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Fracturing Skies v2
DGM 791-204
Dark Souls AU
Arc 1 The First Change
Chapter 1 Lordran
WELCOME to another installment to my Fracturing Skies storyline! This story will tie into the other Fracturing Skies story arcs that I am posting in the other fandoms (in A03, it'll all be tied together under the Fracturing Skies heading).
This one is based in a Dark Souls Alternate Universe, although there are overlaps in the main Fracturing Skies world in terms of locations and powers, etc. that are mentioned. As mentioned in the other DGM story that I started posting, I am still working on my CoS conlang, and I am also working on the other DGM story and other arcs that'll be tied into this story. I have so many things itching to be written and I have been running through Dark Souls Remastered on the Switch in the meantime as well and that inspired this AU. /Sigh. My brain goes in 10 thousand different directions with everything screaming to be let out at once, but sometimes I need a break from one story and get started on another. I figured that while I was playing Dark Souls, might as well get this AU started, especially since it'll tie into the main story once everything comes together.
This story is Lavi-centric, but depending on how things go, I may or may not shift between POV later on.
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SUMMARY:
Worlds that never should have met become one. Things that should never have happened, occur. And with all these fractured universes combining, Lavi finds himself and Bookman travelling to the fabled land called Noah's Ark in search of a Destroyer of Time. People marked with the legendary Dark Sign have started to rise across the world, heralding the return of the Undead from the ancient stories about Lordran, a land that was once to the east of Xing on the Pacifica Continent, replaced with the more modern Noah's Ark. But with most of his memories gone, can Lavi recall his lost knowledge in time to save himself from going hollow?
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Fracturing Skies
Conversation Guide
Note here that I am keeping the overall guide the same as the rest of the Fracturing Skies stories.
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Normal text.
Thinking.*feelings*
/*instincts*/
"Spoken out loud."
'Magic Weapon speaking. *feelings*'
'White Zangetsu speaking. (the true Zangetsu) *feelings*' This will also be how Soul Eater Weapons communicate with their wielder when in Weapon form.
'Old Man Zangetsu speaking. *feelings*' This will also be how Soul Eater Weapons communicate their feelings via their wavelengths. Meisters can communicate mentally with their Weapons in this manner as well.
'Junior's personas speaking when inside his mind. *feelings*' (I'll get into this in the story, but any 'voice' that is not in control but is inside his mind speaks this way. I'll tag each voice in a way so you all can understand what is going on, but there aren't enough bold/underline/italics combinations to make 49 separate ways of writing and this site doesn't allow for different fonts. Sorry)
'Werewolf 'mind' speaking.'
"Speaking a different language, but it is written in English."
Mental communication outside an imprint. *feelings*
Essence ribbon/Spirit ribbon sensing. *feelings*
'Essence Aura/Spiritual Pressure sensing. *feelings*'
"Imprint communication. *feelings*"
"Pack Link. *feelings*"
I think they are thinking this with their face. Also used for telepathic glimpses of information, like when one individual reads another's mind.
"Recalling what someone else said."
I am dwelling on what happened. *I am dwelling on how I felt.*
"I am recalling what I said."
I am recalling something I read to myself. Blood Memories are written this way. Recalling rumors I heard. *feelings from Blood Memories*
"I am reiterating what I read or heard about out loud. Blood Memories are talked about out loud this way. Rumors are shared this way." (rumors)
NONVERBAL COMMUNICATION/ANNOUNCEMENTS
*"speaking through a communication device (NOT like nonverbal communication or announcements over an intercom"*
/copied words to pull the reader to the next scene, oftentimes used when having flashbacks that can distract from a current event. /
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Without further adieu, I do NOT own Bleach, Fullmetal Alchemist, Avatar, Yu Yu Hakusho, Soul Eater, D Gray Man, nor anything in the Stargate universe (books, movies, and tv shows included). I do NOT own the world of Dark Souls, nor anything therein.
I ONLY own the characters from Chronicles of Seraphia, as well as my own twists to each of the original characters and timelines, and any OCs I add.
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I am marking this story with M for Mature.
There will be swearing, suicidal thoughts, torture and extreme blood and gore and other MATURE themes. This is NOT a complete list, just a heads up on some of the more common things in this particular story. There is a REASON that it is being marked M for MATURE. If you are squeamish, easily triggered, hate certain types of stories, etc. then you should MOVE ON.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
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ARC 1: THE FIRST CHANGE
CHAPTER 1: LORDRAN
D GRAY MAN/DARK SOULS AU
Timeline: 791-204
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In the Age of Spirits, the world was a cesspool of chaos, filled with both the living and dead. A land of never-ending conflict, Dark Matter, and Innocence. But then God drowned the world for its sins, wiping away life and creating anew. Life and death, light and dark, and of course, Space and Time. Then from this new world, the Demon King and his loyal Arch Demons came, and became rulers of the newly christened distant land, Noah's Ark.
Adam, the firstborn son of Noah, and his faithful knights. Tryde, the second born, with his band of Innocence wielders. Joyd, the third born, with his personal demons of lust and games. Desires, the fourth born, and his followers, the Wraiths. Wisely, the fifth born, and his fellow Bookmen. Feedler, the sixth born, and his fellow alchemists. Mercym, the seventh born, and his brothers of sunlight and cooperation. Wrathra, the eighth born, and his followers, the Furies. Road, the ninth born, and her fellow Firekeepers. Bondom, the tenth and eleventh born, and their followers, the vampires and werewolves. Lustol, the twelfth born, and her family of Shapeshifters. Mightra, the thirteenth born, and his fellow benders. Vivorym, the fourteenth born, with his children, the Genies. Envous, the fifteenth born, and her Collectors. Pricoree, the sixteenth born, and her unstoppable Defenders. And finally, Lazura, the seventeenth born, and his fellow Speedsters.
These children of Noah, known as the Noah Clan, defeated the ancient Gwyn, the Lord of Sunlight, a millennia ago at the end of the old world, casting the new world into shadows before the first lights could appear, ushering in the feared Age of Dark. But the Heart of ancient times past still beats like a beacon in the darkness, unaffected by the new Age, and it is only through that Heart's influence that the Great Demon King can return to repair the world from the destruction they had wrought when they split.
There, in the faraway land called Noah's Ark, a great Destroyer of Time will rise from the undead gracing the land, promising salvation for all the souls lost there.
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Lavi blinked, suddenly finding himself laying on his back, gazing up at a bright blue sky. A faint breeze rustled around him, and he could feel the shifting grass brushing against his exposed skin, the heat of the sun above warming his body. For a moment, all he could do was lay there and ponder what had happened. What had he been doing? Where had he been going? He blinked again and suddenly there was a girl in his line of sight, with long black hair pulled into pigtails, the strands appearing to shimmer dark green in the light. He blinked again. That wasn't right. There wasn't a girl with him before. Who?
The old man! Lavi sat straight up, prompting the girl to stumble backwards with a shocked gasp, looking around for his master, for the man simply referred to as Bookman. He was a graying old fart that was teaching him how to record the secret histories of the world, the truth behind everything that was happening. But a glance in front of him revealed that the aging man wasn't sitting in front of him, puffing on a pipe. A small fire burned happily instead, trails of dark smoke disappearing into the air above it.
Where was he?
Lavi spun around to look, his hand slipping in something wet and sticky. He first saw the pool of red around his fingers before he followed the crimson trail to its obvious source, a man dressed in chain mail that had obviously been hacked to pieces, body parts scattered carelessly across the mossy stones. Blood dripped from the tip of an equally bloodied blade held in the hands of a man more covered in blood than clean, staring down at him with a stony expression. Lavi supposed the male would have looked beautiful (and quite obviously Asian, possibly Japanese if he had to guess based on the katana in his hand) if he wasn't drenched. At the moment, though, he looked nothing short of demonic.
Lavi yelped and stumbled backwards, narrowly avoiding dropping his ass in the fire, only for the other male to scoff at his behavior and the girl to giggle behind a raised hand. Just who the hell are these people?! The bloodied male was still staring at him, a murderous look behind his dark eyes, and Lavi didn't dare look away. A memory stuttered in his mind, something about watching the other man's behavior, but it disappeared before he could fully grasp it. He had a feeling that he was forgetting a great many other details as well, but for the life of him, he couldn't focus enough to remember.
"Kanda, stop it. He's obviously terrified. I highly doubt he's a threat," the girl admonished, tossing an unamused look toward the sword wielder. Sucking in a breath, she continued, purple eyes glancing momentarily toward the bloody corpse before locking with the other man's again, "And did you have to kill that guy now? We could have ignored him, and he wouldn't have been an issue."
The man identified as Kanda extended his hand toward the fire, growling, "He would have betrayed us either way. I was just saving us the trouble of dealing with him later."
Lavi watched in confusion as Kanda reached for the flames, knowing that his mouth was gaping in shock when the other man's hand passed through the fire and that same energy washed over him, cleansing his clothing and weapon of the blood staining them. He had half expected the man to burn or to catch on fire, but instead, it was like he hadn't just brutally hacked someone to death. Lavi realized then that his earlier assessment of the male had been correct. He was beautiful in a deadly sort of way, long black hair (or was it dark blue), pulled into a tight tail on his head, his frame lithe and athletic. In fact, he seemed to match in splendor to the girl also standing in front of him. Lavi found himself unable to say who was prettier, but he knew to keep his observation to himself. He didn't want to tempt the other man into cutting him up, too.
Kanda glared at him again before turning away and sitting on a raised stone. There was enough rounding to the mossy blocks that Lavi's mind instantly noticed the different look, wondering, but being unable to see from his angle, if that was an old well. Kanda was pointedly looking away, his katana resting across his hips, but Lavi had a feeling he was listening to them as well as watching their surroundings.
The girl shifted in front of him with a sigh before looking down at him, a slightly apologetic smile gracing her lips. "Don't worry about him. He's just grouchy." Kanda scoffed but didn't say anything. "I'm Lenalee," she offered her hand to Lavi, dainty fingers outstretched in welcome. He slid his hand into hers, noting just how much his palm dwarfed hers, before she tugged him to his feet.
She's a lot stronger than she looks!
She looked like she weighed all of a hundred pounds and wore black leather armor that left nothing to the imagination, so the fact that she could drag him to his feet with one hand nearly had him tripping and falling into her, shocked at her strength. When he straightened, he towered above her nearly a foot, making her look even smaller. Kanda was stiff where he sat (and yes, he was right, that was a well), eyeing them both. Lavi noticed that the other male was tense, seemingly ready to move. But why? He wasn't a threat.
"While we wait for Allen, why don't you tell us who you are?" Lenalee suggested, breaking the tension between the two men. Lavi's gaze snapped back to hers. She seemed warm and welcoming, but he couldn't help but to notice a more subtle tension running through her frame. It was almost like with Kanda, but not as overt. She was ready for a fight. But why?
"My name is Lavi." He glanced around the little clearing, brows furrowing. The place was a ruin, overrun with grass and mossy stones, all of them surrounding the cheery little flame in the center. There was enough space that a dozen people could keep warm by the fire, but none of that told him anything about where they were. He felt himself drawing a blank before redirecting his gaze to Lenalee. "I was with my master, but now I'm not. Have you seen an old guy around? With black make-up around his eyes? Kinda looks like a panda?"
Lenalee's face scrunched up into a frown as she visually pondered his question. She responded, "No, he doesn't sound familiar. I'm sorry." Lavi sighed, letting his shoulders droop. He didn't know why that simple answer sent his heart spiraling or filled him with dread. Something was wrong, but he couldn't place what it was. A soft pat on his shoulders pulled him from his thoughts, and he met Lenalee's soft gaze. "We can try to find him, if that would make you feel better."
"Are you fucking serious?" Kanda snarled from where he was sitting, eyes alight with fury. Lenalee glared at him, but the other man kept going. "Why the fuck are you offering that? We have a mission to complete, and it's not to help him!"
Lenalee was still glaring as she snapped back, "Because there's nothing wrong with offering a little bit of hope, Kanda! And besides," she crossed her arms over her chest, standing straighter as she faced the other male, "Allen would want to help."
"Of course, he fucking would. He's a bleeding-heart lunatic." Kanda muttered back before turning away. Lavi didn't know what to think about his words or his actions, but he was grateful that it seemed that the danger had passed for the moment.
Lenalee offered him another apologetic smile before sitting on a broken mossy pillar with her back to Kanda and patting the space beside her. He took it, despite that act placing the girl on his right and the side of his face covered by an eyepatch. He could still see her, it wasn't like his eye was injured, it was just something that he wore. Another memory stuttered and died. He wondered why he was wearing an eyepatch, but before he could fully contemplate removing it, something deep inside him cautioned him against taking it off. He couldn't remember why that was important.
In the meantime, his gaze drifted towards the mangled corpse and the blood seeping into the ground even though he tried to look away. It was messy and violent, even in its aftermath. Something about the image burned in his mind, but the memory faded before it could fully take root. Part of him wondered what Kanda meant when he said that this guy would have betrayed them later, but ultimately, it didn't really matter. Not like he would ever be meeting the dead guy now to ask, anyways.
"So," Lenalee began, scattering his wayward thoughts. "What brought you and your master here?"
It was such an innocent question and was supposed to be an easy question to answer, but Lavi found that he didn't have a response. His mind was blank. He barely remembered his own name even if referring to himself as Lavi felt…new. Somehow. A lot of his own history was simply gone, like it had never happened. Deep down, he was surprised that he even remembered the old man. Bookman would be so disappointed, but why?
Licking his lips, he replied, "I…don't remember." Lenalee's eyes narrowed in what appeared to be concern. "I know my name and that I travel with Bookman. I know that we record the secret history of the world. But…I don't remember anything else." Kanda seemed to stiffen at his declaration, but he didn't turn around. Why? Even Lenalee seemed to be resisting the urge to slide away from him, her small frame tense by his side.
Why? Why? Why?
It was then that a large flapping of wings suddenly sounded, seeming to echo around the ruins. It tossed up a windstorm, sending his red hair flapping around his head. It was so violent that he was surprised his headband hadn't blown off his head, that his orange scarf hadn't choked him. But while he stood in confusion, fearful of what was coming, he noticed that both Kanda and Lenalee didn't seem perturbed. They were as relaxed as they had been just moments ago, a small smile resting on the girl's face.
A large crow was circling from above before it descended toward the small fire. Its claws appeared to be clutching something, and when it swooped down from the skies, it dropped what it had been holding before flying off. Lavi couldn't help but to jump again, leaping out of the way of the crow. Then the ball of white stood, revealing itself to be a white-haired boy wearing black pants and a white shirt with a cape and hood, a red scar over his left eye. Both eyes were silver, but it looked like the left eye was more golden in appearance, but then again, maybe it was just the sunlight.
"Sorry I'm late," he apologized with a soft smile, looking at Lenalee.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
I haven't seen many dark souls crossover stories that had any length to them and none for D Gray Man, and I only found a few for Bloodborne. Makes me kinda sad but also happy that this'll be one of the few in existence thus far. Who knows, maybe this will spark an idea in someone else and we'll start building this crossover idea?
I'm going to be taking some liberties with weapons and the various magics and may end up creating new zones by the time this crossover reaches its first conclusion. We'll see. Either way, I hope I can recreate the feel of Dark Souls. I loved and beat the first game, beat the second game (dual wielding for the win), and then sucked so hard I never got into the third one (lol). Maybe someday I'll try the 3rd one out again, but I'm not much of a gamer anymore. I tend to stick to the easier things.