Waste

Born of Filth

Time to shake off the rust.🗿
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"Thin One's" P.O.V.

*Drip*
*Drip*
*Drip*

Why was I born as I am?

Sickly grey Dragon-scaled skin, black claws adorning my fingernails and toenails, and prominent horns sit atop my head as if it's a crown...a crown of the cursed blood. I am no King, nor Lord, or anything of importance...I am a sewer rat, getting ready to drink literal piss water.

'I miss the sound of Miquella's laughter....and Malenia's passion for the blade....'

My empty violet pink eyes staring back in the reflection of stagnant water....I don't want to drink this nasty shit, but if I were to venture outside above ground...the OmenKillers would hunt me down like a rabid animal... Too troublesome...just pinch your nose and drink your fill.

Full lips making contact with the dirty "drinking" water, I gag it all down in greedy gulps..... Everything hurts, everything is dark..... Everyone here is suffering.... Heavy footsteps approach from behind me.

???: "Thin one, Lord Morgott and Lord Mohg demand audience with all!"

I nod with a soft grunt. Of course they would send their strongest proxy my way, heads stuck too far up their asses because of the bloodline they hail from. But just enough respect towards me as a worthy fighter?... By sending a proxy???.... I should smack them silly.

I stand up and face the pathetic Omen.

Thin One: "Should I take this as a threat?.. To 'demand' me? What if I said no?"

He looks down and away from me in submission.

???: "No fight...royal blood will come..."

I frown.....the demigods? Here of all places?

???: "I have no time for pleasantries Morgott...where are the finest amongst you lowly lot?"

Morgott: "Thy has taken all of our finest....but this one."

I pay no heed to Morgott's fatherly warning tone towards me....sure I'll be on my best behavior old man. I smile and bow to the Embracing Flame. The redheaded demigod's one eye roaming over my figure in an appraising look.

Thin One: "Lord Messier, what brings you to us filth?"

???: "Another well spoken Omen outside of you twins and the third in power?"

Morgott: "Yes Lady Melina..."

I catch sight of the beautiful Maiden hidden behind Messmer's shadow. My eyes practically twinkling at the scarce view...

Thin One: "Ah, so that was the sweet smell...hello..."

Lord Messmer immediately points his spear at my throat. So I ponder, when was the last time my hollowed soul casted itself upon such elegance? Her left eye appears to be sealed shut with a strange mark on the delicate pale flesh. I look at my large hands, calloused, covered in dirt... Gazing back up to her, our eyes connect, a shimmering Golden Light...