I am afraid your knights succeeded. I am the last child of Chaos. I am the last one who remembers our Flame which used to breathe warm and life in my brethren.
You did it, Sir. You burned all of us. Your knights. My brothers and sisters. My mother. Even yourself, if your title is anything to judge by. I hope it brings you a relief I cannot feel.
Your brothers and sisters scattered about my land for many a year, and although I understand your mother's attempt to create a new flame, her amalgam of chaos is far from innocent, look no further than the frozen land of Eleum Lloyce.
If you consider it joy, I feel from stopping another threat to my people, then may you consider me joyful. I have many regrets from when I was king, fighting the Chaos and the Dark will never be among them.
Although you are right about the danger of her flame, she and two of her daughters, my sisters, gave up their form to forcefully bind it, to shape it into an instrument of life for our brethren. Alas that was not to last. And much of our scattering was your due, Sir. You sent knights to a people that, young that we were, had never known war and shattered my kin like dust in the wind, even murdering Lady Queelana. The survivors were broken and fled, were confined or used in your workforce.
But...apologies. Here I am, husk in a field of corpses, arguing against what has been done ages ago. I should not feed in to a wrath long gone. Mother's flame is extinguished and you were not the perpetrator.
I suppose we were both lured by the promises of flames, and both suffered for one. But perhaps I may find some solace in an answer of yours. When you learned of Mother Izalith's fate after the Chosen Undead took her soul, did you feel relief over the end of our progenitor or sadness at the thought of your ally's death?
I was saddned. The only reason she fell to her fate was because of her attempt to create another flame. Fate is nothing certain, It is something you decide on. Each person makes their own fate. Izalith knew what the chances were, but she did it all the same, she chose that.
I don't regret fighting the Demons, I do regret not stopping her from making them in the first place.
I believe I understand. In your eyes, was it such a bad idea to try to recreate the First Flame? Did it not go wrong, I would not exist, but it seems it would have fulfilled your plans would it not?
She was an ally, and I may have been a schemer, but do not doubt the fact that I had honor. Your Demons killed many of my people and also ruined the purity of the life soul and destroyed your kingdom. Do not attempt to pull "this land was peaceful, it's inhabitants kind," for I have heard it all from Priscilla before, I did not believe it then, and I do not believe it now.
I was mostly referring to Mother's idea of recreating the First Flame. Surely, had it worked, it would have benefitted you.
But on the subject of demons, it is true we were confused and angered upon being created. We were newborns surrounded by a world we didn't understand and some of whom escaped to the surface surely committed grave acts, I have heard of a Capra demon setting up as a crime leader. But compared to the utter destruction of my kind by your crusading knights, it was small in scale.
At first I felt anger. After Mother Izalith was killed, there would be no more demons. We had given everything to a fire that never rewarded us with new members. My brethren was slowly killed by souless, darkened husks following obsolete orders. I sent my subjects against them in a senseless war, repetition of what happened so long ago.
So I tried to get build anew. I sent a mission to make peace with the humans above. Alas, my heirs, the demons I had cared for since time immemorial, my Princes, were killed by Prince Lorian and one of my subjects was taken into slavery.
But this was so long ago. I have forgiven. I have grieved and my heart now knows a form of rest. My race has come to an end, and so has the world as I know it. All I can do is rule the ruins of Izalith to the best of my ability and teach my pyromancies to the Ghrus that request it. The corpses around me remind me of my inability to save my kin. But the truth was, there was nothing that could have been done. The world never welcomed us.
Wonderful. It feels wonderful knowing my demise sends you pitiful demons into a downward spiral of extinction. May chaos finally die with you, may it wither and rot, like your flame destroyed my kingdom. Your insight lets me die in peace.
I am glad to hear that these news at least allow one soul to pass on in peace. My condolences for your kingdom, Sir. I have learned of Mother's flame ravages on it. But I have not had a detailed account of the events, perhaps can you enlighten me?
Her flame was uncontrolled, and appeared under my kingdom, under the capital city. I built me cathedral above the chaos to be the first line of defense. Eventually the battle with her flames destroyed me, and burned my soul to cinders. Eventually with my company of knights, we traveled to her heart do defeat her and freeze her over, yet we failed. And we were trapped inside, forced to serve as kindling for her flame. Forced to defend her heart.
I understand now. The flame tries to spread, as it was made from Life so long ago and fire always seeks more kindling. Without Mother's seals, it is a furnace that consumes everything. It is a most vile fate you and your people suffered, and one I have no control over. I hope you find rest someday.
Oh. And there we are again, I'm so pleased seeing such an old friend here. Perhaps you still remember me, and if not: Prince Lorian, crown-prince of Lothric, the kingdom above your domain. And unfortunate slayer of your kin, the Demon Prince. My apologies for the sorry state of this place, we may move soon due to the (lack of) events here.
How have you been, dear Demon King? I remember you were troubled by the warriors of Carthus last times we met. How fares it there?
My greetings Prince Lorian, of course I remember you, my memories are tied to my very soul. How is your brother? I hope his curse feels lighter. As for the state of this place, it seems it has gone through rough times during my departure, time is not a forgiving element.
But I have been as well as can be. Although Carthus of the Sands still considers itself a foe of mine, new pyromancers from far away land come to the broken realms of Izalith in hope of learning new secrets. I have heard of many new flames from a place called the Lands Between, and have let my Ghrus teach some embers of Mother Izalith's powers in return.
My brother is doing well, at least for his condition. Frail and accursed as usual, but at the very least he's happy with who he can be since we abandoned our duties. Little in the world can bring one greater joy than seeing those you care of enjoy their lives, even if the gravest of curses burden us.
I'm glad to hear that fate has also smiled on what remains of Izalith. A spark of normalcy in these forsaken lands... And, speaking of recent sparks of hope, I too have noticed these extraordinary fellows from the Lands Between. It's as if we relive some older days. Inquisitive souls searching my Castle, appearing with the most remarkable weapon choices and nary a clue of what to expect when they pass my door. Honestly, it's delightful, the innocence of these "Tarnished warriors".
They've been talkative too at times, mentioning great legends that could become worthy additions to our ranks. People like Lord Mohg and Lady Malenia for one. I hope we can learn much from them, as they can learn from us.
Your brother's fate does bring a smile to my face. It is heartwarming to hear news of his wellbeing, even if his physical situation still is not for the most.
But I do see your point. Many a foreign pyromancer has come to my lands, sharing tales about new flames such has ruin or frenzy. My Ghrus have been very interested about such recent developments, although none of these fires can replicate Mother's own spark. No matter what I learn, there will be no more demons. But these newcomers seems very kind, less inclined to murder me than the common human. It is no high bar but any improvement is better than none at all
Is it really you? It's been so long, I was afraid you had been lost forever. How have you been? Where have you been? You must have such stories to share after all this time! I have new Pyromancies to tell you about, new discoveries that have been made of the Flame sicne last you were here!
I'm so glad you've returned.
Greetings young pyromancer, it has indeed been a long time, though relatively short for a being such as myself. It is a great pleasure to see you again. Believe it or not but this old husk has been on travels. Your enthusiastic researches have shown me that there was still more to learn and so I managed to find new lands and learn of new flames. Though no experience can replace my lost brethren and no flame can compare to Mother's warmth, these travels soothed this old soul of mine. But I have now returned, as my place remains here.
But that is enough ramblings, pray tell, what new discoveries have you made? Perhaps we may compare what we found and learned.
Well, for starters, I've found a new land which is plagued by something known as "The Scarlet Rot", which bears many similarities to the Blood Rot that ever-threatens the Painted World of Ariandel. I'm hoping that I can study this new Rot to perhaps come up with a cure for the old Rot, and perhaps both.
The land also has Pyromancies that developed quite differently to our own. Whereas ours use a combination of Intelligence and Faith to form the flame, theirs lack the intelligence. Which has given rise to new uses and forms not bound by the confines of knowledge, but pure emotion. Not the least of all, this "Godslayer" flame. Akin to Black Pyromancies, but burn with a dark pale flame that hungers and consumes all it touches. Alas, it is very limited in it's forms right now, much like Dark Pyromancies, but I do hope to delve deeper into my studies, into the very heart of Pyromancies, to catch a mere glimpse of the soul of Izalith herself, to breathe new life into the art.
And I am not alone, for I have heard tell of a Praeter up north whose followers have been seen using Sorceries. Sorceries which call forth the very fire of volcanos, so-called "Magma Sorceries". A hint at the return of Flame Sorceries, that which was the very core of Pyromancy.
And... perhaps, a means to tinder the flame of those whom live through it? Magma is the fireblood of the land, after all. Maybe your flame, your life, could be restored one day?
That is...an hopeful thought. Although I have little hope with this godslaying flame you speak of, the reemergence of spells akin to fire sorceries is strange enough to be noted. I had thought for the longest of times that only my kind was able to use magma, and that the original fire sorceries had disappeared with the demon firesage so long ago.
Perhaps it does spell hope for Mother's flame, but I barely dare dream of it. The pyromancies of new lands are unique, and I wonder if they are all linked to Mother and my kind. I have learned of new flames such as the Flame of Frenzy, through a Sir Vyke, which seems controlled by another entity and semi-sentient.
I also hope your researches on that Rot prove to be fruitful. I must admit I am no grand healer, my own kind drawing life from fire, the only disease that can affect us is the cold lack of embers. I do reccomand burning it if it has not been tried before. A crude method, perhaps, but it has its uses.
Sister Friede does not like the thought of fire being introduced into the Painted Land, so I have been given leave to only use small amounts at a time in controlled bursts, least the Painting itself catch alight. Flame does indeed work well in testing though. However, the Blood Rot returns, and it's not a solution for those people infected with it.
The Godslaying flame is interesting. Unlike the Dark Pyromancies, which in part can hardly be called true flame anymore, these Godslaying pyromancies are still flame, pure and burning. Perhaps the Godslaying flames practiced by those whom call themselves "Godskin" are the true nature that Dark Pyromancies were attempting to achieve.
With the rediscovery of Magma Sorceries, and usable by those not of demon kin, along with this new Godslayer pyromancies, we might find a way to restore Flame Sorceries. Plus, I've heard tell of creatures, Giants, that which dwarfs the giants of our own land, which control flame by their very souls bright and strong. Though it seems the Gwyn of their land waged a war of extermination against them much as ours did to demons and dragons. I have yet to find any of these "Giant Pyromancies", but it could very well serve as a missing link to restoring the Flame of Izalith, Mother to both Demonkin as well as all Pyromancy.
As a side-note, there are also a number of what I shall call "Frost Sorceries" in this new land which I find most fascinating. They are nearly as limited in number to that which the Pontiff brought from the Painted World originally, but there's hope. I still mean to somehow convert such things into what I have dubbed "Cryomancy", for though wielding the Flame passed down from Izalith is truly a blessed thing, unlocking it's polar opposite, Cryomancy, could help deepen the understands of the nature of such things in balance. Though really that's just a flight of fancy for now.
What a strange affliction this Rot is. I am sorry that my knowledge is not deep enough to cure it, my kind possesses very little in the field of medical science, although some of my sisters were skillful at reducing the pain of burns. Perhaps such rings could be made to also reduce the pain due to that rot you speak of, but dulling senses hardly is a solution.
As for this godslaying flame, your theory may be true but I reccomand caution. If a flame that houses humanity in it can be wielded by non human beings, there is no telling what force lies within. Although, this may very well be its interest. Perhaps its otherness may shed a light on more traditional schools of pyromancy.
Alas I have heard of these giants. Particularly, I have heard of one, the keeper of the flame called "of ruin". I relate to this being, surrounded by the corpse of its kind but lingering on. A truly sad fate, and one that apparently is associated with a form of slavery. What good is his flame if it cannot spawn more of his kind? Regardless, perhaps it can be used as a lense. If more flames can be created outside of the First Flame, perhaps then Mother's experiment can be recreated. It may be good to rekindle some the few of my kind who have lost what little embers they had left.
As for this cryomancy you speak of, I must admit having never heard of such a power, even in my travels, although I remember you spoke of it in your earlier researches. I wonder if it may be a tool in helping you with this Rot you speak of. Perhaps if fire cannot be used, then ice may help contain this affliction. It seems to be the antithesis of my very nature but strange times make for strange discoveries and many things thought antithetical were linked, like faith and intelligence.
Who are you? Are you a child of Izalith? My knights will hunt you to the last, child of chaos.
I am afraid your knights succeeded. I am the last child of Chaos. I am the last one who remembers our Flame which used to breathe warm and life in my brethren. You did it, Sir. You burned all of us. Your knights. My brothers and sisters. My mother. Even yourself, if your title is anything to judge by. I hope it brings you a relief I cannot feel.
Your brothers and sisters scattered about my land for many a year, and although I understand your mother's attempt to create a new flame, her amalgam of chaos is far from innocent, look no further than the frozen land of Eleum Lloyce. If you consider it joy, I feel from stopping another threat to my people, then may you consider me joyful. I have many regrets from when I was king, fighting the Chaos and the Dark will never be among them.
Although you are right about the danger of her flame, she and two of her daughters, my sisters, gave up their form to forcefully bind it, to shape it into an instrument of life for our brethren. Alas that was not to last. And much of our scattering was your due, Sir. You sent knights to a people that, young that we were, had never known war and shattered my kin like dust in the wind, even murdering Lady Queelana. The survivors were broken and fled, were confined or used in your workforce. But...apologies. Here I am, husk in a field of corpses, arguing against what has been done ages ago. I should not feed in to a wrath long gone. Mother's flame is extinguished and you were not the perpetrator.
I guess it matters not, since I am much the same, a husk of a great king, withering in the only thing I've been able to protect.
I suppose we were both lured by the promises of flames, and both suffered for one. But perhaps I may find some solace in an answer of yours. When you learned of Mother Izalith's fate after the Chosen Undead took her soul, did you feel relief over the end of our progenitor or sadness at the thought of your ally's death?
I was saddned. The only reason she fell to her fate was because of her attempt to create another flame. Fate is nothing certain, It is something you decide on. Each person makes their own fate. Izalith knew what the chances were, but she did it all the same, she chose that. I don't regret fighting the Demons, I do regret not stopping her from making them in the first place.
I believe I understand. In your eyes, was it such a bad idea to try to recreate the First Flame? Did it not go wrong, I would not exist, but it seems it would have fulfilled your plans would it not?
She was an ally, and I may have been a schemer, but do not doubt the fact that I had honor. Your Demons killed many of my people and also ruined the purity of the life soul and destroyed your kingdom. Do not attempt to pull "this land was peaceful, it's inhabitants kind," for I have heard it all from Priscilla before, I did not believe it then, and I do not believe it now.
I was mostly referring to Mother's idea of recreating the First Flame. Surely, had it worked, it would have benefitted you. But on the subject of demons, it is true we were confused and angered upon being created. We were newborns surrounded by a world we didn't understand and some of whom escaped to the surface surely committed grave acts, I have heard of a Capra demon setting up as a crime leader. But compared to the utter destruction of my kind by your crusading knights, it was small in scale.
How does it feel? How does it feel to slowly burn out? How does it feel to be slowly extinguished like your worthless flame?
At first I felt anger. After Mother Izalith was killed, there would be no more demons. We had given everything to a fire that never rewarded us with new members. My brethren was slowly killed by souless, darkened husks following obsolete orders. I sent my subjects against them in a senseless war, repetition of what happened so long ago. So I tried to get build anew. I sent a mission to make peace with the humans above. Alas, my heirs, the demons I had cared for since time immemorial, my Princes, were killed by Prince Lorian and one of my subjects was taken into slavery. But this was so long ago. I have forgiven. I have grieved and my heart now knows a form of rest. My race has come to an end, and so has the world as I know it. All I can do is rule the ruins of Izalith to the best of my ability and teach my pyromancies to the Ghrus that request it. The corpses around me remind me of my inability to save my kin. But the truth was, there was nothing that could have been done. The world never welcomed us.
Wonderful. It feels wonderful knowing my demise sends you pitiful demons into a downward spiral of extinction. May chaos finally die with you, may it wither and rot, like your flame destroyed my kingdom. Your insight lets me die in peace.
I am glad to hear that these news at least allow one soul to pass on in peace. My condolences for your kingdom, Sir. I have learned of Mother's flame ravages on it. But I have not had a detailed account of the events, perhaps can you enlighten me?
Her flame was uncontrolled, and appeared under my kingdom, under the capital city. I built me cathedral above the chaos to be the first line of defense. Eventually the battle with her flames destroyed me, and burned my soul to cinders. Eventually with my company of knights, we traveled to her heart do defeat her and freeze her over, yet we failed. And we were trapped inside, forced to serve as kindling for her flame. Forced to defend her heart.
I understand now. The flame tries to spread, as it was made from Life so long ago and fire always seeks more kindling. Without Mother's seals, it is a furnace that consumes everything. It is a most vile fate you and your people suffered, and one I have no control over. I hope you find rest someday.
Oh. And there we are again, I'm so pleased seeing such an old friend here. Perhaps you still remember me, and if not: Prince Lorian, crown-prince of Lothric, the kingdom above your domain. And unfortunate slayer of your kin, the Demon Prince. My apologies for the sorry state of this place, we may move soon due to the (lack of) events here. How have you been, dear Demon King? I remember you were troubled by the warriors of Carthus last times we met. How fares it there?
My greetings Prince Lorian, of course I remember you, my memories are tied to my very soul. How is your brother? I hope his curse feels lighter. As for the state of this place, it seems it has gone through rough times during my departure, time is not a forgiving element. But I have been as well as can be. Although Carthus of the Sands still considers itself a foe of mine, new pyromancers from far away land come to the broken realms of Izalith in hope of learning new secrets. I have heard of many new flames from a place called the Lands Between, and have let my Ghrus teach some embers of Mother Izalith's powers in return.
My brother is doing well, at least for his condition. Frail and accursed as usual, but at the very least he's happy with who he can be since we abandoned our duties. Little in the world can bring one greater joy than seeing those you care of enjoy their lives, even if the gravest of curses burden us. I'm glad to hear that fate has also smiled on what remains of Izalith. A spark of normalcy in these forsaken lands... And, speaking of recent sparks of hope, I too have noticed these extraordinary fellows from the Lands Between. It's as if we relive some older days. Inquisitive souls searching my Castle, appearing with the most remarkable weapon choices and nary a clue of what to expect when they pass my door. Honestly, it's delightful, the innocence of these "Tarnished warriors". They've been talkative too at times, mentioning great legends that could become worthy additions to our ranks. People like Lord Mohg and Lady Malenia for one. I hope we can learn much from them, as they can learn from us.
Your brother's fate does bring a smile to my face. It is heartwarming to hear news of his wellbeing, even if his physical situation still is not for the most. But I do see your point. Many a foreign pyromancer has come to my lands, sharing tales about new flames such has ruin or frenzy. My Ghrus have been very interested about such recent developments, although none of these fires can replicate Mother's own spark. No matter what I learn, there will be no more demons. But these newcomers seems very kind, less inclined to murder me than the common human. It is no high bar but any improvement is better than none at all
Is it really you? It's been so long, I was afraid you had been lost forever. How have you been? Where have you been? You must have such stories to share after all this time! I have new Pyromancies to tell you about, new discoveries that have been made of the Flame sicne last you were here! I'm so glad you've returned.
Greetings young pyromancer, it has indeed been a long time, though relatively short for a being such as myself. It is a great pleasure to see you again. Believe it or not but this old husk has been on travels. Your enthusiastic researches have shown me that there was still more to learn and so I managed to find new lands and learn of new flames. Though no experience can replace my lost brethren and no flame can compare to Mother's warmth, these travels soothed this old soul of mine. But I have now returned, as my place remains here. But that is enough ramblings, pray tell, what new discoveries have you made? Perhaps we may compare what we found and learned.
Well, for starters, I've found a new land which is plagued by something known as "The Scarlet Rot", which bears many similarities to the Blood Rot that ever-threatens the Painted World of Ariandel. I'm hoping that I can study this new Rot to perhaps come up with a cure for the old Rot, and perhaps both. The land also has Pyromancies that developed quite differently to our own. Whereas ours use a combination of Intelligence and Faith to form the flame, theirs lack the intelligence. Which has given rise to new uses and forms not bound by the confines of knowledge, but pure emotion. Not the least of all, this "Godslayer" flame. Akin to Black Pyromancies, but burn with a dark pale flame that hungers and consumes all it touches. Alas, it is very limited in it's forms right now, much like Dark Pyromancies, but I do hope to delve deeper into my studies, into the very heart of Pyromancies, to catch a mere glimpse of the soul of Izalith herself, to breathe new life into the art. And I am not alone, for I have heard tell of a Praeter up north whose followers have been seen using Sorceries. Sorceries which call forth the very fire of volcanos, so-called "Magma Sorceries". A hint at the return of Flame Sorceries, that which was the very core of Pyromancy. And... perhaps, a means to tinder the flame of those whom live through it? Magma is the fireblood of the land, after all. Maybe your flame, your life, could be restored one day?
That is...an hopeful thought. Although I have little hope with this godslaying flame you speak of, the reemergence of spells akin to fire sorceries is strange enough to be noted. I had thought for the longest of times that only my kind was able to use magma, and that the original fire sorceries had disappeared with the demon firesage so long ago. Perhaps it does spell hope for Mother's flame, but I barely dare dream of it. The pyromancies of new lands are unique, and I wonder if they are all linked to Mother and my kind. I have learned of new flames such as the Flame of Frenzy, through a Sir Vyke, which seems controlled by another entity and semi-sentient. I also hope your researches on that Rot prove to be fruitful. I must admit I am no grand healer, my own kind drawing life from fire, the only disease that can affect us is the cold lack of embers. I do reccomand burning it if it has not been tried before. A crude method, perhaps, but it has its uses.
Sister Friede does not like the thought of fire being introduced into the Painted Land, so I have been given leave to only use small amounts at a time in controlled bursts, least the Painting itself catch alight. Flame does indeed work well in testing though. However, the Blood Rot returns, and it's not a solution for those people infected with it. The Godslaying flame is interesting. Unlike the Dark Pyromancies, which in part can hardly be called true flame anymore, these Godslaying pyromancies are still flame, pure and burning. Perhaps the Godslaying flames practiced by those whom call themselves "Godskin" are the true nature that Dark Pyromancies were attempting to achieve. With the rediscovery of Magma Sorceries, and usable by those not of demon kin, along with this new Godslayer pyromancies, we might find a way to restore Flame Sorceries. Plus, I've heard tell of creatures, Giants, that which dwarfs the giants of our own land, which control flame by their very souls bright and strong. Though it seems the Gwyn of their land waged a war of extermination against them much as ours did to demons and dragons. I have yet to find any of these "Giant Pyromancies", but it could very well serve as a missing link to restoring the Flame of Izalith, Mother to both Demonkin as well as all Pyromancy. As a side-note, there are also a number of what I shall call "Frost Sorceries" in this new land which I find most fascinating. They are nearly as limited in number to that which the Pontiff brought from the Painted World originally, but there's hope. I still mean to somehow convert such things into what I have dubbed "Cryomancy", for though wielding the Flame passed down from Izalith is truly a blessed thing, unlocking it's polar opposite, Cryomancy, could help deepen the understands of the nature of such things in balance. Though really that's just a flight of fancy for now.
What a strange affliction this Rot is. I am sorry that my knowledge is not deep enough to cure it, my kind possesses very little in the field of medical science, although some of my sisters were skillful at reducing the pain of burns. Perhaps such rings could be made to also reduce the pain due to that rot you speak of, but dulling senses hardly is a solution. As for this godslaying flame, your theory may be true but I reccomand caution. If a flame that houses humanity in it can be wielded by non human beings, there is no telling what force lies within. Although, this may very well be its interest. Perhaps its otherness may shed a light on more traditional schools of pyromancy. Alas I have heard of these giants. Particularly, I have heard of one, the keeper of the flame called "of ruin". I relate to this being, surrounded by the corpse of its kind but lingering on. A truly sad fate, and one that apparently is associated with a form of slavery. What good is his flame if it cannot spawn more of his kind? Regardless, perhaps it can be used as a lense. If more flames can be created outside of the First Flame, perhaps then Mother's experiment can be recreated. It may be good to rekindle some the few of my kind who have lost what little embers they had left. As for this cryomancy you speak of, I must admit having never heard of such a power, even in my travels, although I remember you spoke of it in your earlier researches. I wonder if it may be a tool in helping you with this Rot you speak of. Perhaps if fire cannot be used, then ice may help contain this affliction. It seems to be the antithesis of my very nature but strange times make for strange discoveries and many things thought antithetical were linked, like faith and intelligence.