Silence. A deafening silence. It looks around to see nothing but a black space, filled with grey fog. It looks down. It has arms and legs, holding a sword. It has an empty torso. Its all grey. It looks back up. The space hasn't changed.
"Where am I?"
Faintly in the distance, it sees a shape. It begins to move towards, looking down to see how its legs work. The move slowly, in a broken, shambled pace. Slow. It looks back up. The figure is still there, albeit clearer. Slowly want comes into view is it. The same body, the same sword. The figure is walking to it. The face is blank, the empty, grey flickering eyes staring back. It gets close and swings its sword. Out of relax, faster then it can comprehend, it deflects the swing. No sound was made. Only the feeling of force was trasferred. The figure staggers. It stands there, shocked. How..? The figure recovers and swings again. It parries again, this time following up with a strike to the face. The sword pierces easily and it watches as the grey lights dim in this figures eyes before that light flies into it. It drops its sword and jumps back, whipping its head around.
Title Gained: Soul Eater I
Souls Eaten: 1
Title Gained: Kinslayer I
Kin Slain: 1
Title Gained: The First Born
Int. +1
Dex. +1
It stares at the text in front of it. What is this. It feels odd.
Close. It thinks. The text vanishes. It feels faster. It feels like it can understand more. Everything feels clearer. it looks down. its no longer the same grey as the fog. No, it slightly less grey. The light. The more i eat, the better i become. Purpose. I have a purpose. It moves forward. Its faster. The pace less shambled. Power. It sees another of its kind. It understands. That is not me. The figure turns and walks towards it. It hits the figure. The figure falls and the light enters. Nothing happens. It pauses in shock. More? Do I need more? It moves forward. It soon finds another figure. This figure doesn't turn around in time. It hits it in the back of th head and it falls, the light entering it again.
Str. +1
Wis. +1
Souls Eaten: 3
Kin Slain: 3
It feels different this time. Stronger. Denser. However, it looks down and stares at its hands. The sword. Unlike before when it simply understood more, this was different. Anyone can understand how to swing a sword, to move its legs. But it was unrefined. More experience was needed. I need to do more. It swings its sword at empty air. Its strike more accurate. Not incredibly so, but it could tell. It moved its legs. it was faster and stronger. The shuffle became less apparent. Im getting better. I need more. A desire manifested. A deep, burning desire. More.
It started walking forward faster. Its head turning, looking. It sees two figures in the distance fighting, their swings slow. It gets close and swings its sword at the right one, taking it out in a single hit. It strikes out with its left fist, staggering the left figure before following up with an overhead strike. Two souls enter. Yes. Thats what they're called. Souls. It looks at the bodies. Weak. I will never be weak again. It moves forward, finding two more lone figures. It ends them swiftly.
Wis. +2
Int. +2
Souls Eaten: 7
Kin Slain: 7
"What am I?"
It comes to the conclusion. Im Undead. It can see and hear better now. The clattering of the bones in the distance. The off white bones. The dull grey, broken swords. Its not 100% there. The colors still greyscaled, the sounds still muted, but better. It feels, like its approaching a threshhold. Not all of it. Not its body, but its mind. Balance. It needs balance. It could cross the threshhold with just its mind, but that felt wrong. To the side came something different. It looked different, sounded different. Unlike the rest of its brethren, this creature had flesh. It was slower. Much slower than it was when it first started out, but it looked stronger. Dangerous. It looked down and grabbed the spare sword. It would need it. It began walking towards this new creature. Another Undead for sure, but what kind? When it close enough, it swung its sword. It hit the creature right arm and got stuck. The creature seemed unfazed and swung back. It hit and sent it flying, its spare sword flying out of its hand. It slowly got up, seeing this thing approach. It slowly backed away, feeling weakened. It circled it, going for the spare sword.
Aim for the head, just like the others. It may look different, but the weakness must be the same. It picks up the spare sword and slowly approaches. As the creature swings, it steps back quickly, watching the creature overreach before quickly stepping forward and stabbing into the back of its head. The creature goes limp and slids of the sword.
Str. +3
Dex. +3
Wis. +1
Int. +1
Souls Eaten: 8
Kin Slain: 8
The stats are increasing differently. Why? Is it the amount of effort? This was my hardest fight yet. Still, it felt... lackluster. Is it because im already dead? Or because I can think and comprehend. I was called The First Born.
"What does it mean?"
Standing here won't help. It reached down and grabbed the sword that was stuck in the creature. The two blades touch and the left vanishes. It quickly raises its sword. Its cleaner and less broken. Why didn't this happen before. When me and the first undead clashed. Unless its somehow tied to the creature and once its dead it can link with another. Perhaps. I need to test more. Hopefully my original sword stays intact. It begins moving forward, searching for more prey. It was much stronger and much smarter. It was on the cusp of something, It could feel it. As it moved forward, it heard large amounts of clattering. Sprinting towards it, it saw 10 undead in a free-for-all. It moved down towards them, taking them out one by one, effectively and efficently taking all 10 out. These were its souls. No others shall have them.
Status Screen Unlocked.
Level 1 Acheived.
Sentience Gained.
Congratulations.
+1 to all Stats
Soul Eater ii
Souls Eaten: 18
KinSlayer II
Kin Slain: 18
It stood there for a minute. Sentience gained? Level 1 acheived? It felt a pull, like it could see more. It focused on that feeling and willed it.
Race: Undead
Name: ()
Paths:
Swordsman: 78/100
Mage: 0/100
Stats:
Str: 5 Int: 5
Dex: 5 Wis: 5
Titles:
The First Born, Soul Eater II, KInslayer II
A name. Paths. Stats. It was learning. it would grow more. And now that it was here, It felt a pull. Deep within its mind, there was choices. One that seemed to want to control the grey fog, another that seemed to augment its body, while yet another that strengthed it mind, and lastly, one of endless cold. It started with one to augment its body. It felt power flood into it. Every bone filled to the brim before settling, ready to be accessed when needed. The choices felt locked. Not forever no, but it needed more power. It went and collected the swords, feeding them to his. His sword was fixed. A beautiful black blade, refecting the none-existent light. The crossguard a black as the blade and narrowing to a point. The handle staying consistent with the rest, a deep black, wrapped in pure white bandages, giving it some contrast with the pommel being a skull with empty eyes.
"Beautiful."
It gripped the sword tightly and became its endless march forward. It would become powerful and find a way out of this place. These were its goals and would follow them to the end.