When King Henry's most trusted knight returns from battle, she returns with a gift. But one very different from anything Lord Immersion has recieved thus far

Dark knights is contrast to the white knights who is the epitome of goodwill. The Dark knight is good of heart, but cunning, manipulative and pragmatic.
The story of the birth of the world most powerful Dark Knights!

Blane dirk was 12 when his mom died his older sister who is 20 took him in. 10 years later he finds out his mother's murderer is starting to kill even more people he put it in his hands to stop the murderer

You could see a young man waiting at the traffic lights,
his name is Bruce Wayne a normal worker.


When his parents died in a car accident he was four years old, so he can't remember their faces. He also has no other family members who can adopt him, so he lived in an orphanage, He was very lonely and has no friends until he was 18 because no family wanted to adopt him due to his reticent personality.


Because of his personality, his only pleasure was comic, His favorite comic character is Batman a.k.a. The Dark Knight, because Batman is the smartest comic character in the DC universe, who has a plan for everything, and he almost always managed to defeat people with surgical superpowers.


Later, when our protagonist wants to cross the street, he is hit by Truck-kun, when he wants to go to a comic book store, he is run over by Truck-kun and his last thought was "PLEASE Detect MY INTERNET HISTORY" says Bruce.


You see a bright soul floating in the dark, the ball of light is our protagonist. Bruce: "Where am I? Am I dead?" Said, Bruce


Unknown voice: "Yes, you are dead and you are in the emptiness of the worlds," said the strange voice in the emptiness. Bruce: "Are you God?"


Unknown voice: "Yes, but I am not the God of Bible, I am the Egyptian god Osiris God of the Nile of the afterlife and rebirth because you have lived a sad life I will be born again in Marvel with 1 wish".


Bruce: "ok, I wish that I could be reborn as a billionaire and playboy Bruce Wayne with his knowledge and the company Wayne Enterprises," he said


Osiris: "OK, I fulfill this wish, I hope we won't see each other again so quickly".


Then everything went black for him and
disappeared into the empty
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XXX: "Congratulations, it's a boy,"








To be continued...

"I don't want to attend that fan meeting! I don't want to join the Marvel exhibition! I don't want to participate in the film's promotion! The film is a product of the Hollywood assembly line. My presence won't affect anything. I just want to go home!"
 "I have read your email, Qin Guan, but you need to stay in America until you finish your job! My expected date of delivery is around next February. You are of no help at home right now. Plus, we call each other every day. There is no difference. Okay, I'm busy. I have to go now. Bye!" Qin Guan felt like he had been abandoned in a foreign country. He could only fall asleep by holding Cong Nianwei's photos in his arms. As a father-to-be, he was obsessed with his wife and new baby. Even the bustling American downtown couldn't fill the void in his heart.
 He had been invited to attend the largest comic exhibition in the US as a way to promote "The Dark Knight". Warner Bros. had invested a lot in the movie, with the intention of creating another superhero legend that would make box office history.
 This was the first time Qin Guan was seeing so many characters from American cartoons. Unlike the elegant, fine cartoons in Japan, American comic characters were tougher and more realistic. People had gathered in the exhibition hall from all corners of the nation, wearing all kinds of costumes.
 The average American loved superheroes. One could see DC and Marvel superheroes side by side, staring at each other with hostility.
 There was Iron Man, Spiderman, The Hulk, Batman... Qin Guan was the only guy not wearing a costume or any makeup.
 As a result, he attracted more attention than the others. I should have at least dressed up as a Doraemon. I look really odd now!
 Some people, who had gone there specifically for him, spotted Qin Guan immediately. The girls, who had seen Qin Guan in the film's poster, thought that he was most likely the most handsome villain in film history.
 It was interesting how many humans liked villains. The Batman exhibition was occupied by those girls, who were wearing different costumes and makeup. Their long legs shocked the other introverts in attendance.
The girls rushed over to Qin Guan, screaming, "My love! My Joker! Please take me away! I'll be your slave forever!" Aren't beautiful girls supposed to love superheroes? Costume stores had welcomed plenty of customers that day. As a result, villain costumes had been almost sold out.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

The emotionless gaze of a young and indifferent Lord fell upon ''Qin Yu Xuan''.
Lord Asher looked down at the frightened face that seemed to have seen a ghost or rather, at the face of the brainless scoundrel that tried to touch his possession.
His fury flamed up again as though oil had been poured over a fire as he recalled the terrified look that had permeated Wendy's face at the knight's conclusion that the food was poisoned.
He was lucky that he had ordered his personal knight to guard Wendy carefully at all times; If he hadn't…
Lord Asher's dark brows scrunched up slightly and his rage increased once more.
He looked down again at 'Qin Yu Xuan'.
"Bastard…"he couldn't help but curse at her in disgust as though the person before him wasn't even human anymore. Of course, to the eyes of the public, he was doing this for the safety of his territory's residents, not on personal grounds. Thus, his noble image increased tenfold in the hearts of the public while their detestation for 'Qin Yuxuan' increased a hundredfold.
'Killing two birds with one stone...at least this scoundrel did some good in her life by helping me but…' She was going to die anyway…
Lord Asher indifferently signalled to his main adviser with a cold smile. The gruff man nodded back as he whispered to the knight beside him…
"Qin Yuxuan, on a scale of one to ten, how viciously would you prefer me to kill you?"Lord Asher sported an empty smile as he spoke frankly to the silent lady still held in the guillotine's opening.
Long Xian sneered inwardly at him. 'It's obvious that you're relieving your pent-up sadism with those words. Don't act all noble.' However, her face lit up as though a miracle had happened as she quoted the original Qin Yu Xuan's words, "Asher, please spare me! It was all that slut's work! She paid me to play villain so that she could curry favour with you! Remember that my father is Marquis Rudrick's main attendant; he can share some good words about you if you spare me!"
Lord Asher's main adviser thought she was joking or just downright crazy. A mere Marquis's attendant's daughter? Lord Asher was the youngest Arch Duke, being the King's most beloved son. Did he really need to lick the boots of a mere Marquis? It should be the Marquis to latch onto his thigh and clean Lord Asher's boots spotless!
Lord Asher resisted the growing urge to slap the brazen scum into the ground. He saw the knights walking swiftly through the crowd and smiled slightly. "I gave you two chances but you ignored my generosity. You really are a dog, now...you can only regret…"

***

From above Rosaria's town square, hovered the dignified figure of a man in white robes.

His long black hair flowed gently down his straight back and swayed even when there wasn't a breeze. The figure's bluish green eyes reminded one of the vast and boundless ocean stretching past the horizons.

He sighed as his eyes looked down at the platform that was erected in front of a podium. Crowds had formed round, numbering about fifty-nine.

Even from above he could sense all the negative emotions accumulated in the square and thrown at the podium.

However, he was startled most by the malevolent energy from the indifferent youngster, supposedly the male lead of this comic.

"That's weird… Magic shouldn't exist in this world…"Gu Shenmi rubbed his chin thoughtfully with his index finger. Though he hadn't completed reading it, from his knowledge thus far about the storyline, magic was a mere fairy tale like on Planet Earth.

The only possibility that he could draw up from the stark malevolence in Lord Asher's being was a deep connection to the world of the dead.

In this world, there were two types of people.

The first category was those who were connected to the world of the sentient or living. The 'sentient' were those accepted by society and blessed with the power to purge darkness and evil. It was simply those who had received acknowledgement from the Church and therefore received protection against evil spirits.

Then there was the second category.

The other category were those connected to the underworld-the world of the dead. It was a given that this type of people weren't alive but neither were they dead. They were immortal entities that had sunk into malevolence due to the regrets of the time when they were alive. They then came back back alive due to the power of an unknown being to wreak havoc.

The 'sentients' could only appear during nighttime though. That's why this 'Lord Asher' who had a great amount of dark energy piqued Gu Shenmi's interest.

"Now I just have to read this comic."Gu Shenmi hummed to himself happily then vanished. He wasn't worried about Long Xian at all.

***

Blood flowed as if a spring from her wounds, pooling beneath her haggard body. Several arrow shafts pierced through her flesh, slicing her tendons and limbs into small clumps of meat.

"Qin Yuxuan" deeply regretted her past, yet also a spark of animosity surfaced in her eyes as she looked straight ahead at Lord Asher's feet.

The words were lodged at the base of her throat. "Damn... .. psychopath."Qin Yu Xuan opened her mouth to release the words dripping with venom, her eyes chilling like a lake in autumn.

Nonetheless, her words never reached the man's ears.

Lord Asher's slender hand grasped a handful of "Qin Yuxuan's" black hair, lifting up her head to look at him. "Is this atonement sufficient?"

The query plucked at her nerves. "Qin Yuxuan" bit her lip, watching the slender hand slowly unsheathing the braodsword from its leather scabbard.

Long Xian laughed coldly in her heart. Despite any possible repercussions, she couldn't let Lord Asher escape unharmed after brutally slicing up her dignity.

A terrible, cold, and most awful presence stood there gazing at Reginald that of Sir Knight Prince. The now inhuman figure of Sir Knight Prince icily thundered, "What is that which is being asked by the Head of the Prince family?"
"It has been forgotten and purposefully lost that which Herpo, the Foul produced," Reginald growled. "However, we know and still remember, what terrible creation Herpo forged, a Horcrux. And among the cousins of our ancient homeland, it is even whispered that there was one, who continued this work."
"And so, I ask, what is known about the being that is called-," Reginald paused to spell the following name, "H-Y-D-R-A." He was being cautious lest there be a spell or curse tied to that namesake.
Sir Knight Prince's eyes blaze terribly as the room temperature plummets even more causing for Reginald's breath to be seen. "Long ago, not long before the clans were destroyed, there was something very particular that was discovered. An orphaned boy with eyes like that of the night sky was found and taken in by one of the clans. The orphan was loved and cared for, but all those that grew to love him, began to change. Some almost remained the same, and others wholly changed, but they all had one singular thing in common, they were all able to speak to each other in their hearts. This clan sought to use this power to destroy their enemies, but in the end, it was much too late, and the clan fell to the combined power of the four founders might. And thus, every single clan member was slain down to every woman and child."
"And?" Reginald querulously remarked.
   "There is only one other such recorded incident," Sir Knight Prince icily declared, "that of my own."
"You?" Reginald sputtered in blatant disbelief.
"Indeed," Sir Knight Prince inclined his head at the statement, but no emotion showed on his face. "In my youth, the Prince family had only just returned from Gaul for less than a decade. Our position was precarious, and we needed the legitimacy that only the court of muggles could offer. And so, a bargain was struck power and land for a great and powerful spell to ensure that this land never fall to foreign enemies, but the spell never mentioned anything about rebellion nor that of overthrowing the crown."
"Considering my stature, and personality, I was sent to court as a courtier with the title of a Knight. All was well until I feel for one of the Queen's handmaiden's, Delilah of Sorek. It is rather ironic considering her namesake and the great semblance to the maiden from the muggle bible," Sir Knight Prince stiffly said.
"Nevertheless, I digress, I believed myself in love, and confessed my existence as a wizard, and even that of a parselmouth. She loved me far and true and we were happy for a time," Sir Knight Prince frankly stated without even a hint of emotion. "That is until one day, Delilah returned from confession. She said that the priest had touched her hand."
 "Naturally, I thought nothing of it, but Delilah began to withdraw from that day on. During her lucid moments, she whispered that a demon was eating away at her soul. I believed her cursed, and sought every means which to free her, but to my great joy, one day, she returned to herself," Sir Knight Prince confessed. "And all was well until the day she betrayed me and accused me of treason. I was beheaded without further delay, before word was even sent to the family. And so, I died, and I awoke at Prince Manor vowing to protect the Prince family line until the end of time."
 "And what else?" Reginald flatly asked. "You recognized that name, Sir Knight Prince, what else is there? Answer me?!"
"No," Sir Knight Prince frigidly refused. "The girl is already in danger from Fate as it is, Fate will not allow another to know such knowledge without a price. You are still needed; the girl and the boy must be protected."
Reginald visibly startled at the mention of Severus as well. "Rowan, I can understand, but Severus?"
"The boy has yet to fully awaken," Sir Knight Prince explained, "and he will."
Reginald impatiently waited for Sir Knight Prince to expand more on the subject, but Sir Knight Prince did not speak another word on the subject. Furrowing his brow, Reginald curtly says, "Is Severus, a Parselmouth?"
"No," Sir Knight Prince replied in a dead tone of voice.
 Reginald's mind runs a list of gifts in his mind, before picking a few from the Prince family repertoire. "A Farseer as well?"
"No."
"Divination?"
"An accurate instinct, yes."
Reginald went down a list, and to which most of them Sir Knight Prince replied with a "No." Annoyed and greatly vexed, Reginald finally says, "Then what exactly will be Severus's role to play?"
"Fate has yet to finish weaving her tapestry," Sir Knight Prince cryptically answered to the further annoyance of Reginald.
Seeing that Reginald does not seem to have any further questions, Sir Knight Prince says, "Head of the Prince Household, are you satisfied with that which has been asked and answered?"
"No, but I have one more question."
"Go on."
"Just why has fate allowed for such an abhorrence to continue to exist?" Reginald flatly countered. "Surely, life and death must be balanced, and such an abominable existence would destroy the balance between this life and the next."
"It is why Fate has permitted the existence of the girl," Sir Knight Prince emotionlessly stated. "However, there must be a balance to all things, and it is the girl's duty and her alone to do so." Though Sir Knight Prince seemed to pause at that last part as if considering someone else as well.
"I understand," Reginald murmured with a cunning gleam in his eye. Hydra might be out of the question, but that did not mean if encountered he could not move against such an existence.
However, he would have to wait, and without a doubt, he was certain that Hydra would come for him, and his family. Because if Hydra was truly that orphaned boy from ancient times, then Hydra must loathe the very existence of the founder's descendants. And time had proven that as all the founder lines were said to have been destroyed until the Prince's stepped out into the light.
The Prince's were the children of Salazar Slytherin, the last family left. (If one ignored the Dark Lord, and Reginald would. Because he refused to acknowledge such an existence as being related to himself.) But even more worrisome, his grandchildren, Rowan and Severus carried the blood of three of the four founders. And so, wait he would.
"The vow is removed," Reginald finally said, before departing from the attic without another word.
A loud sigh is almost heard as the temperature in the room returns to normal. The lit candles begin to burn normally as the terrible wound on Sir Knight Prince's neck almost seems to bleed a thick dark steam, before the body of Sir Knight Prince removes the head from its neck, and returns to the chess board again.
 Sir Knight Prince lets out a loud tired sigh as his more jovial nature seems to return back to him, but there is still a cold chilly gleam in his eyes. The dead were bound by the constraints of the world of the living, but there are always exceptions and loopholes. And Sir Knight Prince was a Slytherin, sooner or later, his time would come.

Before there ever was a boy that ever lived in a cupboard on Four Privet Drive, there was a similar boy in a far worse home that lived on Spinner’s End. We all know the tale of that abused boy who grew up to become a bitter spy. But not all tales end the same for in the many parallel worlds that exist in the universe there are far better endings, and equally as many worse ones. This is a tale of one such condemned universe that for better or for worse chooses to change its own fate at through the sacrifice of the bitter spy.

(All rights to the Harry Potter world and characters belong solely to J. K. Rowling. However, I do claim creative fanfiction rights. Please do not post my fanfiction elsewhere without my express permission. This work will also be partially hosted at RoyalRoad, Wattpadd, and Archive.)

After Jason and his army take the path and reach the ledge. Jason feels awkward as he forgot about this. His army enters his shadow and he rides the Storm Drake with Takemikazuchi, Siegfried, Terrowin, and Friede. Once they make it to the Ringed City he makes the Drake land and it returns to his shadow.
He uses Zenith Tempest to send a massive black thunderbolt to hit the summoner who summons the archers and walks past the bridge. He loots the chunks and other loot and goes through the area. Until he reaches the bonfire.
He lights it and proceeds followed by his small group. He goes through until he sees the first Ringed Knight. Friede kills it in one slash and he approaches its body. "Rise." From the body emerges his new soldier and he plans to get quite a lot more.
Plus Unlike the game, he takes the armor, its sword, and the shield. He imminently upgrades it to +10. The moment he does the armor ignites and he feels the power coursing through him. The system allows him to upgrade gear directly through it.
'System will I be able to upgrade my gear past its limit with other materials.'
<You can. But the quality must surpass Titanite Slabs or titanite in general.>
He thinks about metals that match that quality and a few come to mind. Uru from marvel, proto adamantium, or Captain America's shield. He might travel to Marvel someday when he is much stronger.
As for the helmet he keeps his old one as the ring knight hood is kind of weird. He takes the path down and kills the enemies in the way. He enters the tower and takes the stairs down will his party kills the enemies. he even summons his wolves and has them go ahead,
He hears them snarling and biting and they come back dragging the body of a Ring knight and he is happy. "Good Boys." Their shadow tails wag and he rises the Ring Knight. This one has the spear and great dragon shield. He takes the gear and moves forward.
Siegfried kills the three heralds in a single swing and it's time for the swamp. Instead of dirtying his shoes he uses Zenith Tempest to freeze the whole swamp and makes the solid ground to walk on. His shadow army rushes in no longer needing to worry about the disgusting sludge.
Once his army slaughters the disgusting bugs and the bug people and drags back any Ring Knights they kill. Those join his army and he takes the stairs to the next bonfire and lights it. He rests at the bonfire and returns. His army kills the enemies again and the giant summoner. He decides to turn it and the giant creature kneels.
He nods and processes through his area he runs into the Dragon Slayer armor and Yhorm crushes it. He turns it and now he has two. Plus Vordt is quite happy to be on the ice. The many Ringed knights attack them, but the Abyss Watcher kills them all. He drags the bodies and he turns them and loots their gear.
He looks up and sees good old Midir. He uses a massive blizzard to freeze Midir solid and has his army especially Yhorm bring him here. He looks at the frozen dragon and kills it painlessly. A blade through it's brainstem and it dies. He looks at the body and plans to make a new set of armor from it. "Rise." From the frozen ice cube emerges the massive dragon that is Midir.
"I thank you for saving me from succumbing to the abyss. My Lord."
"You can speak?"
"Yes. My lord. It is forgotten that most dragons are sentient. Most of us don't use our minds and prefer brawn."
Takemikazuchi approaches and looks up at Midir and remembers when he allied with the ancient dragons. He gave everything up just or this reason. They are living beings that dint' deserve extinction.
"Well, Midir I hope you serve me for the coming eons well."
"It will be my honor, my lord." The massive dragon enters his shadow and he puts the ice cube with Midri's old body in his spatial ring. He will make his permanent armor and put it to good use.
He enters the path on the bridge and enters the tower with the undead. The skeletons are ripped apart easily and he uses the same ability as Storm from marvel. By using wind he flies to the top of the tower and lights the bonfire.
Plus he has completely ignored Ban's other powers. He activates snatch and the head of skeleton appears in his hand. He looks at the other one and activates Fox Hunt. The power of it enters him, but it is not much.
This could have been useful when fighting the justice league, but no use crying about it. After reaching the bridge where you would fight Midir he takes the whole bridge and keeps going forward. He goes past the illusionary walls and gets the miracle and kills the dual wielding greatsword wielder and turns it. He takes it's swords and leaves the armor. He has several sets of it and Jason looks at the huge building.
He walks up to it and the deep voice warns him to turn back. He decides to not kill it and decides to join the covenant. From killing Midir he got the means and offers them. He doesn't pray, but that seems to work just fine.  He enters and speaks to Judicator Argo.
"Spear of the Church, turn back. The Abyss runneth deep. Thou'rt sworn to protect our mistress's slumber.
Or wouldst thou thy covenant forsake, in violation of the King's decree?"
When he says that Takemikazuchi rises from Jason's shadow and has rage on his face. "Judicator. Do you say that my father, Gwyn placed my sister in this tower this city?"
The judicator is shocked. "Thee is the forgone first born of the king. Thou are not welcomed here. Turn back, or I shall administer justice on thee."
"JUDICATOR. I HAVE A RIGHT TO SEE MY SISTER AS THE LAST SON OF GWYN!"
Jason decides to tell him. "Your sister is in a slumber. The moment she awakens she will perish. I might be able to help. Well the judicator is not needed. Kill him."
Midir also rises from his shadow and fills the entire place with his massive frame. "I beg you my sovereign. Please help her. She was the one to hatch me and I my vow to combat the abyss was to her. As for you Judicator Perish."
Midir torches the Judicator to ash to in  a second. He returns to Jason's shadow and rises the stairs and lights the bonfire and he and Takemikazuchi rise the stairs until they see the sleeping Fillianore. Takemikazuchi approaches and is about to touch her before Jason grabs his arm.
"I wouldn't do that. The moment she awakens she will perish. She is the only thing keeping the world stable. As I haven't linked the fire it still dies as we speak. With it the world preparing for the coming age of dark. Give me a moment."
"I am sorry my sovereign. I was careless. How many of my familly have to be destroyed, by my fathers accursed age of fire. The fire is ment to be allowed to die and prolonging it brings calamity.
'System can you explain what is the deal with her. Is their a way to awaken her with out killing her.'
<Filianore is using her life as a means to hold the crumbling times and the dark at bay. The loss of her eyes and the abyss pooling down her eyes is the clue. You can substitute her waning life force with your own. As you are immortal this is simple. You have burned it before.>
He grabs her hand and begins to give her his life force. It is painful like he is loosing a part of himself, but it comes right back. As for Filianore she has awakened and feels her waning life being held. The egg in her hands has crumbled and in five minutes he is done.
Fillianore faints and Takemikazuchi holds her in a princes carry. The world gets dark and he looks out side. Pure dust and he heads out. Midir appears from his shadow among the sand and dunes.
"I thank you for helping her my sovereign." The giant dragon looks at the pigmy who drags himself and speaks of the red hood coming to eat their dark soul. "Fillianore....Help me please." He drags himself to the passed out Fillianore is Takemikazuchi arms and yet he is ignores.
Jason's bosses and named summons appear among the sands. Siegfried, Terrowin, Nero, Friede, Zamarok, Storm Drake, Vordt, Yhorm, Abyss Watcher, Pontiff Sullivan and his army of knights all walk across the dunes. He runs into Shira who sees Fillianore in Takemikazuchis arms and is livid.
She sees the shadow body of Midir and Fillianore who are alive.
"Why did thee awaken the princess. My friend Midir why have you allied yourself with his evil."
The giant dragon approaches his old friend and looks at her.
"Shira, my friend. I and the brother of the princes asked for her saving. No matter how long the princes slumbers her fate would have been terrible. This way she will once again live. My sovereign saved me from forgetting my vows. I ask thee not disrespect the sovereign."
"Brother? The one holding her?"
Takemikzuchi approaches Shira with his sister in his arms. "Hello knight of my sister. I am the first born of Gwyn. This fate that was placed on her was much too cruel. The fire must snuff it's self for the natural cycle that was meant to be."
"Now excuse us Shira."
He and the rest of the shadow army go through the dunes toward slave knight Gale. Shira stands in front of the army and goes up the Jason. "If thee believe this is for the best for the princess than I shall follow thee. This is not a option."
"I don't mind if you must. Follow my army." He jumps on Midir and his army follows behind him.
She walks next to Takemikazuchi and looks at the past out princess and her old friend Midir who is being ridden by Jason. The massive army marches in the dunes and they eventually reach the sight of the pigmy kings bodies. Midir walks forward and sees Gael drinking the blood of the pigmy. He look at Jason and reaches out.
"Give me that. Your Dark Soul. For my ladies painting."
"Gael stand down. I rather not kill you."
In his madness he charges at Jason and Midir swings his tail and hits him and sends him flying. With Midir and his army this might as well be a walk in the park. Midir steps on Gael and drives his claw through his chest. He claims the soul and the dark soul of man from Gael and moves to the body.
He holds his hand out and pats the old man in respect. "Rise." From his body rises the large body of the knight Gael. No longer will he call him a Slave Knight. A true knight he shall be.
"My lord it is my honor to serve you."
"Yes. Your service is appreciated. Lets take this to the lazy for her painting." He lights the bonfire and takes Fillianore to Firelink and their he goes to the painting. He and Gael give the a girl the blood of the dark soul.
She looks incredibly happy at finally having the material to paint.
"My thanks, Ashen One, uncle Gael, With this will I paint a world. Please tell me thy name.
I would name this painting after thee."
"My name is Jason. Jason Moore."
"I will paint a world of that name. Twill be a cold, dark, and very gentle place. And one day, it will make someone a goodly home."
"Do you think a city by the name of Yharnam will be in it."
"Yharnam? Never have I heard such a word. Yet, the word matches my world. That is it. Thank you Ashen one. Yharnam such a word." She looks at the shadow body of Gael and gets off her seat and walks to him.
She holds his hand and looks at him. "Uncle Gael what happened to thee. Why have you become this."
"Fret not my lady. I have never been happier. This is mealy a future. A better future. Go. You promised me you would pain a world."
She smiles and goes to her canvas. She starts to pain with he blood of the dark soul. Jason leaves her be and heads off. His time here is coming to an end. The last piece of the puzzle the Soul of Cinder. 
He, Gael, Siegfried, Friede, Terrowin, Takemikazuchi, Midir, and Shira all look to the sky. The world darkens. How much longer will the fire hold.
"How long do you think it will take for the fire to fade."
Siegfried looks to the sky and the darkening isn't too fast or slow. "I Say We Have A Good 100 Days Give Or Take."
"Looks like I have time to farm for Canis Lycon and Incinerate Anthem. Luckily they are cheaper than my own. 
He rides Midir to Anor Londo and once again summons his throne. This world was such a ride. Plus it was only the first round. The new game plus option is much different than just a slightly stronger foe. 
"It is almost time to leave for the past and harder challenges"
He makes up his mind. He needs his Black Lantern Ring as the rings are some of the strongest weapons in fiction. In his hands with his imagination the potential is limitless.

Jason Moore was a Dark Souls lover. He played them all and even played games that were even a little like it. However, two gods kill him, and in fear of their father pay him hush money with wishes.

oh boy where do I begin let's start with the very foundation of what it could be and all
cough cough look I know this is probably just some sketchy book you probably just found maybe you didn't even want to read it you miss clicked it or something but if you stay around to the end maybe you can be inspired creativity and all that magical jazz

let's start with what's my understanding of what any comic writer or journalist is or whatever you want to call it my name we shall refer to as Dot nothing more nothing less just a simple Dot in the line of many many comic users I might just be a random guy but creativity is everywhere everywhere you see on this site there's something pulling the strings of creativity is it ripoffs is it imagination is it spin-offs of something you love.
who knows how many explanations there are to show me questions the reader like you have but creativity is everywhere aspiring to be the top is something everyone wants to do but rarely ever have the patience for it or just simply get washed away you have courage you have artists but what you don't have is the other minds that are reading you always want your book to be what you enjoy something right something that you like or maybe you don't that's just the funny thing about imagination something that isn't real that Sparks life into every story imagination is the path to everything and nothing at the same time it will crush you and then rebuild you all over again within the same loop God I'm losing my mind anyway inspiring artists you see covers enjoy you wish to be something like that do you yes you the reader maybe this is unclear but take a look around there's so many stories and so many ties to many things art comes in many forms and yours can just be around the corner your strength weaknesses your passion and sadness from corners to corners it looms over you until it Sparks to life no one knows why it happens sometimes it's just there sometimes you get it from something else like logic or maybe emotions but in the end it all comes back down to imagination what makes the core of imagination is something that everyone in art understands creativity is just one part emotion is just one part there are many things everyone needs to know about imagination but I don't have time to list it all in just one log

 thinking about this just breaks one's mind so many possibilities so many loops so many fun ways to make your story come to life maybe I should sum creativity into a short story for you here

tales of legend in the old of history and beyond future and imagination here's his tale about the boy who lived in a town everyone was stronger than him picking on the poor boy day day out his mother died twin illness and father working non-stop he run away from home one night just to meet a simple man and the side of a street nothing to lose nothing to gain he walks up to this man and sits down and talks with him the man is old you can tell easily by the scars on his face he looked to be about in his 40s and up because the voice sounds like a lot of screaming but died down something that had experience in something horrid boy has to spend what's your name sir this the man looks at the boy he says sovereign my friend I have problems with seeing my eyes happen striked with up with lightning light so sorry if I cannot see you my poor boy but my name is Lance what's your name as the boy replied Joshua he asked do you have any stories of experience you might wish to tell when suddenly had a spark of life in his eyes and replied in such a happy way that like he was in a dark slumber the entire time grasping for something to give him light he told the boy of legends of old and wars of struggle Lance here was part of an elite fighting force known as the brigade they are test with protecting the king and protecting its people Lance was new to the kingdom simple teenager he was with just a small sword and light iron on he grasped the will of a knight and was the youngest in this elite fighting core but has time went by the youngest of the bunch notice something not just the corruption of the king but the withering of the town before that he told the king what he witnessed but the king was not willing to understand for one day a shadow loomed on the town and the witch came knocking at its door the witch somehow made it to the castle like an elderly woman but with the strange aroma like something is also there as she was let into the kingdom is the guards thought she was a guest for the king she confronted the king about the town but he was still unable to listen or hear her words so she cursed him with short sight the youngest Knight shouted please take my sight instead he might be a fool but he could still fix all of this she took his eyes and healed the king but the king still untrusting removed the youngest from the elite thinking he was useless now is Lance tells this tale the boy asked if it's true Lance replies the world has many responses of mine

A day later
Windy Fir woodlands
…
Sean trudged down the mouth of a dark cavern.
Although it was much warmer than the forest outside, Sean felt no warmth or comfort.
His captor led him deeper into the underground structure pulling him by a leash deeper into the cave.
Soon Sean saw a vague figure hidden in the shadows. It was another bandit.
The bandit turned to inspect the newcomers like a guard of some sort. After confirming their identities he greeted them warmly and let them pass through, completely ignoring Sean who was been towed behind.
Soon the former young master saw another figure underneath a lit torch and another one in a chamber he passed fondling a young girl in the dark crevices of the room.
As the young master walked down he was quick to confirm that this was the hideout the bandits had been talking about.
The air in the tunnels was damp and musky, sometimes even carrying a retch inducing draft.
Although there were signs of the conscious effort to keep the place clean, blood and other unpalatable fluids occasionally stained the place, marring whatever efforts were made.
It was obvious from the screams of despair and occasional moans echoing from the depths that this hell had possibly witnessed every form of debauchery known to man.
But despite this, Sean's face remained impassive.
He had missed his chance to escape that night. An unfortunate hare ran into the camp under the pursuit of a brown wolf startling the bandits awake and ruining Sean's chance to escape.
But still, he sought a way to out, scanning the tunnels discreetly for an escape route. Unfortunately, though there were none.
The bandits led him deeper until they reach the entrance to a large chamber. In front stood two burly men who appeared too well dressed to be bandits.
"What do you seek here?" One asked in a bored voice. Surprisingly he spoke fluently which was unusual for outlaws and peasants, behaving more like knights than the bandits he was.
"Pardon sirs, we seek an audience with the Lord." The leader said attempting poorly to match his fluency while simultaneously using a flattering tone.
"The Lord is absent, you may leave."
"Huh?"
"The young master and his guards were murder a while ago by suspected a knight and escorting two noblewomen. The lord ordered the killers be found but he wasn't satisfied with the results hence he decided to sort it out himself." One of the more patient guards spoke.
"Is the news you bring more important than this? If not you may leave." the other added.
The leader of Sean's captors had a conflicted and shocked look on his face unsure of how to reply.
Looking at his men who were giving him an encouraging gaze and remembering the possible rewards he could get for his task he gritted his teeth and replied.
"Sirs, I am not if this is more important but we caught a von Greifenberg and sought to turn him in."
"Huh?" The guard's brow rose in surprise.
" A von Greifenberg?" The leader asked with a frown. He finally noticed Sean who was hidden behind the larger men.
Frowning the Leader asked.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!" The captor's leader replied.
"Are you truly a von Greifenberg?" The other guard asked impulsively.
"Sirs, I don't think he would-" The captor's leader started speaking but was interrupted by Sean.
"Yes," Sean replied.
"Huh?" All the bandits were shocked.
"Yes?" The leader of the guards asked.
"Of course, I am the first son of Aden von Greifenberg and his chosen successor. My father would reward you greatly if you let me go." Sean said in a very sincere sounding voice.
The Leader looked at Sean with a sightly pitying gaze.
'These rogues must have broken him for him to behave so foolishly. I remember hearing that he was a genius knight, what a waste.' The head guard thought to himself.
"Since that's the case, lock him up in the cell and make sure he stays alive. I am sure the Lord would want to see him when he returns, so don't break him any more than you already have. When the Lord returns he would reward you." The head guard replied.
"Yes, Sir." Sean's captors replied excitedly.
"Wait! Please! I really am a von Greifenberg! If you let me go you would be rewarded greatly!"
Struggling lightly Seam allowed the bandits to pull him away towards the dungeons.
Watching the prison door close behind him, a light flashed in Sean's eyes.
'A knight escorting two noblewomen you say?' He thought remembering Aden.
'I am not sure if you are the one, but thank you father for giving me this way out again.'
'You truly are the greatest father, I will ever have.'
Thinking this way a faint smile formed at the corner of his lips.
In the dim underground base, that smile looked a touch sinister.

This is a tale.

One of Life,
Of Death, 
And of the unnatural disregard of the rules that govern both.

We arguably begin our journey at this climax, just after the death and reincarnation of a random eccentric.
In a turbulent world experiencing a forceful, remorseless revolution, we follow the saga of a possessed young noble and the world around him.

Follow our main character, a slightly crazy (Laughs), psychopathic, possibly apathetic yet apt youth...
Possessing dual souls, and the memories that come with them, He challenges head-on the complicated political structure and social-economic hurdles that plague a budding, war-stricken civilization.

Come along, oh dear traveller... 
To Anno, a greater world hiding in its bowels legendary secrets worthy of your exploration.

For it is the year 223 S.T.
The year it all began.

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Cover Art by Ben J- "Citadel of the eternal sun"
Here's the artist's link- https://winterkeep.artstation.com/

the dark knight returns comic novel

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