Against All Evil

Dark Souls 1 - Oscar

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"In the Age of Ancients, the world was unformed, shrouded by fog. A land of gray crags, Archtrees, and Everlasting Dragons. But then there was Fire, and with fire came disparity. Heat and cold, life and death, and of course, light and dark. Then from the dark, They came, and found the Souls of Lords within the flame. Nito, the First of the Dead, The Witch of Izalith and her Daughters of Chaos, Gwyn, the Lord of Sunlight, and his faithful knights. And the Furtive Pygmy, so easily forgotten

With the strength of Lords, they challenged the Dragons. Gwyn's mighty bolts peeled apart their stone scales. The Witches weaved great firestorms. Nito unleashed a miasma of death and disease. And Seath the Scaleless betrayed his own, and the Dragons were no more.

Thus began the Age of Fire. But soon, the flames will fade, and only Dark will remain. Even now, there are only embers, and man sees not light but only endless nights. And amongst the living are seen, carriers of the accursed Darksign.

Yes, indeed. The Darksign brands the Undead. And in this land, the Undead are corralled and led to the north, where they are locked away to await the end of the world... This is their fate."

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But from beyond, an entity looked at this dying world and said, "No..."

Northern Undead Asylum

It was dark... He tried to move, but his Elite Knight Armor weighed him down. He felt so tired. In hindsight, he should have been more careful when jumping across the rooftops of the Asylum, looking for any sane undead. A misstep had him falling through a hole in the roof and crashing into a pile of stone bricks. The loud cracks that erupted from his body were a good indicator of his status.

He had hoped to find the Chosen One. The prophecy was limited, but everyone pointed this out. He had gone through many trials, terror, and excruciating pain only to discover that no other sane undead was left. There was no Chosen Undead to take up his mantle.

The knight lay on the bed of rubble for some time. His steel armor and oiled leather gleamed in the dim light. With the remnants of his strength, he looked to the side of him. It was an enclosed room. He would be trapped here even if he managed to get back up. Hope seemed to fade in his heart. This would be the prison of his soon-to-be hollowing. With nothing but his thoughts, he closed his eyes and sighed. Hours passed. He just lay there. The silence was deafening.

Suddenly, he heard heavy footsteps walking across the stone walkways nearby. It was probably one of the undead he released. The wall before him suddenly exploded as a massive iron ball plowed through. When the dust cleared, the same heavy footsteps approached.

The knight weakly managed to look up as the stranger walked into the dilapidated little cell and stared at him. He could understand. He was a bleeding mess with bones broken and protruding. Slimy water covered his lower half.

Oscar blinked at the newcomer. He didn't remember releasing this undead. The stranger wore green armor with a strange emblem on the belt. It was a design that Oscar didn't recognize. Even though his abdomen was exposed, Oscar felt it didn't matter to the warrior. He could feel the stare coming through the helmet.

"Oh, you're no hollow... eh? Thank goodness..." Before Oscar could say anything else, his eyes strayed to something.

"Regrettably," his blood formed a red cloud in the water. "I have failed in my miss—where... did you get that?" Oscar stared at the Demon's Great Hammer attached to the strange man's back.

In response, the green warrior gestured toward the open double doors below past the courtyard.

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