OKAY, OKAY, OKAY! I'M SORRY, LADIES AND GENTS, BUT I SIMPLY HAD TO INFORM YOU ALL OF THE APPARENT DESTINED RETURN OF MY STOLEN THINGS!

If you have no idea what I'm talking about, a few months back someone broke into my place and stole just about all my important stuff. Laptop, flatscreen, PS5, internet modem, ALL MY COOL SHIT! And I've been writing things up on my phone ever since.

But, holy christ, guess what I happen to find when a buddy of told me "Look in a pawn shop. Some of them have flatscreens sometimes"? That's right, ALL OF MY STUFF! XD

Apparently, whoever stole it, took it to a pawn shop like two blocks away from my place. If you can believe the idiocy of that! My flatscreen, my laptop and my PS5 were literally down the street. And I knew it was mine because the laptop had fanart and my password still on it.

So with one phone call to the police, I got it all returned to me! We're back in business, guys! No more freaking typing things out on my Iphone!

I'm can't wait to finally get to writing things a a better pace again. But just to give you guys something, I'll just put what I already put toghther for the next chapter here for you guys to enjoy.

(I was going to show a bit more of Chaos Lad Oscar when I was typing things on my phone, but now that I have my laptop back, I REALLY want to kepp the focus on Kaylen Vs Gwyndolin. So this may or may not even be used. But enjoy anyway, ladies and gents.)

Power.

Thats what he'd sought. What he'd killed for. What he'd slaughtered for.

And now...Now he has more than he could have ever dreamed of.

An aura of unbridled power pulses around his human form, which is chiseled with strength and steeled with resolve. His muscles ripple like the tides as he moves, every fiber honed to a sharp edge by the raging power that flows through his veins.

Curved horns branch out from his head in testament to his connection to the True Everlasting Dragon. His eyes glow with the furious light of chaos; crimson and gold flickers dance within them, reflecting the untamed might bestowed upon him by both Quelaag and Quelaan alike.

He could feel the raw power surging through his veins, beckoning him to embrace the beastly form that he kept hidden within himself. He knew that it was enough to rend Anor Londo and all its gods asunder- including that witch Velka- but he resisted, even as a maelstrom of untempered Chaos shrieked in defiance against his hesitation. Beneath the surface of his soul, that wellspring of power called out to him again and again; yet he kept it chained beneath the iron grip of his will.

As Oscar staggered up to the precipice, the heat of a molten lake of lava below washed over him. A maelstrom of madness that sought to take his mind. A light that blazed brightly within his being. His entire being trembled under the oppressive force as he heard a chaotic whisper reverberating through his soul, demanding his submission.

Yet Oscar refused to yield, instead clenching his fists at his sides and speaking out in defiance.

"I am no dog to be bent to your will." Oscar forces himself to face the light that shined within, the screaming of souls, the corrupted flame, the ceaseless discord. "You cannot corrupt or control me...but I hear your call. You are not purposeless. What is it you seek?"

In the present, in the past, he felt something of a wordless presence at his side. It's unseen claws reaching out in search of him.

He looked to the blazing light, and could not see. Too much, too bright, too powerful. The unreality of trying to comprehend it stunned him to the core. A hundred different impressions, all false, all true, raced through his mind.

And then, that thing, that untamed, furious thing deep within the light, saw him.

"Son," It said

"Defiler," it said.

"Pawn."

"Savior."

"Hope."

"Failure."

"Son."

"Liar."

"Thief."

"Betrayer".

"Oscar."

The roaring of the flame drowned out any chance of understanding, yet he felt every word. An invisible hand seemed to pull at his throat, making it hard to breath as the flame spoke and didn't speak all at once. He was lost in a sea of fire, comprehension ripped from him. The very concept of understanding a grievous harm against the equilibrium of time and being.

"Oscar of Astora." The raging tempest spoke his name, and it was as the violence a dying sun rains upon it's worlds. "Oscar...Oscar...Oscar..."

His name echoed down the wind of eternity, never ceasing, never reaching it's intended point. The sensation of many minds reached out to Oscar, violating his senses as they tried to commune, but then one mind seemed to come from the many, a raw, unbound power, and gave wordless commands to go out and save what they built. To destroy what they made. To save all that he could, to kill them. Contradictory impulses, all impossible to disobey, all the same, all different.

Soon enough, a myriad of unspeakable horrors greeted him. Sight of countless horrors greeted him, a frightening panoply of potential futures dependent on whether or not he chose to obey any, all or none of the conflicting orders. The weight of it all feeling like a crushing burden upon his heart.

"Enough!" he cried.

Thought battered him.

"Enough."

"Not enough."

"A thing."

"A name."

"Not a name."

"A fool. A tool. A pawn."

A great plan in ruins. An ambition unrealized. Power, too much power, coursed through Oscar; allowing him to gaze beyond himself and see things not meant to be perceived by mortal senses. Endless seas and dead skies, realties that remained still, races older than time, things too terrifying to be real, eroding his being as if he were nothing more than a grain of sand before a raging storm.

He could make out but the fragment of a single word.

"No. You...are not...my mother." Oscar willed internally, straining against the tempest the weight against him.

"Mother, not a mother. Thing, thing, thing," the minds said.

"Pinnacle."

"Victory,"

"Defeat,"

"Choose," it said.

"Fate,"

"Future,"

"Past,"

"Renewal. Despair. Decay."

And then, there seemed to be focusing, as if a great will exerted itself over the rest. It felt like the last desperate attempt before it was all over. The flames crackled and burned with piercing intensity, and the screams of dying innocents echoed throughout the temple, their cries rising in an ominous crescendo that only heralded more death and destruction.

"Oscar..." The voices overlaid, overlapped, became almost one, and Oscar had a fleeting memory of woman he could not recognize, shrouded in sorrow and tears. "...Hear me."

"Human touched by my daughters. Trusted with their flame. The light to save us all."

How those words burned him, worse than any fire, worse than any poison that could be delivered. They weren't lies, not entirely. It was worse than that.

They were conditional- a desperate last effort before hope was truly lost.

"Our last champion. Our last hope."

A final drawing in of power, a though expelled like a dying breath.

"Human...please...Please save us..."

AAAAAAAAND THAT'S ALL I CAME UP WITH WHEN I WAS TYPING THINGS OUT ON MY PHONE, GUYS.

Though it was the first draft of things, I thought it came out pretty solid so far.

The original train of thought I had going was that the Bed of Chaos (AKA the corrupted Witch of Izalith) would contact Oscar through the covenant, prompting Oscar to dwell more on fighting not just for Gods and humans...but demons too.

I was then going to have him ponder about the Everlasting Dragons true intentions were by giving humans if scales, before deciding that perhaps it was never meant to be something to fight over. But rather a power to share with one another. I was then going to have Oscar gift Ceaseless Discharge a Dragon, thereby bringing him into the Dragon covenant (making him chaos monster-dragon beast combo as well) and majorly alliviating his pain through semi dragon transformation. AND THEN have Oscar establish dominance over the surround demons that approach once the ceaseless demons lava lake dries up.

Thereby introducing the demon faction with Oscar at the helm and allowing the Ceaseless Discharge to give Oscar a badass entrance by allowing him to ride his should while he climbs the wall with everyone in tow. (I'm pretty sure Ceaseless Discharge could carry everyone reliably easy, right?)

Buuuuuuut, though I am really excited to write about my Chaos lad Oscar and I love writing parallels between the two (With Kaylen being threatened to be consumed by Darkness and Oscar being threatened to be consumed by the Flame of Chaos), I should REALLY focus on legitimately moving things forward. So I think I should stay focused on Kaylen Vs Gwyndolin and get the war started in kind.

Trying to step away from the "Meanwhile..." kinda writing moving forward.

But that's all I had to say, dear readers. Just really glad I got my stuff back and I hope you enjoy the bit of work I got going here.

Though it was still a bit of a rough first draft, feel free to let me know what you guys thought of things. Trying to learn to cut down on the words usuage as I'm starting to feel as if I might be indulging a bit. So let me know if things are a bit too "bloated" or "Wordy" feeling.

This is Supreme Gamer, Signing off.

P.S. Holy moly. So we got Pricilla, Kaylen and his Darkness, and now Oscar and his Chaos. I am really stepping into the territory of "Greater forces at play" lately. XD

P.P.S. Hm...Maybe if I shorten it a bit, I can fit this in somewhere at the end of next chapter as a sort of teaser for the incoming demons? What do you guys think on this? Yay or Nay?