Dark Souls: The first flame

Part two, The Flame of Chaos

His sister had requested his presence at the centre of the Izalith. As for why he'd been summoned, he was clueless. He only knew that it was an urgent request.

He was wondering what it could be that his sister had wanted. He was thinking as he took the most direct route into the Izalith over the bridge, which lead into the dark chaber of the undergound tunnels. The surroundings were pitch black. the only way to see were some torches on the walls.

In the centre of this large, natural chamber was the circular disc of the Izalith. The bridge was almost a direct route into the centre of the Izalith. It took a few minutes to get there, and when he did, he was surprised to see a tree ths far beneath the ground. The tree stood tall, about twenty feet tall, in the centre of the large, circular atrium in the centre of the Izalith.

'Ah, brother, I am pleased you could make it with such hatse.'

'As am I, sister. Now how might I be of service?'

'Your sisters and I, we have been tasked by Lord Gwyn himself, to recreate the flame.'

He pondered this for a brief while. then after a prompt from his sister, reluctantly accepted this offer.

The sisters formed a circle in front of the large tree, whilst the brother was sent to douse any flames and form complet darkness within the room. Once he had finished, he joined the sisters, taking his place within the circle that had been left for him. Once they were all present, the sisters began to chant, whilst the brother sat in silence.

The brother looked around, as he saw a small flame appear in the center of the circle. They had done it. But the flame grew larger, until the sisters had to break concentration as not to be engulfed by the flame themselves. But the flame continued to grow, until it hit the tree.

By some miraculous force, the tree absorbed all the flame which had turned into chaos. The tree began to grow, and grow, and grow. eventually, it stopped, when it was no shorter than sixty feet tall.

Then the flame exploded from the giant tree, which had now seemed to grow its own mind and become sentient. The borther looked at the tree carefully, and noticed one of his sisters had gone missing. He scanned the room with as much urgency as fear. eventually he saw a body laying on the floor.

He ran up to her, but to no avail. She was a lifeless corpse with her soul sucked from her very body. The brother let out a cry of rage, sadness, and hatred for the creature they had created.

He lay the body down to rest and sprinted towrds the tree, the cause of his anger. Only when he approached did he notice a small (well, about four inches long) maggot looking demon within the tree.

It was at this moment he realised that his sisters had birthed a bed of chaos. The Bed of Chaos. He ralised it was hopeless now, and ran for his life, away from the demon, only stopping to rescue his sister's lifeless corpse.

Before he could leave however, a second force of the chaos flame errupted, this time striking him through the heart. He collapsed in agony, but his adrenaline was pumping. He refused to die, not here. He got up and carried his sister out of the chamber.

Nothing was the same however. he noticed that there seemed to be firey orange glow from beneath the Izalith. It hadn't taken long for him to realize that the chambers of the underground cavern were being filled with lava.

And so he ran, beginning to falter now as he began to cross the bridge he had crossed only minutes before he heard a loud roar from the Izalith. He risked a look back, only to see all manner of demons charging from the Izalith.

The sisters of chaos had created more than one demon, but a whole amry of them.

He made it out of the Izalith, and began to head up to a chamber higher up where they regrouped. The demons never found them, but he did find that some of his sisters had also been struck by one of the flame explosions.

The body of his sister was taken an laid to rest on a platform high above the lava lake, which had formed partly due to the bed of chaos. but only partly. The area she was laid to rest was now guarded by her brother, who had himself now become the demon which watched over her body. His body had grown to stand eighty feet tall and was covered in fire and lava, with massive tendrils protruding from his spine.

A few of his sisters worked together to build a ring, which for as long as he hedl, would sooth the pain of the flames of chaos consuming his body. While he bacame a demon and lost who he was, he still guarded his sister with his life.

After the ring was made, the remaining of his sister, apart from two that is, scattered themselves across the world. The two that remained never lost themselves. Both of these sisters were also struck by the flame. One became immobilised by the flame, and needed her loyal servant, Longfinger Kirk to strip people of their humanity to sooth her suffering as she began to slowly die. The other sister, Quelaag, guarded her sister. Whilst she did lose herself to the demon spider which was fused to her lower body, unlike her sister, it was not killing her.

Both these siblings guarded someone close to them, one of their sisters.

The brother became known as the Ceasless Discharge, and eventually dropped the ring, which was eaten by a centipede demon lurking in the lower levels of the chambers of earth. It also became apparant that it was the brother that also created lava around his feet, which ultimately added another layer of protection to his sisters body.

The Ceasless Discharge looked over his sisters body in agony, but until the end of time, until by chance that one day, after the bell of awakening had been rung, an undead should approach the corpse of his sister, and change his life forever...