I've done it...I'VE DONE IT!

Ladies and gents, boys and girls, I have successfully improved this chapter and elevated it to one of my BEST works of writing.

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In case you guys didn't notice, I am extremely proud of how this chapter came together. The characters, the flow and the inspiration just came outta no where for this re-write and I couldn't be more excited to put it out there.

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Snowflakes danced and sprinkled across the empty void of the night sky.

"It hurts…"

"It's fun!"

With his vision taken away, all he comprehended was darkness, pain and the warmth of blood that coated his body with every death delivered. The sound of clashing blades and the tearing of skin alongside a violent symphony of grunts and snarls.

He lost himself in it all. Funnily enough, there was no other alternative left but to lose himself to it. The pain, the death, the destruction, these were his muses that filled him with inspiration. It was too much for a sane mind to handle and so he was left with but the decision to cast aside a bit of his own sanity along the way, leaving only enough to allow him to grin from ear to ear and try to hang on to the thought of those waiting for him.

"It's too much! Stop it!"

"Heh, heh, too much? Psh. Nonsense!"

Kaylen's roars of maniacal laughter echoes off the walls of the crumbling buildings the air as he wildly dances between the monsters coming from every direction.

The clashing of swords and screams echoed like a symphony of death in Kaylen's ears. He fought with a ferocity known only to the insane, swinging wildly at the endless tides of undead that assailed him with relentless ferocity. Around him, the ground was stained with fetid sludge and ichor from the undead horde he had slain, yet they kept coming, never ending and never tiring. The crow demons shrieked in deranged glee above Kaylen's head, their obsidian claws reaching towards him hungrily as they descended from the skies.

With weapons extending outward from his hands like physical manifestations of his wrath, Kaylen ruthlessly cuts through the enemy; heads roll, limbs fly, organs spill onto the ground and he revels in the carnage left behind as he insanely sought out his next victim.

But whether he acknowledge it or not, this was simply too much to bear.

It was no understatement to say that he was pushing his body beyond its limits. His screams echoed through the battlefield as his body suffered wave after wave of torture; feeling nothing but searing agony radiating along his scorched flesh. Even in his maddened attempt to fight through it, there was only so much physical strain the human body was capable of enduring before it ceased entirely.

To him, every movement was suffering, every strike came with rippling torment through his body like molten metal branding him all over. He should have been long dead by now, yet somehow he endured, refusing to succumb to his attackers and their harrowing onslaught. His whole being seemed to shriek in defiance of death despite the torture that wracked his weary frame.

The motion of the battle was a violent tangle of limbs and blood and fire. The air was a vacuum of howling and teeth and pain. The sound of battle was the clanging of metal and the screams of the dying. The squelch of a dry tongue in his throat, his grunts and roars as he fought through the cacophony of gurgling and muffled screams, the crunch of bone and the rending of the flesh upon his blades.

Soon enough, he could feel something deep within his soul endeavoring to haul him back to sanity as he plunged further into the depths of madness to cope with the suffering he endured. Doing everything it can to keep him from the brink, it showed him things. Things he couldn't possibly spare even an instant of thought to make sense of.

He had to keep moving, had to keep fighting. keep struggling against his demise. Abandon thoughts of "where" or "Who", and just keep fighting.

As his mind began to break further and further, Kaylen was forced to cast aside the thought of ever having an end to it all, instead replacing it with an unquenchable hunger for battle. That was all that remained. A never-ending cycle of bloodshed, a single soul forever lost in the abyss of violence and hatred. His wild laughter piercing the air with an eerie, desperate sound as if screaming for someone - anyone - to come and release him from this unending hell.

The monsters swarmed him from every corner of existence, seeking to consume him where he stood. Whenever a limit was reached, he would feel his muscles tightening around his bones like a vice, his magic pushing them to the brink and making them rip themselves apart in the process. He was voracious, a Hound of Death unleashed upon this world with no fear and no mercy, knowing only a frenzied hunger to kill and run rampant.

He fought through realms both seen and unseen with reckless abandon, striking down those that took up arms against him without hesitation. The chill air tasted of blood and ashes as he made his way through ancient ruined cities and forgotten tombs, his feet crushing the bones of giants beneath him.

He fought in landscapes known only to divine beings from centuries past, their immortal forms reduced to dust beneath Kaylen's rage.

He waged a war in the fading memories of forgotten titans, just out of sight from a voracious sister whose ambition and want of power knew no bounds.

And he plunged deep into the void of the abyss, where life unseen stared out from the shadows at him; a twisted carnival of grotesque and incomprehensible creatures that stalked their prey in the silence of nothingness.

The creatures crawled over him, enveloping him within moments. Nipping and gnawing at his flesh, they tried to rip him apart. The pain is unbearable, but he returns it tenfold by tearing them apart limb by limb. He crushes underfoot those that swarm his feet and bites into those that come near his mouth.

"Come on! Come and get me!" Kaylen decries in his insanity

"We won't last like this," A voice deep within, that sounded strangely like his own, pleads with him.. "Fighting so blindly in the darkness, no matter how strong you become, will only end in your own destruction."

Kaylen's grip on reality weakens as the creatures continue to swarm him, but he refuses to back down. He swings his fists wildly, punching through flesh and bone with all his might.

A searing pain ripped through his body as he felt something sharp drive its way into the small of his back, just moments before an overwhelming force seemed to crush him from within as something malicious entered his throat. He was consumed with agony, his reflexes heightening and pushing him to react faster and strike harder.

"You have to listen! We'll be stsconsumedbozl utterly! " the voice implored more desperately, with a bit of his word transitioning from a plea to a strangled shriek. The words tumbled forth in an incomprehensible cacophony of distorted syllables and frenzied scratching noises. A maddening discord unlike anything ever heard by human ears before, something never meant to be heard or comprehended by a mortal mind. It felt as if someone was breaking into his mind and ripping away at the edges of sanity until they were nothing but jagged shards. A dreadful void beyond all hopes of comprehension.

"UUUUGH!" Kaylen roared in agony, his teeth gritted and his body shuddering as a cold, relentless pain ripped through him. His soul carving into these unknowable and unutterable words that didn't exist and defying the indescribable torture knowing them brought, without realizing it he was forcing his being to make their power his own on pure instinct.

But this feeble attempt was enough to send him into the yawning chasm of oblivion. In his state of delirium, he felt a sinister life force throbbing, pounding against his chest like a hammer. Vast and inescapable, the depths of the abyss started to conquer him and despite all his efforts, there was no way that he could break free from its crushing grasp.

The darkness of the void burrowed deep inside his soul; gorging on every emotion and ounce of strength that he possessed.

He could feel them now, the abominations slithering around him, their sickening forms of filth and their gnashing fangs piercing his skin. Kaylen felt an all-encompassing dread engulf him as he faced the horde before him. He was losing himself, his mind and body consumed by the shadow of despair.

He wasn't dying…he was being corrupted. Violated. Changed into something else.

Then a voice called out from within, seemingly distant yet so close. "I know you can hear me! Don't give in, this isn't how our story ends. You need to remember what's at stake – Remember your promise!"

The word 'promise' reverberated through Kaylen's head –it brought to mind a memory that seemed important, something he had sworn to protect no matter the cost. Fighting against the darkness surrounding him, he steeled himself to remember what it was exactly.

There was...a woman.

He could feel her presence, as if the very memory of her had summoned her ethereal spirit from the depths of his mind. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame in the darkness, his wide eyes searching the void for any hint of her silhouette. Like an apparition, she emerged from nothingness, a vision of beauty that entranced him with its mystery.

The woman's smile seemed to light up the darkness, her blonde locks glowed like rays of sun in the night. She embraced him tightly, gratitude and relief radiating from her all over. He was mesmerized by her beauty, it seemed to be too pure to be true even as her hands wrapped around him. God, she was beautiful when she smiled.

Soon enough, another woman stood before him and he felt his heart flutter. She was a goddess. His goddess. Her black hair cascaded down her back and enormous wings stretched out from her shoulders, emanating an aura of surreal beauty. He knew with certainty that her love for him ran deep, even if her words would often scold him like an idiot for one thing or another.

And even still, there was one more woman-a dragon-blooded tower of white fur and pristine hair. A lifetime spent being seen as a monster had taken its toll on her, and while she feared allowing others in, he had managed to break through her icy walls and into her heart. By trusting him, she learned to see herself not as the terrifying creature that other believed her to be, but rather for who she truly was. Just someone who wishes to love and be loved.

He saw all these women he cared for, he remembered what they all meant to him and he remember his promise to keep them safe and not let them suffer.

He promised...

He promised!

"Listen to me! You can't just lay down and die! You need-"

"GRR, SHUT UP ALREADY!" Kaylen shouted across the depths of the abyss, having heard more than enough of the voice complaining in his ear.

BWOOOOSH

A scorching wall of fire roared higher and higher, carrying Kaylen forward with an unstoppable force. Heaving his body through the air, he crashed into a horde of monster's unseen, slashing and hacking at their numbers like a wildfire that could not be contained. The bodies piled high around him as he tore through them with razor-sharp precision, unhindered by their number or ferocity.

He felt his pyromancy course through his veins, enveloping his body in a protective shell that burned harder and brighter with every enemy he faced. The pain lancing across his flesh was forgotten completely; the only thing he could feel was pure determination and resolve from the depths of his soul, driving him to fight for what mattered.

"You think I don't remember?!" he shouted wildly as he forced himself onward, taking back little pieces of his heart that had been taken away far too soon. "I don't need reminders! I know why I fight! I know why I won't stop!" With one last powerful lunge, Kaylen dove into the darkness, determined to pull himself up from its depths and reclaim everything it had taken from him.

He moved like a ghost, a blur of motion and steel as he dispatched his foes one by one. He swung dual blades in tandem with a grace reserved for the gods themselves, each strike more precise and deadly than the last.

Soon enough, he came upon one that was sturdier than the rest. Stronger. Heavier.

His weapons shattered as they struck its massive, armored exterior as Kaylen swing each one with all his might and evaded the swings of a weapon that was larger than his entire body.

The stalemate between them was short lived; with a snarl of annoyance, the Prophet clenched his teeth. Suddenly, illusions in his likeness appeared high in the sky, all holding spheres of dark pyromancy in their hands. With a single thought they all plummeted down upon the creature and unleashed an eruption of flame so fierce that it incinerated the beast in mere seconds.

The creature fell. But there could be no celebration. Even as he hastily laid hands upon the beasts weapon, a massive steel sword, from the earth at his feet and imprinted it upon his soul, Kaylen did not feel as if he was victorious.

He felt as if he was standing on the edge of a great chasm; one that wished to consume him, yet also offered a strange familiarity. The great abyss seemed so vast and powerful, threatening to devour and defile him entirely—but at the same time, part of him felt as if he somehow belonged here, as if recognizing for the first time his reflection had been gazing back all along. The terror and need to fight was soon accompanied by the feeling of him being irresistibly drawn in by something, as if the mirror itself was trying to tell him a secret.

"Yes! Yes! We're so close. You can feel it, just like I can. It is what we have been searching for all this time. Accept me now. It is what we-" The voice spoke in a tone of excitement and desire.

"...Who are you?" Kaylen questioned mentally at last.

"You know who I am! You've always known! Even now, you're using but a crumb of what dwells within. But it's not enough! You NEED to accept me! You will see if you just accept me within. Don't you understand that?!" the tone of the voice shifted between anger and elation in rapid succession.

"I...know you?..." Kaylen said lowly. In a split second, his eyes hardened and any trace of hesitation evaporated from his form.

There was no "how" to what he did next, for it went beyond the confines reason and was done through a combination of instinct and impulse rather than true intent. Though a small part of his being screamed for him to turn back, Kaylen gathered the entirety of his resolve and stepped over an unseen threshold he knew was before him.

The darkness seemed to close in around him, enveloping him in its cold embrace until nothing remained save for the empty void between truth and lies.

Somewhere further beyond, in a place closer to the realm of "truth", he felt that he was still fighting. Still clawing his way through the hordes that came for him, still cutting them all down one by one. Yet deep in the confines of the realm of the "lie", he felt that someone else had crossed the threshold just as he did. Awaiting him within the shadows of the crossroads where the two planes conflicted.

As Kaylen huffed, bled and struggled amidst his battle, he continued to grow in strength. The more he struggled, the stronger he became to overcome what was before him…and just as well, whoever the voice belonged to grew with each passing moment to match his own, and suddenly Kaylen was aware of a rising tension that clashed between them both like lightning.

"Why? Why do you fight that which gives you power even now?!" shouted the voice in his head furiously. "We're so close. Closer than ever before. Yet you still refuse to accept what is beyond the veil? I know you feel me. You feel the truth beyond the façade, it is why we are here!"

"Christ on a crutch, do you ever have anything freaking positive to add?" Kaylen interrupted with clear irritation through ragged breaths. "I'm sick of hearing you drone on and on about "truth" this, or "Beyond the veil" that. Here's a idea; Where are all the voices in my head that constantly remind me of things I actually wanna hear about? Where are my visions of Velka's thighs, Anna's chest, or Pricilla's everything, huh?"

"…."

"Oh, hell no, you don't get to go all quite on me now. And if you won't come to me...I'll come to YOU!"

Suddenly, the darkness trembled for a moment before splitting apart begins to part. Exposing what looked to be a reflection of Kaylen himself standing in place with no small amount of surprise written on his face.

"H-…How did you-?"

"What's the matter, bud? Now that I actually wanna talk, you wanna scurry off and hide. *Huff* What gives? I thought you were hungry for attention?" Kaylen said through labored breaths as what was surely an unnatural amount of his blood spilled into the darkness at his feet. "Get it through you head, jackass. Whatever part of me you think you are, don't think you can decide who or what I'm supposed to become just because it's convenient for you. This my life. And I'm not giving any of to you. Furthermore," he gestures to the pool of his own blood on the floor, " Don't even think of touching any of this. It's all mine. If anything happens to it, you're gonna hear some complaints."

With this comment said, Kaylen walks forward with a small slump, his exposed skin growing paler as he neared, while his blood seemed to grow darker until it looked like ink in the shadows that followed him. This black ichor courses through his veins as he draws closer to the thing that wears his face, pulsing slower and heavier than the crimson that dwelled within him before. He understands what must be done—he had to face this being; obtain the answer to a question he never knew he had.

But hatred does not fill him. No, instead Kaylen stands in awe and admiration of this mirror image of himself. It form begins to alter in time with its own as he nears it—a seething transformation fueled by the understanding of their connection, an incomprehensible link between two connected forces.

The thing shifts forms again and again until it becomes unrecognizable but for its eyes—two infinite pits that hold more secrets than Kaylen can ever fathom. Its gaze is heavy with confusion and concern, yielding a strange comfort to the man who once bore its face. A comforting darkness envelops them both, deeper and darker than before, as they share an unfathomable bond that neither could have anticipated.

The thing spoke in a timid, fearful voice. "You…You don't know what you're doing. This isn't how we're meant to be. This isn't right….You accepted me before. When we thought our time was up, we were finally on the same page - why can't you just accept me like before?"

The fear and despair emanating from it was palpable. It felt like a helpless child, begging with pleading eyes.

"So what are you going to do, huh? You can't be without me any more than I could be without you. So what's your intention? Throw me back into that dark corner of your mind? Pretend I'm just some voice in your head?"

Kaylen's gaze hardened as he replied firmly, "You don't get it all. Whatever you are, whatever part of me you might be, I'm not going to just tuck you away or ignore you anymore…"

Both of their hands ignite in the blazing flame of their pyromancy unison, the frenzied heat quickly rushing upon both of their bodies and enveloping them in their entirety.

"….I'm going to surpass you. Surpass whatever thing you think it is we're meant to be. And to do that, I'll need to acknowledge you."

Kaylen's words reverberated through the dark, echoing with defiance and strength. It felt as if a thousand eyes were upon him, scrutinizing every move he made, ready to pounce at any sign of weakness. He pressed forward, determined to take control of his fate and the destiny of those around him.

"This discord between us ends now." Kaylen declared with the resolve to show that he meant it, but still carrying the gentle tone of consoling his other half. "No more hiding, no more games. We're going to fight together and protect everyone on my terms, understand?"

His dark eyes burned with an intensity that left no doubt of his intent.

"Kaylen stays and the thing inside him obeys. You got a problem with that?"

At this, the silence between them was suffocating. A cold, palpable energy seemed to pulse through the air like a living entity. Suddenly, the dark reflections form began to crawl and move as if it had a mind of it's own. It began to take shape and settle upon a form- humanoid figure with no face, comprised of an ever-shifting mass of fleshy darkness. Its movements were slow and deliberate, yet as if guided by an unseen force.

"…so that's what you choose. To see me, but reject what we are. Heh, heh, heh, madness." the shade chuckled as the shape of a smile appeared where it's mouth would have been if it had a face. Its skeletal face and elongated hands spoke volumes about the twisted nature of its being. Even it very voice seemed to carry the sound of a thousand others speaking in unison. "Very well then. You're the one with the final say between us anyway. We'll abide by you're will, but we'll be watching...Oh, yes, believe me when I say we're watching."

It snickered wickedly as it spoke its malicious words. As if it was spewing out a reminder of a dreadful joke that Kaylen had long since forgotten.

"But hear me now, and let my words sink into the marrow of your bones. Our trust is a precious commodity, one that should not be risked on a mere whim or fancy. Trust too easily and you will find yourself ensnared in a trap of your own making, with no hope of escape. And when it comes to those we love, those we cherish...If fate should take them from us, we will both be cast into an endless sea of nightmares and despair from which there can be no escape."

The creature's words seemed to coil around Kaylen, dripping like venom. He could feel their power, the weight of them in the air.

But Kaylen paid no heed in it. He refused to accept the idea of those closest to him facing death. He would not let it manifest in his mind, as if he alone had the power to deny its possibility. He declared that they would survive and be protected because he was there to shield them. Now was the time for him to take control and show that his words were true.

With that, Kaylen took a step forward, his eyes fixed steadily on the dark reflection standing before him. "Geez, I didn't realize my inner voice was such a total wimp. As if I would let fear or darkness or whatever else stop me from caring about those around me. Who I trust, who I love...these are my decisions to make."

Extended his hand towards the shadowy figure. His eyes shone with an intense light as he spoke in a voice filled with confidence.

"So shut up and let's protect them together."

The creature's deep-set eyes widened in surprise as Kaylen extended his hand, as if caught off guard by his resolve to choose his own path. Its long, slender fingers hovered in the air for a moment before cautiously taking hold of his, a gesture that seemed to require an almost human level of trust.

"Hmph. I suppose there's no saving an idiot from himself."

And so it was that the two would come together. Their hands clasped together and power surged between them in a raging tempest of chaotic forces that drowned the shadows in primal energy. This battle was one of wills, each trying to assert their dominance while knowing deep down inside who would eventually triumph. It was a frenzied duel where each being clashed against the other, pushing and pulling and yet strangely connecting—an imperfect union between the self and the other until finally...

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...the wind sank into his cracked skin, freezing every inch of his flesh as his wheezing breaths slashed open the wounds inside his lungs like hot knives. Agony wracked his body and mind like a storm. Each movement was met with fiery pain that seemed to ignite his veins with every breath he took. His lungs burned as if they were still on fire, while his internal organs felt as though they were being seared all over again. As the realization of having arrows piercing his back dawned upon him, pain cascaded like waves crashing against the sand, threatening to consume him whole.

More and more blood oozed out of Kaylen's charred flesh, dripping like honey down his exhausted frame...

...until it reached the neck of the dreaded Red Phantom, of which Kaylen held tightly with his right hand.

Despite its struggles, Kaylen held a vice grip on the red invaders throat, enforced by powerful sorcery that gave him absolute control over his body and an unbreakable grip. Making any attempt by the Phantom to break free a vain effort.

Kaylen's eyes widened in realization and pure hatred as he came to grips with who the figure before him was. With a fierce snarl, a blade of magic materialized in his hand and he drove it deep into the phantom's body. It frantically clawed at his arm, trying to break free as its screams filled the air with an agonizing chorus.

Kaylen's attack was more than violent, it was savage. He hacked the phantom with an intensity that breached bone and drove the blade deep into flesh. Blood spilled in rivers as he slashed relentlessly, before finally raising his weapon one last time and thrusting with all his force directly into the phantoms throat.

With his body reduced to mincemeat and a new hole in its windpipe, the Phantoms efforts of resistance were less than futile at this point. It gagged silently, trying to gasp for a breath of air that would never come. Clawing at Kaylen's arms uselessly, it used to last breath trying to choke out words from the pool of blood that seeped into its throat. Words that would never reach anyone's ears.

Kaylen's heart raced as he felt the life force of his enemy ebb away and diminish. He knew killing someone like this shouldn't be something he should be proud of, but all that filled him upon the Phantoms death was an immense wave of relief and satisfaction, rather than guilt or shame.

"*Huff* Good riddance, *Huff* you piece of shit." Kaylen muttered between breaths, finally releasing his grip and slumping upon his knees as he tried his best to control his breathing. Exhaustion began to seep into every pore, and he acknowledged that would only be capable of moving if he applied his sorcery to his body again.

He gaze crawled down at his ravaged body and was met with the sight of deep, dark red blood coating it like a second skin. Buried beneath the wetness were pieces of what looked to be jagged obsidian protruding all across his flesh, covering not only his burns but also the arrows protruding from his arms - as if it had formed a protective layer over his body.

His eyelids felt heavier by the second, and for a moment he thought he might pass out. Exhaustion washed over him as he examined the strange protrusions all over his body.

Black Iron Flesh
A raging inferno surges through the body as the Black Flame of the Goddess of Sin is internalized.

Waves of heat swell up in an insatiable hunger and envelop the flesh, hardening it into a shell of obsidian iron. Arrows and small weapons bounce harmlessly off its sheen, but will offer little protection against more powerful arms.

Invading deep within and tearing through veins and muscle, this pyromancy will go beyond the boundaries of life to stave off death. But beware, those with a lack of willpower will inevitably be consumed by this flame.

Untrue Notched Whip
A whip covered in sharp spikes that is composed of pure sorcery. With each thought commanding it with deadly accuracy, the powerful instrument is always poised and ready to wreak havoc at a moment's notice.

Only slightly effective against armor and tough scales, but quite formidable against enemies with exposed skin. With the right application, it might be the most advantageous weapon of them all.

Jeremiah realized too late that he had made a grave mistake in challenging the Prophet Kaylen. Finding that his Notched Whip had been replicated and used against him with brutal efficiency. Truthfully, though he was guilty of many things, Jerimiah could not fathom what he had done to anger such a foe and be hunted like an animal.

Untrue Magic Greatsword

A replica of one of the gigantic straight Greatswords.

The original form of this massive greatsword held such incredible weight and power that few actually had what it took to wield it. However, through the art sorcery, it's weight it greatly reduced and it can now be commanded with nothing more than a thought.

One of the a favored weapon of the Berenike knights, known for their heavy armor and Black Iron Tarkus, became profoundly more dangerous once the Prophet; Kaylen, had killed one of their order and used his sorcery to mimic the weapons form and might.

Mirage Unleashed

Pyromancy formed when the Prophet of Demacia, Kaylen, went mad within the Painted world.

Infuses one's Mirage decoys with the power of Pyromancy, making their flames as potent as the original wielders.

Trapped within the Painted World, Kaylen experienced torment and agony. But this suffering granting him the ability to further pass on his flame to his surroundings. All the better reduce the creatures that swarmed him to ash.

Kaylen looked away from the explanations with a sigh, not even bothering to wonder how he managed to learn any of these things.

He the surveyed the cold wasteland before him, a sea of corpses stretching as far as his weary eyes could see. The blood-soaked battleground was now a graveyard of the unburied, with ripped and scattered limbs piled atop one another like an ode to its grisly past. The crushed snow had turned a garish shade of scarlet, its once pristine wintery white now a smeared reminder of the massacre that unfolded here.

Everywhere Kaylen looked there were bodies of undead and demons, all mutilated by his own hands. He could barely remember how long or how hard he'd fought against them, or even the location of this carnage - it was all a blur induced by the madness he'd plunged in to. And he didn't even want to think on how much of he saw was real and how much of it was just things brought on by his insanity.

Suddenly, the snarls of more undead sounded off in the distance. But they were so far away that he barely acknowledged hearing them coming. Probably stranglers that were drawn in from further within the Paintings confines.

"Get up. No time to sit around." a voice of a faceless being whispered calmly in his ear out from just outside his line of vision. Though Kaylen did not bother to look at the being directly, he knew that it's voice was real and replied with but a small sigh of annoyance at being told what to do.

"Oh, majestic voice in my head...could you reign in the sass and maybe be less of dick by rushing me? It's not like I'm the top of my- " Kaylen's words stop shot as the Red Phantom's body began to dissipate beneath him and leave behind a strange black light upon the ground. Looking upon it with confusion, the Prophet examined the thing to figure out what it was.

Humanity
Rare tiny black sprite found on corpses.

Use to gain 1 humanity and restore a large amount of HP.

This black sprite is called humanity, but little is known about its true nature. If the soul is the source of all life, then what distinguishes the humanity we hold within ourselves?

Seeing this, Kaylen's eye's widened before he quickly took hold of the humanity sprit and crushed in in his hand.

…..

The searing pain of his wounds subsided almost immediately, the gaping gashes that riddled his body mended in a matter of seconds and his memories came back to him in an instant.

The memories flooded his mind like an avalanche. Every encounter, every monster he had faced, and every person he had helped on his journey in Lordran surged through him. He remembered everyone—Oscar, Siegmeyer, Solaire, Reah—and the countless battles he'd endured to keep them safe. The knowledge of Lordran and its secrets swelled within him, until even the gods seemed powerless before his comprehension of it all. And then it struck Kaylen like a thunderclap that he had somehow made Crossbreed Priscilla fall for him. His eyes widened with shock and disbelief, his hands trembling as the reality of his accomplishments settled over him.

And then he exploded with a boisterous joy.

"WHOOOOOO! I am the man of the hour!" His glee was uncontainable, and he felt like the luckiest being alive. That is until his higher brain functions reminded him that he had kissed the Crossbreed inside the painting…the reality of how Velka would react to this realization sent him into an immediate state of panic. "Oooooh noooo…or do I mean YEEESSS?! Aaarrrrrrgghh Nooo! Wait...yes? Noooooo...wait YES! Oof, okay no!...YES! Err no!…no wait, it is YES!"

He wavered between complete joy and utter dread while pondering Priscilla's interest in him. Eventually he managed to pull himself together and refocus on his wardrobe.

Kaylen's eyes lit up like the stars when he noticed his newest purchase. He grinned from ear to ear and checked himself out all over.

"Ahahahahah! Holy smokes, I'm the bee's knees. This Velka Set is nothing short of edgy cosplay greatness! OOOoooooh and this cloak is perfection! Everyone knows that a good cape is the key to looking cool and commanding respect!" Kaylen exclaimed in between snickers. He briefly paused to suppress any memories of his humanity being sapped away before grimacing from the arrows still lodged into his body. They didn't pierce far thank to his new pyromancy protecting him, but they did sting a bit. "Ow. That's not fun. But more importantly, that jerk Gwyndolin sent me to the painted world trying to kill me! I mean, sure, it lead to saving Priscilla, but still, Gwyny-pooh is definitely getting a knuckle sandwich when I finally get my hands on him. Plus, after all that I'd say it's only fair if I take his sun helmet as a trophy."

Kaylen felt power surging through his veins as he wiped away the still-damp coating of blood that lingered upon his body. His biceps bulged as he stretched his limps a bit to work out the tightness that remained in them, and with a quick snap of his fingers he conjured up two spiked whips, each of which that immediately snaked throughout his body and allowed him perfect control of himself.

However, just as he was about to take his strides towards the looming tower that held the exit, he caught sight of figure whose body was composed of fleshy darkness and whose head sported no face at his side. Taking quick note of the figure's inhuman appearance, something told the Prophet that what he was seeing was no more real than a dream.

"Be careful…" the figure warned solemnly.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. No need to worry so much" The prophet replied with a grin plastered on his face. "Once I'm through with Gwyndolin, you and me are gonna to have long chat about...whatever the heck it is that you are. So be prepared when I come calling, not-very-attractive-yet-hopefully-benevolent me."

With that, a charged hush descended between the two, both sizing up the other with an intense gaze. One confident and smirking, his eyes alight with a glow of hope, while the other statuesque and stoic, barely registering as anything more than a faceless silhouette.

It was a strange feeling for the both of them to see one another in such a way. Kaylen felt as if he somehow had sacrificed a part of himself to equalize the two halves of his soul, granting a little room for the other side of his being to roam about in. It felt right...but not how it was supposed to be between them.

The atmosphere seemed to thicken as time passed like molasses, until it was broken by an agonizing sob that pierced through the oppressive stillness.

"…N-…Not…over…H…He'll…come…"

A broken, desperate voice whispered out in his mind, pulling at his being. Kaylen felt a reverberation in his very core - it was as though a gate had been opened deep within his soul, allowing him passage through should he wish to accept it.

Without another thought, he followed the faint call and allowed his being to walk through the unseen door that had opened for him.

The second his foot touched the other side, a shimmering blue greatsword materialized from thin air, blocking a Silver Knights blade that was mere moments away from ending Velka's life.

Within moments, his heart raced and the floodgates to his wrath opened wide as his eyes fell upon Velka - battered and bloodied, her broken body illuminated by the moonlight.

White-hot rage flooded through every vein as his magic flooded his surroundings until it fell upon the culprit who he knew had to have done the deep.

And so it was that Kaylen and Gwyndolin met for the second time, their reunion signifying the commencement of a great and terrible battle - the War in Heaven had begun.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAIT! WAIT A MINUTE!

I have words to say out of my mouth hole!

OKAY! Firstly, I have no idea where the inspiration for this chapters additions came from. All I could think is that I wanted to add more of everything and make it come off a grand event for Kaylen to experience. I wanted madness, insanity, bloody slaughter, different worlds, the abyss, humor, EVERYTHING. So I just threw it all together and added a little bit of spice to make it all fit.

So I hope you all enjoyed my nonsensical writing.

Secondly, I hope you all have your ideas for the entity that Kaylen has been talking too is, because Hot dog, am I swinging back and forth between ideas. The only solid thing that I wanted to convey is that Kaylen is NOT normal. His abilities are not coincidental, his essences that Priscilla is attracted too is not ordinary. He is the main protagonist and I want to elevate him to a statues that will be up there with "Chaos Beast Oscar".

How am I gonna do that?...I have literally no idea! All I know is that it's time that certain characters start reaching a level that is beyond that of the gods. The Kid power-up gloves have gotta come off!

And lastly, due a sudden surge of inspiration, I will be toying around with improving other chapters as well. After re-reading over the story, I am constantly thinking "I can do better than that". ESPECIALLY with some scenes with Priscilla, Yuria and-

norozco772- Hello again Supreme, Navarro here, just saw you recent entry in this story of yours. So to answer your questions my friend, well, in my honest opinion, for the 1st one, I guess she was in-between was & wasn't being ridiculous in not take Gwyndolin's catalyst, despite the fact that victory was being handed to her. 2nd, I think that the two gods attacks should've been a bit grander in scale. Lastly, I think that Kaylen appearing at the last 2nd does somewhat come off as somewhere in-between a bit too lackluster & not a bit too lackluster. So I think that's pretty much all the questions that I've answered for you, so I hope it helps. On that note, I wish you the best of luck on having a productive day in the morning, while working on the next chapter & keep up the good work buddy. ;)

-Oh yeah, I take this message as a challenge, my friend. I can't have Velka and Gwyndolin's confrontation be rated as "In-between". You want things grander in scale? Let me see what the heck I can do about that! ಠ_ಠ

But anyways, that's all I have to say this time around, ladies and gents.

As always, feel free to leave a review and tell me what you guys thought about this chapter of the story. I'm REALLY excited to hear what you guys thought of this chapter. Did Kaylen's plunge into madness not feel all that right? Did his other self feel a little too "Human" with it's interactions, instead of otherworldly? Should Kaylen have gained more impressive power for his efforts?

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. Hot dang, gents. I literally sat down for an hour brainstorming abilities for the Prophet, but couldn't think of much of any. If you got any to bounce my way, I wouldn't mind a few ideas to kickstart the hamster wheel in my head.

P.P.S. Crap, and that might go double for Velka Vs Gwyndolin. Velka is supposed to be the feared Goddess of Sin, but I'm somehow drawing a blank on her besides her coating her wings in magic. I know there's a goddang bubble of abilities I should be including, if I can just pop the idea bubble in my head. ಠ_ಠ

P.P.P.S. For those of you who don't know, the DarkSoulDerpEdition subbreddit has gained a TON of new fan art and grown to a whopping 55 members! This meaning I have grown in power! Stop on by and view the art (And add to my power) if ya want. :)