Tensura Alteration: The Accursed One

Abyssal Underworld

Faraam stood over the meadow, small as it was, it felt relaxing to stand on it.

But there was such a familiar feeling near him, he swore to himself that there was a piece of his soul just a little way's off.

He stepped into the blazing land that somehow surrounded the green meadow without consuming it, but Faraam did not question it, for he has seen things that can be called into question more than this.

The entire land felt eerie, he knew he did not belong, but how could anything belong here? A question that did not cross his mind for one second, because he was focused on one thing right now.

His suspicions were slowly turning into reality in his mind, and when they fully turned so, he knew what it was immediately.

He saw an approaching darkness, that of a cold and still source.

This was..

The humanity, the same humanity he can gain from the human effigies he uses.

It was such a nostalgic feeling, it had not been long since he was separated from his former world, but when you lose something so dear, it's like you lose years off your life.

He kept drawing closer to this "source", and soon enough, the entire area was shrouded with this cold and ominous presence.

..

Who was that..?

Long ago, in the lands of ages past, long before Drangleic, where Faraam hails from, was a land known as Oolacile.

It was a land of many a people, creatures, and tales.

But among these tales was a tale of a human who was considered an ancient one, a primordial.

His resting site laid a visit to the populous of Oolacile, where word of his past was exchanged, everyone tried understanding the secret of who laid in the grave.

Those who held the knowledge and ability to dig into the origins of this land, and the origins of the gods, could only get as close as relating Manus to the "Furtive Pygmy", but they could not go beyond that.

But the mark was hit, he was indeed a Primordial Human, from the ancient times of the gods themselves, when Gwyn defeated the Everlasting Dragons.

Now, the story to be told is that of his, and how the Abyss came to be.

He was long dead, but some who can only be described as foolish came for his rest.

Why? Why must they excavate that which they cannot comprehend? How idiotic can one get?

No matter, but it was certain someone pushed them to do it, otherwise no one would be in their right mind to think doing that is a sane thing to do.

And as they dug, dug and dug, they unleashed horror upon this world.

The now enraged Primordial Human had no mercy for such idiocy, and his core, his essence, his humanity itself began to shake, it exploded like nothing had ever had before, and the world was never the same.

The Abyss.

Darkness, darkness all around.

The entire land was consumed, it was void, pitch black.

Every human and every single living thing was turned to darkness.

The land lost it's color, and one massive creature stood in the midst of everything.

It was then that the legend of Manus, the Father of the Abyss, came to fruition.

Oolacile, Lordran, and even future kingdoms would never be the same, as all would fight against this abyss one way or another.