I NEEDED TO GO BIGGER AND SO I WENT BIGGEEEEEER!
Ladies and gents, Gwyndolin-stans and GWynevere-stans, EVERYBODY REJOICE! For I have once more broken the bonds of my writing capabilities and written a new chapter!
Holy moly, I just could not help myself with this one and I am excited to put it out there for you guys. But this time, I'm gonna do something"ve neglected to do for the past few chapters. Here's a few...
Comments that Caught my Eye
plasticopinion-That was an amazing chapter. You went BALLS deep and said "Fuck it" and by the God's did it work. I loved that cute moment where they hugged it out and you didn't end that with a sour note of someone getting hurt. Instead you Brought Oscar into the mix, granted, he's a tad late to the show. Bringing this new tension of "Are they really gonna fight?"
Then you BLOWED that tension out of the water with everyone's favorite sun Lad! Just amazing stuff.
Ps.
I dont see a fight taking place in the next chapter, solar was always good at defusing tensions, especially since little prophet is in no condition for a brawl. That and I'm sure Priscilla could literally un-exist them. So I'm guessing that the next focuse Is gonna be directed at onion bois current venture. Rescue the princess from the dragon.
My Response- I am SO glad to hear you enjoyed how things went with the Prophet and the ladies. I was toyng around with the idea of should I have their a line of intense anger and distrust with Anastacia and Velka even being near Priscilla; given that they've seen just how monsterous and dangerous she is, as well as the damage she's caused.
But eventually, like you said, I kinda just went "Fuck it" and decided to give a bit more unity between them, with a touch of being standoffish from Velka.
As for Oscar, Solaire and whether Priscilla can literally board wipe them if she wanted, I got something in this chapter for that little assumption. :)
Thedudeist- im just saying, if he can accept priscilla after she broke the universe, he should probably accept Yuria too. hahahah
My Response- My thought process is Priscilla broke the world on accident and is literally inclined to do so by her very nature...Yuria is a stalker who personally almost killed the Prophet. Though they are both hot, I weigh them on different scales. Honestly, if I get reviews like this, I feel like I should up the ante with showing that Yuria still isn't exactly sane.
Can't have people getting too comfortable with our resident stalker. She's already dangerously close to being sent to horny jail as is. :)
demissedwaifu- I started to dislike Oscar a little bit after his deal with the witches, but now I can truly say I dislike him, while I didn't cry the whole scene with Kaylen and his women was heartwarming and it kept going from 0 to a 100 really fast, I loved it!
My Response- I gotta say, your reviews really inspired this chapter for me with the Oscar comments. I know they are small reviews, but reading what you thought of Oscar really had head straight to a word document and go "Time to hit the gas!". Btw I'm saying this as a good thing as reviews on characters, be they good or bad, really kick start the inspiration for writing with me.
As for with Kaylen and the women, it does the heart good to hear that a bunch of you guys enjoyed the tempo and feel of emotion that came with their reunion. Had a heck of a time trying to balance out a relationship between four people. So thanks for the compliment on that, bro.
Guest- Hey, I just read through you entire story and I just want to say that the way you treat the women like objects is absolutely gross. You've got skill at writing and setting the stage, but over and over again, you have to talk about the womens looks or their hips or kissing them. It just seems really childish.
And you consistently make the women seem so weak and helpless, like they can't do anything without being save or rescued. Velka should have killed Gwyndolin easily. Anastacia is just a blonde whiner who cant even fight regular mobs. Honestly, she's really out of place in the story. And why would Quelaag, a demon, make any deal or talk to Oscar? She should have made him heal her sister whether he wanted too or not.
In short, you really need to work on how you view women.
My Response- Hiya, my man. Now, I am more than willing and happy to hear criticism and use it to improve how I write but WHAT?!
You think I made the women weak and treat them like objects? My friend, Velka has bailed Kaylen out of multiple fights he lost and saved his life multiple times; She is actively the reason he has survived so long and got as strong as he is. Anastacia found her own courage to stand up and try to help those she's loved; growing beyond the fearful and weak woman she once was. She's meant to be strong in heart, not in might. Priscila is literally one of the strongest things in the story, but can hardly even kiss the guy she loves without being afraid of killing him on accident And Quelaag and Oscar? I understand that's a matter of preference. But I guess I wanted to try my hand at making her a bit more complex than just the demon she appears to be. And true, I do enjoy writing the women as beautiful and attractive; but that's part of the fun of writing a FanFic.
Thanks for the feedback and for giving the story a chance, but this is probably the first review I've read that genuinely left me a bit confused as I thought I wrote the woman as just as, if not far more, competent than the men in the story.
Guest- ze gweyndolin boobs
My Response- My mind cannot decrypt this sacred text! *Flips table* WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!
Alrighty, that's all I got to respond to this time around, guys. Hope you all enjoy the read.
Warning: Only those of the strongest will and mind can truly comprehend the sacred text sent by "Guest". Supreme Gamer is not responsible for any who lose their sanity in seeking to grasp their true meaning. You have been warned.
Oscar hung suspended in the cold, misty air, carried by two bat-wing demons as they flew toward Anor Londo.
His thoughts were a mix of determination and uncertainty, his mind drifting to the covenants he had formed—with Quelaag, Quelana, and the Everlasting Dragon. The power he had attained was almost painful, like a chained beast straining to break free.
He was ready. Ready to meet the looming challenge that awaited him in Anor Londo.
Let the gods come, let them stand in his way, let them throw their full fury at him. He would not falter or cower before their might. With steely determination, he vowed to bring them to their knees and…
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Thoughts of the twin spider sisters came to mind; He could see Quelaag's red, glowing eyes bore into him with a mix of annoyance and fondness, as if she would rather have him stay by her side than face this peril. He could see Quelana wearing a sweet smile that all but said she'd thought of three different ways to get him to do what she wanted; a schemer behind a gentle face if ever there was one.
But even knowing this did not stop him from falling under her spell.
They were both gods, even if their forms had been warped by chaos.
He should be ready to do what needs to be done, certain that if he must kill any that awaited him within Anor Londo then he would do so. But when he thought of the two sisters, a nagging hesitation crept into his thoughts.
"…Damn women." Oscar thought as he shook off the distraction, steeling himself for what lay ahead.
No sooner that he did so, did the feeling of something very wrong wash over him.
The demons drag him through the air, their filthy claws digging into his skin as he watches with terror and disbelief. The world below convulses and twists, reality itself fracturing and bending before his very eyes. The empty night sky is devoured by ominous black clouds, unleashing a fierce and frigid gust that whips at Oscar's hair and tears through his clothes with malicious intent.
The bat-winged demons let out blood-curdling screams of terror, their wings flapping frantically as they try to escape the invisible force that is attacking them. Deep lacerations appear across their bodies, oozing streams of crimson blood that quickly dissipate into nothingness under the power of Lifehunt. Their flight becomes erratic and uncontrolled, their movements resembling a desperate dance of death as they try to evade the relentless onslaught of this unfathomable force.
Soon enough, a sickening sensation twisted in Oscar's gut as dread washed over him.
"What the he-UUUUUGHAAA!" Oscar convulsed with pain, feeling as if something was trying to tear him apart from the inside out. The scene before him is engulfed in a maelstrom of incomprehensible discord and madness, wrenching his senses into a disorienting frenzy. Colors swirl and bleed into one another, merging with deafening sounds that pierce through his skull while his skin feels like it's being shredded by countless blades.
This excruciating agony was not his alone to bear. With gut-wrenching screams, the bat-wing demons were ripped from their physical forms, their life essence drained away and leaving them hollow and dead as they released their hold on him.
Oscar's screams were drowned out by the deafening rush of wind as he plummeted towards the unforgiving ground. The impact was inevitable, a moment that stretched on for eternity as his body hurtled closer and closer to its imminent doom. But just before everything went black, without warning, everything shifted.
Reality fractured. Sound ruptured. Time lurched to a halt and then violently resumed.
In an instant, the air turned icy cold and Oscar found himself no longer falling but kneeling on hard, frostbitten ground. The abrupt transition left his mind spinning, struggling to make sense of this sudden and violent change. Gasping for breath, his hands and knees trembled against the freezing earth as he fought to regain control over his own body.
"What… Ugh, what just happened?" Oscar groaned as he slowly turned his gaze to his surroundings, trying to clear his senses.
As the hazy fog cleared from his vision, disbelief washed over him as
he realized where he was. He was back in the Undead Asylum, where his journey had begun. Yet now, it was freezing and decaying before his very eyes, its walls crumbling under the weight of an encroaching frost.
The air was thick with a biting cold that seemed to seep into his very bones, numbing him from within. It was as if the freezing winds were alive, howling through the crumbling corridors and devouring everything in their path with an insatiable hunger. Stone cracked and shattered like brittle glass under the relentless onslaught, while ancient foundations crumbled to dust as if they were nothing more than sand in a ferocious blizzard.
Before he could gather his thoughts, a massive, familiar beast emerged from the shadows—the Asylum Demon, its great hammer raised high. Pure instinct took over as Oscar drew his sword and shield, narrowly evading the crushing blow. With a fierce battle cry, he charged forward and delivered a savage slash to the demon's exposed arm, his blade carving deep into its flesh. Drawing on his inner strength, he called upon the power of the Everlasting Dragon, summoning a dragon's claw that tore mercilessly into the demon's side.
The beast let out a deafening roar, its weapon clattering to the ground as Oscar's dragon claw ripped through its flesh with ease. Blood gushed from the wound as Oscar's ferocious gaze burned into the demon's soul. With unwavering determination, he commanded his dragon to tear a chunk of flesh from the demon's abdomen, exposing its dark innards that spilled out onto the icy terrain. The demon staggered to its knees, clutching its mortal wound in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding. But Oscar would not show mercy. He charged forward with relentless fury, ready to deliver the final blow and vanquish this unholy creature once and for all.
"WRETCHED ABOMINATION!" he screamed, raising his sword high and striking with all his might.
CLANG
In a heartbeat, the scene shattered and reformed, leaving nothing of the familiar behind.
The deafening clash of steel reverberated through the air, drowning out all other sounds in the dark and ominous arena. Oscar's heart raced as he faced his opponent, a towering knight with a massive greatsword that seemed to weigh nothing in his hands. But as their weapons met in a shower of sparks, Oscar noticed something unsettling about the knight—his armor was degraded and dripping with murky shadows, a faded blue cloth being the only thing distinguishing him from complete darkness.
The shadows devoured the knight, cloaking him in a suffocating blackness that obscured his features. Despite a broken arm dangling lifelessly, he gripped his greatsword with grim determination, his every movement resonating with a dark, feral strength. Oscar, initially taken aback by the knight's unsettling appearance, quickly steeled himself, his resolve hardening like iron.
The knight's roar shattered the air, a cacophony of anguish and fury that mirrored the consuming darkness. With a fierce, distorted cry, he broke the stalemate and lunged at Oscar, their weapons clashing with a thunderous impact that reverberated through the air.
The ground quaked beneath them as they fought. The maddened knight, its arm broken and tainted by darkness, fought with a fierce strength that seemed otherworldly. But Oscar, with all his experience and skill, met each attack with equal ferocity. Their blades locked in a deadly dance, each trying to gain an advantage over the other.
But before either could gain the upper hand, reality twisted violently, wrenching them through time and space.
In an instant, they stood amidst a collapsing kingdom, where chaos reigned supreme. Buildings crumbled, and nightmarish monsters roamed the streets, slaughtering fleeing humans. The air was thick with the stench of blood and the screams of the dying- an unrelenting symphony of agony and despair. With wild abandon, the corrupted knight turned his back on Oscar and joined in the slaughter, his black sword cutting through innocent men, women, and children with ruthless precision.
"STOP IT!" Oscar's screamed as his heart pounded with rage and fury; he could not stand by and watch the senseless slaughter. He charged at the knight, their blades clashing again. Oscar's fury was palpable, his strikes growing more aggressive with each passing second. The knight, relentless and unyielding, met each blow with equal ferocity.
As they battled, Oscar caught glimpses of the surrounding chaos: men, women, and children running for their lives, only to be plucked off and torn apart by monstrous abominations from different eras. A giant, twisted abomination with multiple limbs skewered a fleeing family, lifting them high before devouring them whole. A repulsive insectoid beast tore through a group of trained soldiers like they were mere toys, its blood-drenched mandibles glistening in the dim light.
The ground shook violently, the earth cracking open to swallow entire buildings. Powerful, frigid winds howled through the streets, carrying with them a relentless frost that drained the life from everything it touched. At times, the gales of frost coalesced upon some and withered their bodies into desiccated husks, their screams turning into haunting whispers as they succumbed to the encroaching cold.
Oscar's dual with the corrupted knight did not last long as monsters that he could only describe as rotting hollows covered in darkened murk charged them both.
Oscar unleashed a flurry of lethal strikes, his blade cleaving straight through one creature after another. But it was never enough. For every monster he felled, two more took its place. He had to backtrack to avoid being overwhelmed. The corrupted knight, now a whirlwind of death, continued his slaughter of both monster and mortal alike, not even giving Oscar a second glance; heedless of the lives he was ending.
The air was suffused with the screams of the dying, the roar of collapsing structures, and the unceasing howl of the freezing winds. The kingdom was being dismantled, reduced to a wasteland of suffering and destruction. Oscar's heart ached with every lost life, his fury mounting with each fallen innocent.
With a roar, he summoned the dragon claws, their infernal power crashing down upon the knight's form. The knight staggered, his dark eyes glowing with an eerie, unearthly light as he resisted the assault. Oscar surged forward, determined to deliver the final, decisive blow.
But just as his strike was about to land, the world shifted once more, dragging him away from the scene of carnage.
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Oscar found himself thrust into the heart of another crumbling kingdom, its once-grand streets now choked with ruin. The air was heavy with the stench of rot and death, punctuated by the discordant symphony of dying screams and the guttural growls of monstrous predators. The kingdom's towering spires had crumbled into skeletal remains, casting long shadows over the devastation below.
As Oscar stood in stunned silence, struggling to comprehend the catastrophic scene, he noticed a figure staggering toward him through the rubble. At first glance, it seemed to be an ordinary woman, but a closer look revealed a chilling truth—she was one of the gods.
All of those fleeing around him were, though they could scarcely be recognizable as such.
Once majestic beings of power and grandeur, the gods now appeared as withered, gaunt husks. Their once-radiant forms had deteriorated into skeletal shadows of their former selves. Their divine glory had been stripped away, leaving them emaciated and trembling. Their long, spindly limbs, once symbols of strength and grace, now moved with a frail, desperate jerky motion as they fought to fend off the horrors that surrounded them.
The gods' faces, which should have borne the countenance of eternal wisdom and power, were now etched with terror and exhaustion. Their eyes, sunken and hollow, darted around wildly, barely able to focus on the monstrous predators that tore through area all around them. Their once-regal attire hung in tatters from their weakened frames, barely concealing their skeletal forms.
Oscar's heart sank with a mixture of pity and revulsion. These beings, once venerated and feared, were now reduced to pitiable prey. One god, her face streaked with grime and tears, lay curled on the ground, gasping for breath in a state of sheer panic. Her once-majestic form was now a crumpled, quivering mass, her divine essence utterly diminished; unable to even find the courage to run or hide.
The scene was a cruel testament to the collapse of not just the physical world but the very concept of power and divinity. Oscar, who harbored deep resentment for the gods due to their role in the undead curse, was confronted with a stark and horrifying revelation: the gods were not exempt from the chaos. They, too, were subject to the relentless cruelty of the world's current collapse, their former majesty rendered meaningless in the face of utter annihilation.
They were all just as lost and confused as he is; each of them being thrust from place to place by the crumbling state of time and space.
Powerless and vulnerable, they are mere sheep being led to slaughter, far from the image of a mighty warrior like Velka or anything like he imagined the gods to be.
From the yawning abyss of a world unraveling at its seams, a hideous legion surged forth—monstrous abominations that made even Oscar recoil in primal terror. These creatures were the stuff of nightmares, their forms a grotesque fusion of decay and infestation. Once-human figures, now bloated and rotting, shuffled forward with an unsettling, unnatural motion.
The true horror of these abominations lay in the writhing masses of maggots that infested them. Emerging from gaping wounds and torn flesh, these maggots spilled forth in a grotesque cascade. Pulsating clusters of segmented, worm-like parasites squirmed and writhed in sickening harmony, their slick, iridescent bodies reflecting an otherworldly, corrupt sheen under the dim light. The air was thick with the stench of decay and the nauseating sound of these creatures undulating in their grotesque symbiosis.
The maggots moved with a disturbingly fluid rhythm, a grotesque dance of perverse vitality. Their segmented forms coiled and twisted as they spilled from their hosts, creating a nightmarish spectacle of writhing, worm-like motion. The very sight of these pulsating masses was enough to turn the stomach, a grim parody of life that emphasized the abominable transformation of their once-human vessels.
As the abominations advanced, their grotesque movement seemed almost sentient, driven by a primal hunger that was both relentless and insatiable. The infested figures staggered forward, their bloated bodies barely able to contain the writhing masses within. Each movement was a sickening display of the twisted symbiosis between flesh and parasite, highlighting the horrific extent of the infestation.
Amidst these horrors, the larger abominations emerged—monstrous, maggot-like entities that eclipsed any human scale. These colossal creatures were a horrifying culmination of the infestation, their massive, writhing bodies a living mass of parasitic horror. Their sheer size and overwhelming presence rendered them a terrifying testament to the extent of the corruption, far surpassing the grotesque nature of their lesser counterparts.
The monstrous entities loomed over the fleeing gods, their grotesque forms oozing with the sickly secretions of their parasitic hosts. The nameless kingdom was a death sentence, with these abominations preying upon the terrified masses. The carnage was relentless—humans were torn apart, their screams mingling with the guttural growls of the predators.
Without a moment's hesitation, Oscar charged toward the frozen goddess huddled on the ground. The sheer sight of her, a once-majestic being reduced to a trembling, terror-stricken figure, ignited a fierce resolve within him. Whether god or human, no one deserved to face such a grotesque fate.
"GET OUT OF HERE! RUN!" Oscar's voice cut through the din of destruction, barely audible over the cacophony of screams and the guttural roars of the maggot creatures. The goddess, her face a mask of raw terror, broke from her stupor and scrambled to her feet, her eyes wide with desperation as she fled from the encroaching horror.
The kingdom's once-bustling streets had transformed into a nightmarish tableau of ruin. The air was thick with acrid smoke, the stench of blood and decay clinging to every breath. Grand buildings lay in shattered ruin, their elegant facades defiled by the gore of the dying. The ground was a grotesque mosaic of blood and entrails, where lifeless bodies of men, women, and children formed a macabre tapestry of death.
Oscar could not make use of the dragon's covenant without caution; for gods and human alike were caught in the carnage of it all. Unleashing flame or wide attack would see them killed as well.
He fought through the melee, his sword a blur of steel as he hacked down one maggot-infested monstrosity after another. The stench of rotting flesh and the screams of the dying filled his senses, but he pressed on with grim determination. The stray maggots that cling to his body writhe in agony as they are consumed by the flames that radiate from his skin.
But for every beast he struck down, countless more emerged from the darkness, their numbers seemingly infinite. The maggot creatures—bloated, writhing horrors—poured forth in an unending tide, their bodies slick with a vile, viscous slime. They swarmed over helpless civilians with a ravenous hunger, their razor-sharp mandibles tearing through flesh and meat with grotesque precision.
The city, once a beacon of civilization, was now a hellscape of relentless carnage. Families were torn asunder before Oscar's eyes. He saw a mother wrenched from her child's arms, her desperate screams swallowed by the gnashing of mandibles and the sickening crunch of bone. The child's cries were abruptly silenced as the swarm engulfed them, their bodies consumed in a frenzied mass of writhing maggots.
Oscar's heart pounded with a mixture of rage and helplessness, his vision blurred by the sheer scale of the slaughter. Each fleeting moment of respite he managed to create for a few was immediately overshadowed by the relentless wave of death that followed. The streets echoed with the haunting wails of the dying, their voices choked by the brutality of the onslaught. The sight of the gods—once symbols of divine power—now cowering and being devoured, underscored the utter collapse of their former grandeur.
Buildings crumbled under the weight of the encroaching cold, some collapsing onto the gods and fleeing civilians alike. The heavens seemed to weep as the kingdom was systematically dismantled by this unending tide of horror.
As Oscar fought through the crumbling streets, he sidestepped the collapsing ruins and yawning fissures opening in the ground. His gaze fell upon a small child—no older than six—fleeing from a grotesque monstrosity. The creature's bloated, decayed form reached out with claws poised to strike. Oscar's blade flashed through the air, severing the beast's arm and hacking it to pieces. But as he turned to shield the child, a horrifying sight unfolded. The child's eyes and mouth began to leak black bile, his scream morphing into a gurgled cry as maggots erupted from his body.
"Gods, no!" Oscar could not help by cry aloud at seeing that, despite it all, the child was still fully alive and conscious as he was being devoured from the inside out.
There was no saving him and he could not bear to leave him to his fate. And so, Oscar plunged his sword through the child's skull and ended his suffering instantly.
Pushing forward with renewed desperation, Oscar's fury transformed him into a whirlwind of steel and fire. Yet, his efforts felt futile as the world around him descended further into madness. This place, this kingdom, was doomed. Ice further and further consumed the buildings, their collapse adding to the chaos. Debris rained down upon the fleeing and the fallen alike, while the monsters continued their relentless assault.
Oscar's eyes widened in horror as he saw entire sections of the city consumed by a vile flood of maggots. The writhing mass moved with grotesque fluidity, devouring everything in its path—buildings, people, and fragments of the city alike. Monstrous creatures, their bodies a grotesque fusion of locusts and twisted human heads, scurried into the shadows, dragging screaming victims with them. In the distance, children were cornered by giant rats, their frantic cries muffled by the beast's savage feast.
Oscar's sword cleaved through the swarm, but each victory was hollow against the endless tide of horror. The blood of the fallen mingled with the viscera of the monsters, creating a hellish slurry that seemed to consume all. His desperation was palpable, each life lost a knife twisted into his heart. The sight of countless lives extinguished underscored his impotence in the face of such overwhelming destruction.
As the air filled with the cacophony of screams and roars, Oscar's anguish deepened. The streets, now a grotesque battlefield, bore witness to a massacre that would haunt him forever. The blood-soaked ground and shattered remnants of the kingdom were a visceral testament to the unfolding nightmare.
And the horror just never ceased to grow worse.
Amidst the carnage, a new terror emerged from the chaos. From the depths of the devastation, a colossal, slug-like abomination appeared, oozing a noxious sludge that consumed everything in its path. Its vast, bloated form left a trail of corruption, choking the air with its foul stench. The creature's insatiable hunger was a horrific display of devouring everything it touched—people, monsters, and remnants of the city alike. The muffled screams of the consumed were swallowed by its revolting mass, a grotesque testament to its unholy appetite.
The ground beneath Oscar's feet rumbled with a deep, ominous quake, the very fabric of the world seeming to convulse in agony. From the opposite direction, another terror emerged. A massive skeletal figure, clad in tattered remnants of ancient regalia, rose from the debris. Its eyes blazed with malevolent light, and it wielded an enormous, decaying blade that sent shockwaves rippling through the ground. Each swing of its weapon was a cataclysmic force, toppling buildings, crushing fleeing souls, and sending torrents of dust and debris into the air.
The dual horrors—one a voracious sludge of doom, the other a skeletal titan of unrelenting destruction—made it clear that Oscar was hopelessly outmatched. His sword and shield, though formidable tools, were woefully inadequate against such colossal abominations.
He needed the immense power of chaos. Yet, the dire reality was that unleashing its full might, the might required to kill monsters of such size and power, would see to the deaths of the surrounding gods and humans as well as the monsters.
The power that was meant to be his greatest weapon had become his most cruel limitation.
Oscar's frustration boiled over, a storm of rage and anguish. "Dammit!" he roared, his voice cracking with the weight of his predicament. Each sacrifice he had made, each drop of blood shed, had been for this moment—yet now, the power he had sought so desperately felt like a cruel joke, a barrier that kept him from saving those who needed him most.
Oscar's frustration surged like a storm within him. "Dammit!" he roared, his voice raw with anger and anguish. Each sacrifice he had made, each drop of blood shed, had been for this moment—yet now, the power he had sought so desperately felt like a cruel joke, a barrier that kept him from saving anyone but himself.
No!
Oscar's resolve hardened as the chaos around him intensified. He refused to succumb to despair, even in the face of overwhelming odds. He would not stand idle and let this catastrophe unfold without resistance.
He would fight—fight even if it seemed futile!
Gritting his teeth, Oscar locked his gaze on the colossal skeletal titan rampaging through the crumbling cityscape. The beast would fall first. He would carve a path through the devastation, using every ounce of his strength and figuring out a way to bring it down, no matter the cost.
"EVERYONE, RALLY TO ME! FIGHT!" Oscar screamed to any that would listen as he charged forward through the chaos, his sword and shield at the ready. He fought with unrelenting ferocity, striking down any creature that dared to impede his path.
And then—
The world shifts once more.
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…Darkness.
An all-encompassing void enveloped him, stretching endlessly in every direction. It pressed in from all sides, a smothering force that choked his breath and crushed his chest. Each step felt like wading through an invisible mire, an oppressive weight dragging him deeper into despair.
The darkness seemed alive, a malevolent presence that tightened its grip with every passing moment. It devoured all traces of light and hope, turning the world into an abyssal nightmare.
Oscar's eyes strained against the suffocating blackness. The void pressed in on him, cold and relentless, but his resolve burned fiercely within. His rage ignited, a powerful fire fighting against the shadowy tendrils constricting him.
From the oppressive void, a serpent-like monstrosity emerged, its form a grotesque distortion of reality. Its voice, a chilling whisper that slithered through the darkness, echoed with sinister malice. "What's this now? How has the undead warrior come to be here unnoticed?"
Oscar's anger ignites like a storm. "Grrrrr…"
"Hm. A simple lost sheep brought here by chance. Be taken by the abyss and know—"
"ENOUGH!" Oscar's roar erupts with a ferocity that shakes the very core of the abyss. Raw chaos surges within him, a tempest of unbridled fury. Flames of infernal magnitude explode from his body, an apocalyptic blaze that consumes the darkness with blinding brilliance. The abyss recoils, its shadows ripped apart by the searing heat, as if the very fabric of the void is being scorched and torn asunder.
The inferno roars with a primal fury, its flames writhing and snapping as if alive, tearing into the abyss like a ravenous beast.
Oscar's draconic transformation was violent. Molten chaos erupted from his scales, glowing with intense, hellish light. His body expanded, muscles bulging with raw, unadulterated power. Sharp, jagged fangs burst forth, and his limbs contorted into razor-sharp claws. The roar he released was a sonic shockwave of devastation, reverberating through the abyss and shattering its dark serenity.
"What?!" the serpent's voice trembles in disbelief.
"Foul serpent hiding in the dark! I know of you, vile deceiver!" Oscar's voice boomed with the power of his chaos-infused draconic form. His roar echoed through the abyss, a defiant declaration of his unyielding might. "KAAATHE!"
The serpent's eyes widened with terror. "Wait! C-Cease, Warrior!"
Oscar's chaos-infused flames continued their relentless assault, driving the darkness back with each eruption. The abyss, once a suffocating void, now trembled and buckled under the might of Oscar's draconic chaos. The power scorched the very essence of the shadows, overwhelming the abyss with an infernal blaze.
Kaathe recoiled in terror from the overwhelming might of Oscar. The abyssal creature's form twisted and retreated into the engulfing darkness, desperate to escape the fiery tempest. As Kaathe vanished into the shadows, the very fabric of the abyss shuddered, and the darkness thickened, giving rise to ominous new threats.
From the depths of the void, towering specters emerged. They were clad in grotesque, twisted armor, their spectral forms elongated and unnervingly distorted. Glowing eyes pierced through the encroaching blackness, and each specter wielded a massive blade that hummed with the dark power of the abyss.
One of these towering figures lunged at Oscar with a deadly, sweeping strike. With a fierce snarl, Oscar summoned the spectral claws of a dragon, deflecting the blade's deadly arc with a metallic clang. He surged forward, tackling the phantom with relentless force, driving it to the ground. With relentless fury, Oscar unleashed a savage assault, his razor-sharp claws rending and tearing through the specter's dark essence over and over again until it was reduced to mere fragments of shadow scattered on the ground.
As the essence dissolved into the abyss, a faint glimmer of light remained—a soul, small yet potent. Oscar crushed the fragment beneath his boot, the act dismissive yet deliberate. As he absorbed its essence, a torrent of power surged through him, an overwhelming force that eclipsed his previous strength. His chaotic flames roared with renewed intensity, expanding and blazing with a ferocity akin to an inferno fed by gallons of fuel.
The surge of power was transformative. Oscar's senses sharpened beyond their natural limits, attuned to the ebb and flow of space and reality around him. That minuscule fragment of a soul was beyond incredible. It consumed him, filling him with an overwhelming surge of power that threatened to burst forth from every inch of his being. His veins throbbed with the intensity of it, as if they could barely contain the sheer force coursing through them.
Did all of these corrupted thing have this within them?
"This power… YOUR POWER! I WILL HAVE IT!" Oscar's roar reverberated through the abyss, a thunderous challenge to the darkness. His voice, now a beacon of wrath, demanded the abyssal creatures to come forth. "COME TO ME, FIENDS! COME AND DIE!"
The remaining specters advanced, their movements eerily synchronized, their dark armor clinking with each step. They loomed menacingly, their intent clear: to overwhelm and crush him. Oscar's eyes blazed with unrelenting fury, the chaos flames burning hotter and brighter, almost as if they were sentient beings eagerly anticipating the battle to come.
Oscar had just poised himself to confront the spectral monarchs when a piercing cry cut through the cacophony of darkness. It was a voice—clear, desperate, and hauntingly familiar—that sliced through the oppressive shadows like a searing blade.
"OSCAR! HELP ME!"
Quelaag's cry was a beacon of anguish amidst the abyssal void, a raw plea that struck Oscar with the force of a physical blow. The urgency and fear in her voice pierced through his armor of rage and defiance, reaching the very core of his being. In an instant, his heart clenched, and his focus shattered, redirected by the primal call for aid from the soul he was bound to.
Without hesitation, Oscar's gaze snapped away from the Four Kings, and the air around him erupted into a tumultuous frenzy. The flames that had once been a controlled blaze now roared into existence, expanding into a maelstrom of infernal fury. With a feral, guttural roar, Oscar unleashed a torrent of searing flames, a violent force of nature that ripped through the Abyss like a cosmic storm. The darkness recoiled in terror as the inferno spread, consuming everything in its path with a ravenous hunger.
The Abyss was engulfed in Oscar's unrelenting fury. Shadows disintegrated into ash, and the void was bathed in a blinding light that tore through the oppressive gloom. The very fabric of the Abyss seemed to unravel under the onslaught of his chaotic flames. Yet Oscar's eyes were unyielding, fixed solely on the thought of Quelaag's safety.
She was his singular focus, and nothing would deter him from reaching her!
The darkness writhed and recoiled, desperate to escape the inferno's advance, but Oscar's wrath was unstoppable. Driven by a primal need to protect Quelaag, the raw, chaotic energy within him surged to unprecedented heights. With a final, cataclysmic roar, Oscar propelled himself through the ruptured veil of reality, his chaotic flames blazing a path through the disintegrating essence of the world.
The transition was a violent upheaval—a storm of heat and fire that shattered the barriers of space and time. This was not a calculated journey, a summoning or even a conscious act of travel; it was chaos violently burning through the fabric of reality itself. His fierce love for Quelaag unleashed the full, untamed power of Chaos, tearing through the very fabric of existence in a frenetic blaze.
Reality itself seemed to fracture as Oscar barreled through, the air around him boiling and crackling under the immense heat. The world spun and twisted in a riot of color and light, the boundaries of time and space warping to accommodate his furious drive. His roar reverberated through the chaos, a declaration of his unwavering determination and unstoppable resolve to reach Quelaag's side.
Oscar erupted into Undead Burg, his arrival marked by an explosion of flames and force that sent debris and ash scattering in all directions. The place now seemed insignificant in the face of his wrath. He saw Quelaag amidst a horde of monsters and beast, fighting desperately. The sight ignited a blaze of anger within him, a protective rage that transcended reason.
…There were people there amidst the madness, innocent who likely slipped through the cracks formed within the world. But Oscar's mind didn't so much as acknowledge them for an instant.
All that mattered was the woman he cared for was being attacked.
With a roar that reverberated through the very bones of the city, Oscar summoned the disembodied head of a dragon, a colossal, ethereal apparition of pure draconic wrath. Its eyes blazed with a fiery intensity that seemed to pierce the very soul of the night. Driven by his relentless fury, Oscar willed the dragon's head to open its immense jaws.
A torrent of fire erupted from the dragon's maw, an inferno so intense and blinding that it transformed the darkness of night into a searing dawn of devastation. The wave of flames surged forth with apocalyptic force, an all-consuming blaze that obliterated everything in its path.
The wave of flames engulfed the entirety of Undead Burg, a searing inferno that incinerated everything in its path. Buildings crumbled into ash, and the ground itself melted under the heat. The monstrosities surrounding Quelaag were obliterated in an instant, their screams of agony drowned out by the roar of the dragon's fire. Innocents and gods alike were caught in the devastating inferno, their forms disintegrating in the overwhelming blaze.
Oscar directed the inferno directly upon Quelaag. He knew she was immune to the flames, and so the devastating fire swept over her, forming a protective cocoon of destruction. The creatures assaulting her were annihilated in an instant, their presence erased from existence.
The sheer scale of the destruction was monumental. When all was said and done, Undead Burg was reduced to a smoldering ruin, a charred wasteland where only the twisted remnants of once-grand structures and the remnants of obliterated creatures remained as a testament to the cataclysmic power unleashed.
Quelaag stood amidst the hellish blaze, her form untouched by the inferno due to her innate immunity. She watched, wide-eyed, as the landscape around her was ravaged by Oscar's cataclysmic flames.
As the searing fire finally began to wane, Oscar remained in the midst of the devastation, his eyes alight with a fierce, unyielding resolve. The enormity of the destruction he had unleashed…He dared not turn his gaze to the blackened corpses of the surrounding people.
Quelaag looked upon him with a mix of awe and relief. "Wow. Uh...Good work. "
His gaze softened momentarily as he met her eyes, but this fleeting tenderness was quickly overshadowed by a surge of fierce concern. Something was wrong…Calling out to him…The feeling of another woman attempting to reach out to his senses.
"There's… something else," Oscar muttered, his voice a low growl. The intensity in his eyes flared as he sensed a new urgency, an instinctive pull that was deeply tied to the covenants he had formed.
"What's wrong with—? Hey—hey—hey, what are you doing?!" Quelaag's voice was a frantic mixture of confusion and alarm as Oscar's great dragon claws enveloped her body in a protective embrace. His movements were careful yet firm, as though he were handling something of immense importance. The chaotic flames around him created a flickering barrier, a tumultuous shield of fire that danced with an almost sentient life.
Without hesitation, Oscar lifted Quelaag into the gaping maw of the disembodied dragon head that hovered beside him. Her eyes widened in shock as the dragon's mouth closed around her, the intense heat of the flames barely reaching her.
Oscar's gaze remained fixed, unwavering as he stared into the unstable expanse of the world beyond. The connection to Quelaan, his other beloved, burned in his mind with a sharp intensity. Through their covenant, he could feel her distress, a desperate call that pierced the very core of his being.
"Have to… save her," Oscar rumbled, his voice a deep, resonant echo that seemed to vibrate with his determination.
The chaotic flames around him pulsed with an urgent, almost frantic rhythm as Oscar braced himself. The air around them shimmered and warped, the intense heat of his power bending reality itself. With a roar that resonated through the fabric of existence, he channeled the violent energy that surged through him.
The transition was excruciating, a relentless strain on both spirit and flesh. But Oscar's resolve was unbreakable. The chaotic flames surged with a ferocity that seemed to tear at the very seams of reality. He willed the veil between realms apart, the intense heat and raw power bending the world to his will.
With a final, explosive surge of energy, Oscar thrust himself through the fractured reality, his focus solely on reaching Quelaan. The chaotic flames blazed with an insatiable hunger, tearing through the barriers of existence as he sought to save his other beloved from the collapse of this world.
As they emerged into the Demon Ruins, the signs of collapse were immediate. The ground shook violently, boulders cascading down from the sky like deadly rain. The once-flowing lava had solidified into a treacherous terrain, cracking and hissing with pockets of molten heat. The realm appeared to be collapsing under the crushing weight of an unseen force, the air thick with the stench of burning sulfur and fear.
Amidst the chaos, Oscar's attention snapped to a horrifying sight. The Ceaseless Discharge lay face-first against the cliff face, his massive, malformed body sprawled as if in a final, agonizing rest. The vitality had been seemingly drained from him by an invisible, gnawing force, leaving his once-vibrant form lifeless and desolate.
Quelaag, released from the dragon's mouth, took in the scene with shock and horror. Her eyes widened as she saw her brother lying motionless and unmoving. Her heart pounded with a nearly paralyzing fear as she turned and prepared to run back into the inner chamber of her dwelling; desperate to protect her remaining loved one.
Then, her gaze fell upon her sister, Quelaan, trapped beneath a heavy tangle of debris. Quelaag's breath hitched, her fear for her sister palpable.
"Quelaan! Sister, hold on!" Quelaag's voice was a desperate cry, her heart racing with a nearly paralyzing fear. She sprinted toward the collapsed entrance, her mortal half struggling to move the rubble. Her spider-half fared little better, its awkward limbs failing to gain purchase on the uneven terrain. But her determination was unwavering. Tears streamed down her face as she looked down at her sister trapped beneath the wreckage, her frustration and anguish boiling over.
"Stand aside!" Oscar's command came as a deep, resonant growl. He stepped forward, his dragon claws carefully moving aside the debris with effortless strength. With a final, deliberate effort, he cleared the rubble from Quelaan's frail form, revealing her weakened and injured state.
Quelaag wasted no time, rushing to her sister's side. Her eyes, still brimming with tears, locked onto Quelaan with a mixture of fear and fierce love. Her normally hardened demeanor cracked under the weight of her concern.
"No, no, no, please!" Quelaag's voice trembled as she cradled Quelaan gently in her arms. "Don't do this, Quelaan! Don't leave me! Please, wake up!"
Quelaan's eyes fluttered open, revealing a faint glimmer of consciousness. She winced in pain as her weakened limbs barely responded, her vision blurry as she took in the sight of devastation around them and her brother's unmoving body.
She understood within moments that this was no mere natural devastation or collapse of the land. There was an invisible, cold hunger seeking her out; encroaching upon her very soul and intent on preying on her weakened body.
She was already dead. But that didn't mean her sister had to die with her.
"Quelaag…" Quelaan murmured, her gaze settling on her sister with a mix of pain and love. "You need to go… get out of here. This place is collapsing."
"Don't you dare say that to me!" Quelaag's voice was a raw, unfiltered mixture of rage and despair.
"I'll only slow you down," Quelaan interjected, her voice growing weaker but resolute. "My soul… something is coming to consume me. You have to leave, Quelaag. I love you… more than you know." Her gaze shifted to Oscar, pleading yet resigned. "Oscar… you take care of her. Take her far from this place." she said softly, her tone filled with a fading urgency. "Even if it means dragging her away…don't let her perish here. Keep her safe for me."
"No! I'm not leaving you!" Quelaag's voice was a raw mixture of rage and despair.. "Oscar, take her. We're leaving!"
Oscar paused, his eyes reflecting the turmoil and weight of the situation. The gravity of Quelaan's plea and Quelaag's desperate command weighed heavily on him. The weight of the sisters' conflicting orders pressed heavily on him, but he knew he had to act. He clenched his jaw, his resolve hardening.
"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! HELP HER!" Quelaag's voice broke with fury and anguish.
"I'm already dead. Don't waste time trying to save a corpse. Get Quelaag out of here," Quelaan's voice was a shadow of its former strength.
There was a brief moment of hesitation before Oscar drew in a shuddering breath and approached the two fearful sisters. His steps felt heavy, burdened by the fury and resolve that swirled within him.
Standing between them, Oscar took a moment to study their faces, his expression softening with an unexpected tenderness. He placed a gentle hand on each of their cheeks, his touch a rare, tender gesture amid the chaos. Quelaag and Quelaan exchanged confused glances, unsure of his intentions. After a moment of silent contemplation, Oscar's features settled into a mask of determined resolve.
"…Enough," Oscar declared, his voice calm yet resolute, a stark contrast to the destruction unfolding around them.
Oscar's gaze shifted from the sisters to the crumbling world before him. The ground beneath him quaked violently, a constant reminder of the domain's impending collapse. His chaotic flames flickered and surged, struggling against the unseen, ravenous force threatening to consume everything. A primal instinct surged within him, a call to action that transcended his understanding of Chaos.
"What are you doing?! Get back here!" Quelaag's voice was laced with panic, though Quelaan could only stare at his back in silence and anticipation.
"Oscar…?" Quelaan's voice was a whisper of confusion as she watched him, her eyes reflecting a flicker of hope.
Oscar's gaze swept across the shattered domain, his expression steely. The chaotic flames around him writhed with unrestrained energy, eager to be unleashed. He felt the weight of his covenant, the immense power of the Everlasting Dragon, and the desperate need to protect the sisters he cherished.
"Neither of you will perish this day. Not while I still breath!" Oscar's voice rose, a thunderous declaration against the backdrop of destruction. "You are both mine and will not let harm come to you. I swear it!"
He took a deep breath, the air crackling with chaotic energy. "Quelaan! Quelaag! Do you hear me, you damned witches?! You are my wives, my family! And I will not let this abyss take you from me!"
Oscar stepped to the edge of a cliff, his immense form silhouetted against the catastrophic destruction below. The ground quaked violently beneath him, and the lava below surged and bubbled as demons panicked amidst the crumbling debris, their cries echoing with fear.
Oscar steadied himself, drawing in the chaotic energy that swirled around him. A low growl sounded from just over his shoulder. He looked up at the disembodied dragon head beside him, a grotesque yet awe-inspiring symbol of his newfound power. He could sense the raw, pulsating energy within it, a force that seemed to resonate with his own primal call.
Closing his eyes momentarily, Oscar focused on the visceral need to protect, the instinctive drive that surged from his core. This was not a calculated act but a raw, visceral response to the imminent threat.
Both Oscar and his dragon bared their teeth in unison, gathering their immense strength.
Then, with a monumental effort, Oscar unleashed a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the world.
The roar was a deep, resonant bellow, drawn out and thunderous, tearing through the fabric of reality itself. It was a manifestation of his indomitable will, a force of nature that reverberated through the souls of every demon present.
The impact of the roar was immediate and overwhelming. It surged through the crumbling domain like a tidal wave, each note of sound transforming into a torrent of chaotic flames. The ground responded with a violent shudder, stabilizing as the chaotic flames spread outward, enveloping the domain in a cocoon of intense, raw energy.
The lava below roared in response, flowing in wild, erratic patterns as if guided by Oscar's primal call.
As the roar erupted, its shockwave swept across the domain, energy crackling through the air with searing intensity. The flames and heat of the roar surged down the cliffs and through the crumbling domain, revitalizing the desolate battlefield. The lifeless body of the Ceaseless Discharge, drained of its vitality and left to languish, began to stir. The intense heat of Oscar's roar ignited the dormant embers within the Ceaseless Discharge, causing it to erupt with renewed fiery vigor. Its form blazed with an unrestrained heat, rising with a powerful, guttural roar that joined the cacophony.
The lava surged and flowed with wild abandon, responding to the primal call. The demons, once scattered and fearful, were drawn together by the resonant power of Oscar's roar. Their forms ignited with chaotic flames, their cries merging into a unified roar that echoed the intensity of Oscar's own bellow. The Ceaseless Discharge, reanimated and roaring in unison with Oscar, added a thunderous, primal note to the chorus of empowerment.
Quelaag and Quelaan, their spider forms glowing with chaotic flames, joined the massive union of roars. Their monstrous, eight-legged forms twisted and surged with renewed life as they emitted their own resonant cries. The combined power of Oscar's roar and the demons' voices wove together in a magnificent tapestry of sound and flame, creating a dazzling display of chaotic energy.
In the midst of the turmoil, the domain began to stabilize. The chaotic flames that enveloped the demons, Quelaag, and Quelaan became a beacon of life amidst the chaos, revitalizing their forms and imbuing them with unity and purpose. The domain, though still battered, held firm against the encroaching void, its destruction momentarily held at bay by Oscar's sheer will and the chaotic energy he had summoned.
As the roar finally subsided, a profound stillness settled over the domain. The demons, now unified and emboldened, gazed up at Oscar from below, their eyes reflecting the newfound strength and resolve he had inspired. The Ceaseless Discharge stood among them, its body radiating fierce, unyielding heat. Quelaag and Quelaan felt an unprecedented vitality coursing through them, their spider forms pulsating with chaotic energy. For a fleeting moment, the chaos had been tamed, and the domain stood resilient against the encroaching darkness.
As the last echoes of Oscar's roar faded into the air, Quelaag's upper body slumped forward momentarily, her long hair cascading over her face. The power coursing through her was almost unbearable, yet she reveled in the wild rush of such immense strength. Her body ached with an exhilarating blend of agony and ecstasy, a testament to the raw energy now thrumming through her veins.
Quelaan's transformation was equally dramatic. Standing tall in her spider form, she exuded an aura of newfound power and vitality. Her limbs rippled with chaotic energy, each movement sending waves of raw force through her frame. Her eyes sparkled with a devilish glee as she examined her hands, marveling at the revitalizing force that now pulsed within her. The sensation was intoxicating, a wild dance of pleasure and pain that left her shivering with excitement.
"Oh~, hohoho, dear, sweet Oscar! You've been holding out on us!" Quelaan's voice was a bubbly crescendo of excitement, her usual composure cracking as she took in the scene before her. Her spider companion, now standing tall, mirrored her revitalized state. "This power… I haven't felt like this in ages! It's incredible!"
With a provocative stretch, Quelaan flaunted her limbs, her pale skin now glowing with an ethereal, fiery sheen. Her natural beauty was amplified, radiating an almost divine allure. There was a subtle, flickering flame that danced along her skin, enhancing her already formidable presence.
"Ugh~… My head…" Quelaag groaned, slowly recovering from the intense surge of energy. She swept her fiery locks back with a fierce, almost defiant gesture, her intense glare softened by an involuntary grin. Her eyes moved to Quelaan, seeing her sister healed and restored, and a genuine smirk of happiness tugged at her lips. "Damnable man. You should have done this sooner, welp."
Her words, though sharp, carried a warmth that belied their sting. Quelaag's straightforward nature shone through, her affection for Oscar as raw and unfiltered as her usual brusque demeanor. Like her sister, she now radiated an allure that seemed to transcend mortal beauty, embodying a fiery essence that was nothing short of divine.
The two sisters, now imbued with a revitalized vigor, stood as living embodiments of chaotic power and beauty, their forms gleaming with the fiery essence that Oscar's roar had awakened within them.
Oscar stood atop the cliffside, his imposing figure silhouetted against the tumultuous backdrop of the Demon Ruins. The multitude of demons below looked up at him in awed silence, their once-frantic movements stilled as they gazed at their newfound leader with reverence. The sheer magnitude of Oscar's power was undeniable, his roar having united and empowered them in a way that few could have imagined.
As the two sisters stepped forward and stood at his side, Quelaan's eyes gleamed with a cunning light as she took in the scene before her. The potential before her was almost enough to make her mouth water. Her mind raced with possibilities—She'd bet on a racehorse and hit the jackpot. She'd already laid the groundwork and had his heart practically handed to her on a silver platter.
Her thoughts raced with schemes to leverage Oscar's strength and affection for both herself and Quelaag. The future seemed ripe with potential, and she was determined to shape it to her advantage.
Her excitement was barely contained as she turned to Oscar. "I don't know how you managed to harness such power, but we'll figure that out later. Heh, heh, heh, are you seeing this?!" Her voice was a bubbling crescendo of delight. "You've brought equilibrium to the land, healed the chaos-ravaged, and empowered demonkind. The very air crackles with reverence for you!"
"Meaning what exactly?" Quelaag asked, clearly less concerned with planning and more with the immediate impact.
"Meaning what? Meaning what?!" Quelaan exclaimed, unable to suppress her mirth and excitement. "It means we've been handed the keys to the kingdom, you goofball! Heh, heh, heh! We've got a means to stabilize the domain, influence the beasts, and ensure they are strengthened. We could even take the fight straight to Izalith and— Oh, ho, but I'm getting ahead of myself. First, we must harness this power and understand its full capabilities. Rest easy, Oscar, I'll teach you everything you need to know, my love. You won't find a more knowledgeable master of pyromancy and souls in all the—"
"I can feel it… It's like a heavy curtain." Oscar interrupted cryptically, a trace of anger in his voice. "A curtain that has been…thinned. By something cold and hungry."
"Wait, what?" Quelaan's eyebrow shot up, her excitement morphing into confusion.
"Oh, great. He's speaking gibberish now," Quelaag commented dryly, shaking her head. "The power must have cracked his little human mind like an egg."
"Like hell it did! Not when we're on the verge of-" Quelaan's eyes blazed with fury, before stopping herself and taking a deep breath; realizing she was failing miserably at playing her role. She was supposed to be the adorable and mischievous one, while her sister took on the aggressive and fiery persona. With a quick change in attitude, she plastered on a sweet smile. "*Ahem* What I meant to say was that Oscar is far too stubborn to simply stumble so soon. And he's obviously not going to throw away-"
As if on cue, Oscar turned away from the sisters, his gaze fixed intently on the horizon. His expression was one of intense concentration, his eyes narrowing as he felt a palpable pull from the source of the cataclysm.
"Hm. He's going to do something stupid." Quelaag said plainly.
"N-No, he's not. That's ridiculous," Quelaan replied with a nervous smile, though her face betrayed her worry.
"He's human and he's gained power. It comes with the territory." Quelaag added dryly
"Oh my god, you're ri— Okay, okay—Oscar, not that I'm saying I agree with what Quelaag is saying, but before you say another word or make any more moves, let's just take a step back and—"
"I can feel it… weakness…" Oscar's voice was resolute as he placed a clawed hand upon the air in front of him, beginning to will forth a great tear. The space in front of him warped and twisted under his touch, the sheer force of his action both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
With a final, forceful motion, he ripped open a massive, fiery rift.
"And~ there it is. Something incredibly stupid," Quelaag commented with a shake of her head, unphased by the display.
"There is no way you're serious right now!" Quelaan nearly shouted, her frustration reaching a peak. "Oscar, you're not really going to leave all this behind, right? Do you realize the strategic advantage we've gained here? We're in the middle of a demon-infested realm, and you have the power to empower and possibly control demons!"
The rift grew larger, a swirling vortex of energy opening up to reveal a chaotic void beyond. Oscar took a step forward, glancing back at the sisters one last time.
"Someone has to pay for all this suffering." Oscar said aloud.
"Okay, I don't know what you've seen or what's happened, but you need to take a moment and get a grip! Just listen to me for two seconds, please, and don't leave!" Quelaan huffed with an uncharacteristic annoyance in her tone
"We're not exactly done here, Oscar. You still need to explain yourself," Quelaag added, crossing her arms, pretending not to enjoy the sight of her sister losing her composure.
Ignoring their protests, Oscar was already disappearing into the light.
"Hey! Did you hear me? I said we're not done!" Quelaag called out, following Oscar into the light.
As the rift's light burned brightly, Quelaan's composure disintegrated into a tempest of frustration. She stood on the cliffside, her eyes blazing with fury, fists clenched as if she might wring the very air of its annoying audacity. Her usually serene and charming exterior cracked dramatically, revealing a burst of exasperated emotion.
"Are you kidding me?!" Quelaan roared, her voice echoing off the cliff like a storm. She stomped her spider feet with a fury that sent tiny tremors through the ground. "You—insufferable—idiotic—human!" Each word was punctuated by a furious jab of her arm toward the disappearing Oscar. "We're standing here with the keys to the kingdom, and what do you do? You just up and leave!"
Her frustration erupted in a whirlwind of exaggerated gestures. She flailed her arms like a windmill gone mad, her long, spidery limbs swinging wildly. "Demons actually looking at us with something like respect! And what do you do? You march off to chase some cryptic nonsense! God-fucking-dammit!"
Quelaan paced around in a full circle, her movements so animated they bordered on theatrical. "Who does that?! Who gets handed the ultimate power and then decides, 'Oh, let's abandon all this and go off on some silly quest for vague destiny! UGH! IT'S SO STUPID!" She threw her hands up in the air dramatically, her frustration clear in every line of her face. "I am going to rip your spine out your rear end and strangle you with it for this, Oscar, you low-born, two-brain-cell having, son of a bitch!"
Quelaan's temper reached a fever pitch, her huffing and puffing filling the air as she vented. Her chest heaved with deep breaths as she gripped her hands in the air and imagined strangling Oscar with her bare hands; her normally impeccable posture now undone by her tantrum.
After several moments of theatrical venting, she took several deep breaths, her shoulders rising and falling as she tried to compose herself. Her face was flushed with anger, her usually smooth and elegant demeanor momentarily forgotten. With a final, dramatic breath, she straightened her disheveled hair and adjusted her posture, forcing herself back into her calm, composed guise.
"Alright… alright," she said, her voice now smooth and controlled. "I'm calm. I'm perfectly calm...and glad no one was here to hear me say such things." She took another deep breath and cast one last wistful glance at the scene she was leaving behind—the demons below now seeming to stir with a mix of confusion and newfound power, and her massive, deformed brother looking slightly less pained.
"So," she continued, her tone regaining its usual charm but with a trace of lingering irritation, "we'll just put a pin in this and come back to it later. Patience is a virtue, after all. I suppose I'll really have to keep that in mind for my dearest husband." With that, she took a final look at the cliffside, her eyes lingering at the scene of the Demon Ruins; taking keen notice that the demons were looking about with what looked to be a sense of newfound awareness of their surrounding. Even the great form of her massive and deformed brother appeared as if he was not in as much pain as he was in previously and was radiating power.
It was all so miraculous and they were just walking away from this.
With a resigned sigh, Quelaan called out to her brother one last time. "Wait for us here, brother! We'll be back before you know it."
With that, Quelaan walked through the light, following her sister and the human who, frankly, she was a little annoyed with at the moment.
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For a long moment, silence reigned among the demons.
The Taurus Demon, Capra Demons, and other grotesque forms stood motionless. The Ceaseless Discharge, towering above them, glanced down, and its gaze met those of the smaller demons below. An unspoken communication passed between them—a shared recognition of purpose.
The stillness shattered as the horde erupted into movement. A low, anticipatory growl rose from the mass, growing louder and more fervent. The demons' eyes glowed with a unified intensity as they surged toward the cliffside where the rift had been.
The larger demons led the charge, their immense forms pushing through the crowd with unyielding determination. They cleared a path, shoving smaller demons aside with brute force, their movements a blend of chaotic urgency and focused intent.
Smaller, quicker demons darted and leaped, their limbs a blur of frantic energy as they followed the path cleared by their larger counterparts. The cliffside, once an obstacle, now appeared as a beacon—a gateway drawing them ever closer.
As the last of the demons began their ascent, the rift's glow flickered intermittently, casting erratic shadows across the scene. The demons pressed forward, driven by a singular, instinctual urge. Their eyes remained locked on the rift, guided by an unrelenting drive:
Follow.
NOW HOLD ON! JUST HOOOOOOLD OOOOON! I GOT THINGS TO SAY!
OKAY, SO FIRST, that I have a goddamn blast really playing around with what Oscar, wielding the power of chaos and the everlasting dragons, is capable of. I always felt that Chaos should be something violent and overwhelming; far more than "slightly more intense fireball" like in the game. I wanted power so great that it's ironic for Oscar in particular; as he was the one who wanted such strength, but now he has to weigh if using it and destroying EVERYTHING is what he really wants.
But most of all, I wanted Oscar to continue to parallel Kaylen's journey. Kaylen has formed a connection with the cold, void of Lifehunt=Oscar wield the overwhelming might of Chaos. I like the suggestion that their paths are tied to one another every step of the way.
Secondly, I wanted to use this chapter to really showcase that shits not all hugs and good times like it may seem with the Prophet. Priscilla's rampage and loss of control had horrible consequences. So, even if she didn't mean it, I really wanted to push the message that shit is far more screwed than ever before for everyone and that Oscar isn't really wrong for being pissed about it.
Thirdly, in case you guys didn't catch things before, the massive slug creature and the colossal skeleton creature that Oscar ran into were both Aldritch and High Lord Wolnir. I figure that, since the First Flame could be considered something as an omni-present force that is the physical representation of life and time (I think), I could have a bit of fun with just throwing monsters and bosses in there. I don't think it breaks logic too much, right.
Also, yes, the dark figures that Oscar killed in the abyss was one of the "four Kings" and yes, Oscar has managed to attain a single fragment of a Lord Soul via killing one of them. I figure that, with time and space collapsing, this encounter is not so outlandish and more than provides reason why Oscar would be able to "burn" his path to Quelaag and Quelaan; with even further justification being that they have a covenant and are connected with one another.
As for how he's able to go to Anor Londo to Kaylen and the gang, well...it was ground zero for Priscilla's panic attack. So i figure that Anor Londo current placement on any timeline is basically nonexistent; allowing monsters and entities of all types to force their way in if they wanted.
And lastly, with Oscar empowering demon kind, I admit that I am swinging for the fences with that one. I was inspired by playing Dark Souls 3 again and fighting the Demon Prince; who is able to be reborn just from the MEMORY of their power. And given a lot of context like pyromancies like that "Power Within" existing, dragons being able to share their power and their even being healing pyromancies; I thought that Oscar empowering and healing demons was something that was far fetched even with his limited knowledge of his power. There is a lot of evidence to show that revitalization and empowerment through chaos is definitely possible, even more in bounds given that Oscar has a small shard of a Lordsoul now.
...Also, I thought "I would be badass if the demons got stronger with the world going to shit" and just said "Fuck it, we ball". XD
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. Was the horror the world is currently going through displayed well enough? Was Oscar's level of raw power believable or a bit too much? Does it make sense for Oscar to be able to empower the demons or what that a bit out of left field? Was Quelaan right to take a minute shit-talk Oscar for not listening to her?
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. I don't why, but I just find it really funny to imagine Quelaan, this giant spider demoness, stomping around like a child because she's so pissed off. XD
P.P.S. Okay, just to feel out the room, does anyone else think I "treat the women in the story like objects"? Cause, holy moly, this is the first time I've heard anything even close to something like that about this story.