Fate of the Undead

An old saying

Oscar was an outstanding knight, he never feared death and charged head first, he loved to help people, to see them smile and be happy, unfortunately fate wasn't so merciful with our knight, he died at the hammer of a demon, inside of an Undead Asylum, smashed trough the roof, he sat upon a pile of stone, his bones most probably broken. The wall in front of him suddenly collapsed, an undead passed trough the broken wall and looked at knight. The Undead before him was not hollow, but signs of hollowing were shown, he aproached Oscar:

''Oh, you... You're no Hollow, eh?'' said Oscar eyeing the undead

''...Thank goodness...I'm done for, I'm afraid...I'll die soon, then lose my sanity...I wish to ask something of you...You and I, we're both Undead... Hear me out, will you?'' the pleading was loud and clear to the undead, the undead nodded in response

''Regrettably, I have failed in my mission...But perhaps you can keep the torch lit...There is an old saying in my family...Thou who art Undead, art chosen...In thine exodus from the Undead Asylum, maketh pilgrimage to the land of Ancient Lords...When thou ringeth the Bell of Awakening, the fate of the Undead thou shalt know...Well, now you know... And I can die with hope in my heart...Oh, one more thing...Here, take this...An Estus Flask, an Undead favourite...Now I must bid farewell...I would hate to harm you after death...So, go now...And thank you..." Oscar laid his head on a rock, awaiting his demise, the undead left Oscar to die alone. Oscar closed his eyelids and embraced the relief of death.

Only for the relief to last a second. He opened his eyes again and a blinding light hit his eyes, he hid his eyes with his arm, the light faded and was replaced by darkness, slowly he got up, trough a miraculous mean, he was unharmed, his armor was a bit torn and  dented, but that didn't bother him. Standing on both of his legs, he looked around. It seemed to be night, he was standing in the middle of a dirt path, looking up he saw the stars shining in the sky, he stared at the stars for a few seconds, admiring their beauty. His eyes than spotted a shape in the night sky. It was dark, the moonlight didn't help him either, and so could see only the shape of the creature, at first he thought it was a youngling of a drake, but the shape kept getting closer until it became the shape of a human.

'What in Gwyn's name is that?' the knight asked himself looking at the shape in the night sky

The being, he presumed, spotted him, because it started flying towards him! The knight knew what needed to be done, something he always trained, and that was to... run away! Without a second thought, Oscar sprinted to the woods, thinking the 'person' will lose him inside the thick shrubs. And it worked, he thought, the shape was up in the sky, confused it started to walk the forest. Much closer to the being, the knight peeked his head from behind a tree,  the 'being' was actually a woman! But there was something wrong, she had wings and horns, almost like a demon of Izalith, a long and thin tail wiggled up and down, she wore extremely revealing clothes, much to Oscar's dislike, her body was, for an odd reason, blue, he never saw someone to have blue skin, she had long purple hair and her sclera was black, her iris was blood red, and her pupil was pitch black, the black wings suddenly sprung, and she looked at the direction of our dear Oscar, a smirk was plastered on her face, then suddenly disappearing. 

Oscar knew that she didn't go away, so he knew he couldn't get out of there without a fight. He grabbed his talisman and did a silent prayer, golden particles and aura surrounded him for a second, he cast Sacred Oath, he took out his green blossoms and ate one. His trusty Astora straight sword at his right, reinforced by a certain blacksmith from Astora, his Crest shield was  strapped on his left arm, ready for battle, he was not as faithful as Solaire, neither as strong as Iron Tarkus. Neither as agile or fast as Shiva of the east, but he had something even the Tarkus hadn't, a steady hand, called it Andre of Astora, but on short it was luck. Well disregarding what happened at the Asylum, he was pretty lucky, looking around the place, he didn't spot anyone, with his guard up he left the protection of the bushes, his shield was protecting him from any attack from the front, the forest suddenly grew quiet, no more crickets singing, the birds fell asleep, a single sound was a heard, looking at the ground, a black scorpion was at his feet, Oscar saw him as no threat, and decide to ignore it, the scorpion raised its tail, ready to attack Oscar, Oscar nearly chuckled, the pincer could never penetrate his armor, the scorpion's pincer thrusted at his left foot, but trough unknow means, the scorpion managed to get past Oscar's armor. Oscar looked in shock at the scorpion, pain started to spread in his leg, his ankle went numb.

'But how? My armor is made entirely out of steel and chainmail! A pincer could never pass trough it!' Oscar asked himself, the pain spread up his leg, inspecting his ankle armor, he saw no hole, it made him even more confused, the pain slowly began to dissapear, and soon his ankle was not numb anymore, but before he could check if he had any injury, a voice came from behind him.

''Do you want me to kiss you so it hurts less~?''  a feminine voice said behind him, grabbing his sword with his free right hand, he slashed behind him, missing her. Oscar got up from the ground, two handing his long-sword, he looked around the dark forest, giggles were heard coming from all the directions, he also grabbed his shield from the grass, he stepped back looking around for a surprise attack, the plain was so close, he didn't knew if it was the best plan, but he had no choice, he turned to the plain and sprinted at fast as he could, the plain was surrounded by forest, so he had no choice but to fight what came for him.

From the woods came 3 women, the one who he saw before, and 2 he never met in the entirety of his long life, the closest one looked the most hellish and feral, she had large charred paws with extremely sharp claws on her legs and hands, fur was almost everywhere beside the privates and her back, the fur and her skin were also coal black, her eyes went to the same pattern as the other one, the one with the black wings. From her eyes, flames seem to burst, yet, with the hellish looks, she was extremely beautiful appearance, a strong feminine charm, like the one before her. If he was a black knight from Lordran, he would immediately charge at the demon and try to vanquish her, but the second he looked at the third one his eyes filled with fear, many would say. The magical power was radiating from her like crazy! He met Logan, a very talented sorcerer, and he would never come this close to this much magical power, she had white wings and white hair, her skin was light pink with several black tattoos on her wrists, armor that was deemed useless by Oscar, a long tail, and a beautiful body, even more than the others, she had a grin on her face while looking at the knight. 

The most feral looking of them, the one who looked like a dog, charged at Oscar, he held his shield up, and counted, she was extremely fast, no human could ever come this close to this speed, at the fifth second, Oscar rolled out of the way of the hellhound.

'Cannot I have a moment of peace?!' a mad Oscar asked himself, dodging yet another pounce 

He tried to slash at her with his sword, but she dodged out of  the way of the sword. Oscar planned something, he took his talisman in his left arm and waited for the hound to pounce once again at him. She did, and Oscar recited a miracle, force. 

The hound was now on the ground looking around in confusion, Oscar could bring his sword on her, killing her. But, as the sword traveled down to meet her flesh, Oscar's body stopped, he couldn't move even a little. The hound smirked and said:

''Not so though now, eh?'' she said with a mocking tone, she got up from the ground, the demon with light-pink skin started clapping for some reason, maybe mocking the knight. She stopped clapping and looked at the hound

''My oh my, my friend you almost died there~! If I wasn't here, you would be dead now, by the sword of this knight, which bested you. Still think humans are that weak?'' she asked the hound. The hound looked at the ground in shame and walked towards her, her head hanging low and her ears flopped. The pink demon now looked at the knight, which remained in the same posture, she then giggled

''Now, what should I do with you?''