the figure to lift its massive weapon once again, Siegmeyer was able to quickly get to his feet, grab his weapon from the ground and strike the figure from behind with yet another swing of his blade.
CLANG
Once again, the Zweihander hand bounced off of the figures armor without so much as a scratch. Gritting his teeth to hold his weapon steady, Siegmeyer hastily began to backpedal to put some distance between him and his foe.
The figure didn't even move with the slightest bit of haste when it turned around to face its attacker.
Siegmeyer, noticing the almost lazy demeanor at which his opponent was taking this battle, grit his teeth in anger as he raised his weapon before him.
At that moment, as his mind was filled with all the things he was told about darkness and light, Siegmeyer felt so…. small.
He wasn't like the others. He knew that
He wasn't like the Prophet, who could see the grander scheme of things and plan how he should approach any given situation thrown at him. He wasn't like Solaire, who's technique with a blade was flawless and could throw lightning to smite his foes. Nor was he like Oscar, who was so driven to go beyond what fate had set for him and defeat those who would use him for their own ends.
He was just Siegmeyer.
CRASH. CLANG.
Another strike was thrown at him, but he was able to dodge to the side. Preparing himself for the impact that came from the blow, he was able to keep his footing and immediately follow up with a counter strike of his own.
The attack bounced off the armor just as the others before it had. But still he pressed on.
CLANG.
Who did he believe himself to be exactly? To even approach the idea he was up to the task of challenging the gods was nothing more than wishful thinking. He was not exceptionally talented with a blade, he was not especially versatile and he was certainly no prophet.
CLANG. WHOOSH. CLANG.
Another attack heedlessly deflected. Another attack dodged, then another attack receiving the same results as the one before it.
CLANG.
He was insignificant. He knew that already. Just a man with a sword. His chances of coming close to the power he needed where slim to none.
But still….
"HRAAAAAAGH"
CLANG. SHWOOSH. CLANG.
He swung his blade once again with all his might, gaining no results. Ducking under another of the figure's swings, he brought his blade crashing down overhead once more.
It earned him nothing. It only served to fuel his anger, further and further.
"Grrrr, COME ONE!" Siegmeyer shouted with all his might as he continued to attack his enemy.
CLANG.
What kept this simple man fight? Why did he keep swinging knowing it was pointless?
Because she was waiting for him. His little Lin. His pride and joy. The one he had so foolishly abandoned.
She needed him.
"More…"
CLANG. WHOOSH.
Another attack deflected, another swing dodged.
"More…"
SWOOSH. CLANG. CLANG.
He dodged once again, swinging his weapon and hitting his mark with two consecutive blows. Still gaining nothing but sound reverberating off the walls.
"MORE!"
CLANG. SWOOSH. CLANG. CLANG. SWOOSH. CLANG.
Siegmeyer may not have been the most versatile, had the most skill or even had the greatest drive. But there was one thing he knew he did have did have….
SWOOSH. CRASH!
Siegmeyer avoided once last downward swing from his foe, before he swung his weapon as hard as he could and hitting him directly in his shoulder. For his continuous onslaught of blows, for all his effort put into attacking again and again, for his unyielding will to give up, Siegmeyer received….
…. A single crack along the figures shoulder. Barley even noticeable at all among the armor strange shape. All his struggling and striking amounted to nothing more than a chip of armor.
Seeing this, Siegmeyer's heart sunk in disbelief at the sight. It did not help that after regaining himself and moving back a few feet to gain some distance, his opponent still moved at a lazy, unhurried fashion. Almost as if it was silently mocking his efforts.
Siegmeyer worries did not end there, however. More out of growing tired of this ongoing display than actually feeling threatened by him, the massive figure paused for a small moment before proceeding to grab hold of a towering shield that was on its back the entire time.
"Dammit…" Siegmeyer cursed internally. Truthfully, with the gigantic shield being almost larger than the figures entire body, he had believed it to be some sort of rear defense to make up for the armors bulky and massive frame preventing it from turning quickly. With the sheer size and thickness of the apparent shield, he found himself wondering just how the hell the figure was strong enough to hold it up with just one hand and hold its weapon in the other.
It was then that Siegmeyer took a look at himself.
His arms and legs screamed at him to rest, his breath came in deep, ragged breaths through his helmet and his sword was dented and dulled from his constant attacks, practically falling apart in his hands. He was outgunned in weaponry, outmatched in armor and was only just barely able to hold the weight of his own equipment.
But still…
"Grrr, so what?! None of it matters to me in the slightest!" Siegmeyer said growled lowly as he looked at his situation and held his blade that much tighter. "Even if it means I must break you down piece by piece with my bare hands, I will not surrender, and I will not be beaten! I am Siegmeyer of Catarina and you will feel my wrath!"
As if fully accepting this vocal challenge, the figure released a guttural frowl of it own, before moving forward with its shield raised and swinging its weapon from its side.
Seeing the movement coming easily enough Siegmeyer was just able to force his tired muscles to allow him to duck below the incoming blow.
One shot.
Siegmeyer knew he needed one perfectly placed shot against this foe to stand a chance. With the condition of his weapon being as pitiful as it now was, he didn't waste his time trying to attack the shield. His blade would crumble long before the figures wall did. So, he waited and bided his time, ducking and dodging his opponents blows. His movements growing slower and slower with each evasion, but still he patiently waited for the perfect time to strike.
The moment of truth at last reared its head in the form of the figure dragging it colossal weapon behind its back for a moment, before swinging it clear over its own body and sending it crashing down upon the Onion Knight.
The attack was obvious and clearly telegraphed to the seasoned warrior. Though the incredible power behind it was still more than enough to shatter the ground and shake him a bit, Siegmeyer was more than ready for that effect as he dodged to the side of it and immediately spotted his chance.
Whether it was from fatigue or frustration at not being able to hit his intended target, Siegmeyer did not know. But the figure before him had just made a grave mistake. He had opened himself up too far with the attack, having both its hand and arm extended fully in the open as it held the handle to its weapon.
Spotting what was noting less than a golden opportunity, the Siegmeyer made his move.
"Concentrate everything…!" The Onion Knight thought as he took a deep breath and spun wide on his heel, using all the momentum to swing his sword over his shoulder with every ounce of strength he had.
Siegmeyer was never exceptional. He was never good at sorcery, nor was he graceful enough to wield a blade with great finesse as many of his peers had. Hell, years ago he couldn't even lift the Zweihander in his hand this very moment.
But throughout his years as a Knight of Catarina he had grown. He had trained one aspect of himself he believed in completely and brought it to what he believed was its very peak.
The one thing that Siegmeyer held within him that would allow him to push forward, the one thing he would need to push even further beyond its limits, the one thing he would use to overcome the obstacle that stood before him now…..
Was his raw, unmatched strength.
CRASH
That one attack….was the strongest strike of the tens of thousands that he'd ever performed in his lifetime. And it completely shattered the solid pieces of armor that covered the figures arm along with the Zweihander itself. It was not powerful enough to sever the arm, but it was enough to break the bone out of place and cause it to stab through its muscles and flesh.
The sudden surge of pain at having its body attacked directly caused the figure to release its hold on both the hilt of its weapon and it shield, screaming loudly as it grasped at its wounded arm.
Siegmeyer, taking a single moment to realize that his weapon had shattered from the force of his own attack, was quick to realize that his opponents' weapon was laying not two feet in front of him and its owner was currently preoccupied with the pain of its wounds.
Without hesitation, he tossed the hilt of his broken sword aside and grabbed hold of the large weapons hilt, grunting loudly as he struggled to move the monster of a weapon.
It wasn't two moments later did his enemy regain himself and realize just what he was attempting. Making the choice to forgo its shield from the ground, the figure decided to move directly to the source of its displeasure and moved forward to Siegmeyer's person with a deep, guttural growl.
With his weapon now gone and his opponent still more or less invulnerable, Siegmeyer knew that it would all be over if he could not lift this weapon. So, after flexing every single one of his muscles in his arms and back until he was certain they were tearing themselves apart from the strain, he did what many gods would say was impossible for any normal human to accomplish.
"GRRRAAAA!" Siegmeyer shouted with all his might as he lifted the weapon over his body and brought it crashing down on the head of his approaching enemy.
The figure froze on the spot as it watched its own weapon bear down on its person. Unable to think of its next course of action as its body was suddenly covered in a large shadow and met with an overwhelming strike that forced its entire form to the ground, causing the stone beneath to shatter under the combined weight of the weapon and its former owner.
Seeing that his enemy was now effectively at his mercy, Siegmeyer didn't let up. Shifting his grip and once again giving a deep and heavy grunt, he lifted the weapon off his foes body and placed it behind his person. The figure that lay beneath was still alive, but now bore a massive crack that spread across the front of its armor.
With the weight of it weapon now removed from its chest, the figure slowly rolled onto its hands and knees, gagging in short, painfilled breaths. Likely from the broken bones currently puncturing its lungs and shrapnel from it armor stabbing into his chest. Either way, it was a desperately struggle for it to get even a single wind of air.
It was unfortunate for him that Siegmeyer cared nothing for its suffering as he raised its weapon high over his head once again and proceeded to crush its body beneath it once more. Sending concrete exploding from the ground for a second time.
From that point on the Knight of Catarina wasn't taking any chances.
The brutal scene played out again and again. With Siegmeyer raining blow after blow on his enemy, crushing it body between the ground and his weapon. There was no flair, no finesse and no skill involved. Only Siegmeyer's drive to smash his enemy to dust.
CRUTCH
The moment when he could finally stop was easy enough to recognize. There was no mistaking the sound of armor and bone being fully crushed into a bloody pulp. The figure beneath it all was now visibly choking on its own intestines as, with no where else to go, they erupted from his throat in a violent and gory fashion.
Siegmeyer was left panting like a tired dog as he released his hold on the weapon and stumbled back a bit before falling on his rear end, his gaze falling directly to the ground at his feet as he gasped desperately for air. The intake of each breath fluttering as it struggled to infiltrate his constricted throat and feed the heaving lungs and palpitating heart.
"Ugh…Hah, hah…Oh heavens...Hah...I'm exhausted..." Siegmeyer said as he panted heavily, only just barely able to look up at the bloody mess of the figures body and determine that it was well and truly dead. The moment was punctuated the sight of souls and humanity rushing out of its body and into Siegmeyer's.
It was only then that he realized that he had completely ruined much of the armor that he was sent here to retrieve in the first place. The main body of the armor was crushed into rubble and was currently soaking in a great deal of blood and ruptured organs, the right gauntlet was likewise completely shattered and the helmet, though not destroyed, was filled with blood and exposed intestines. The grandest prize he could lay claim too was the impossibly massive club-like weapon, but even looking at it right now made his already shredded muscles ache even further. He was almost certain his back was bleeding internally from the strain he put on himself somehow…But still he smiled.
"…Heh, heh…. Prophet…. I think your idea of us having "Hidden Monstrous Power" is really just us have dumb luck."
His weapon could have shattered earlier on, he could have been a step too slow and been crushed, he could have been too weak to get past the armor, he could have been to slow to raise the weapon, the figure could have chosen to retrieve its shield instead of coming after him directly.
There was a countless number of ways this could have easily ended with him dying. Any sane person with half a brain would have said he should be dead right now. His opponent had superior strength, weaponry and clearly superior defense. By all accounts, he should have been defeated. But he still managed to come out as the victor despite all of this. And how did he pull of this miraculous victory?
By getting one lucky shot in on its arm.
If such an outlandish outcome was not the height of hilarity, he certainly didn't know what was. It was at that moment that he recalled Oscar overcoming and defeating the goat headed demon single handedly, then collapsing onto the ground and laughing to himself. Alongside this memory is all the times the Prophet laughed aloud and jested after each and every dangerous situation they found themselves in.
Then, as if he'd just gotten the punchline to a hilarious joke, Siegmeyer began to laugh himself.
"Heh, heh, heh…Ugh…I get it now…. Heh, heh, that is pretty funny…" Siegmeyer laughed to himself despite the pain it caused his body. Undead, Gods, Demons, Dragons, Ancient Serpents and who know what else stood in their way. It was all insurmountably dangerous and there's no way a couple of humans should be able to overcome them all. That's what made it so funny. "Heh, heh, against all odds, against all logic…. We're somehow going to come out on top with dumb luck in the end. Heh, heh, heh, Prophet you complete manic."
He believed those words too.
Despite all the obstacles that stood before them, just as he had done not moments before, they would succeed. He had no idea how it would come to pass, and he knew he still had a ways to go before they were fully ready for what's to come, but for some reason he held a strong sense that scenes just like this one, of a human overcoming the impossible, would play out quite a bit in the future. The only explanation he could think of was that he'd become just as crazy as the Prophet was.
"I see. Very well then. If that's how we plan to move forward, then I will not fall behind." Siegmeyer said as he forced his aching body to its feet and faced the massive weapon before him. "I will stand by you, Prophet. We will fight and protect this frail hope we have until the very end. We will overcome all the odds before us. We will-"
SLAM
With his focus primarily on speaking his heroic and no doubt inspirational words, Siegmeyer didn't realize what was happening until he unceremoniously fell face first to the ground.
If he had not been so absorbed in thought, he might have noticed the little black dots that began swarming his vision or might wondered why the corners of his sight was slowly starting to fade into black. Luckily, he was out like a light long before he hit the ground. Didn't feel a thing as his head hit the concrete.
Whether it was from the head trauma or the strain of the previous battle he did not know, but at that moment Siegmeyer was almost certain he perfectly sees three figures standing above him. One bore the emblem of a crudely drawn smiling sun on his chest, one was dressed in common knights' armor and the last was dressed in tattered rags fashioned into clothing.
He knew that they couldn't really be there and that he was likely hallucinating in his final moments of consciousness, but he still felt the need to say something.
"Don't…you worry, fellows…. The ground below me is my pillow. I'll recover shortly… Sng…sng… Zzzzzz…."
And so, ended the untold battle between the two titans. With Siegmeyer falling on his face and falling into an obnoxiously loud slumber. Not realizing in the slightest that he had just defeated one of the heroes of the old age.
THAT'S IT BOYS AND GIRLS!
Here's hoping you all enjoyed this new chapter of the story. Just a few words to be said before I end this thing.
Firstly I want to say that I was kinda on the wall about Siegmeyer. Though I love his character in the game, Sig is actually my least favorite out of the group of humans. He's great personality wise, but power wise he's difficult for me to buff because I don't have too much to work with in the beginning. So I thought that making him the physically strongest of the group and having him take Havels weapon and a bit of his armor would even things out for him.
Also, I did have a bit of fun bringing out a bit more personality with ham and express how he's feeling a bit more. Given that I wasn't given my backstory on him to work with Pre-Lordran, I'm interested in the feedback I'll get for the one.
Secondly, don't think that this is the end for the big guy. I could just as easily have his little adventure lead him to battling the Hydra and the Crystal Golems just along the way from him or even have Alvina's Forest Hunter's have a bit of a run in with him. Still a good bit of branching paths I could take other than having him quickly meet back up with Solaire and Oscar, so don't think he's on easy street just because he's beaten Havel.
Lastly, though I haven't started just yet, I think Im going to have the next chapter focus on Solaire's struggle. So If you guys have any idea's of how you think I should buff him or expand on his arsenal, now's the perfect time. I already have a few idea's of my own for the Sun Bro as I'm thinking of having him and Oscar square off against the gaping dragon, but I'm definitely open to idea's now.
Alright, that's all I have to say this time.
As always, feel free to leave a review and tell me what you guys thought about this chapter of the story. Honest opinions are always appreciated as I'm always looking to improve my style of writing to make this story a bit more interesting for you guys. so, don't be shy in telling me your thoughts about how things are going so far. Outside opinions will have a huge effect on how this story will play out.
This is Supreme Gamer, Signing out.
P.S. Not sure how the heck I'm gonna work around Siegmeyer destroying most of the god-dang Havel Set. Not sure any blacksmith can repair freaking stone armor.