So… rather than Bloodborne, I decided to write a story for Dark Souls X Kuroinu since it was more applicable as they were both in a fantasy world, making the story a little easier to write. In the beginning, I wanted to focus more on Taimanin Asagi and another Black Lilith game, Diviner Knight Towako but since no one was reading them, I went for one of my RWBY crossovers but RWBY was starting to get stale and so I decided to go against that. In the end, I decided to write another Kuroinu story in which I would use a new character for Dark Souls since the game was made by the same company.

Disclaimer: Dark Souls series and Kuroinu are created and owned by their respective creators. I don't own jack shit.

Oh, great flame, the flame that began everything: Warmth and Cold, Life and Death, Light and Dark. You bring us our existence and yet you bring us a great burden. For every time you go away, we must sacrifice ourselves to preserve ou just as the great lord of Sunlight once did. His successor too, and his successor as well. You bring us everything that we are meant to be and yet take it away as well…

I adore you O great flame and yet I curse as you as well. We are condemned forever to be at your service… But one day I know… I know that you will go away. And when it comes, I will embrace the inevitable.

But for now… I am commended to keep you alight… and so please, accept this offering….

Swords, Magic, Souls...

In the lands of Lothric, Lordan and the other great kingdoms, there was an infamous group of soldiers. The Undead Legion. Using the curse of the undead, the legion used undead to supply its armies in order to fight in wars. And of course, from the legions, there were those who placed themselves above the norm.

To merely refer to them as elite soldiers would be an understatement but that was their profession. They were not knights yet they were honorable. They were not thieves yet they hid in the shadows. And they were not an army yet they have brought down kingdoms. And they were not monsters yet there was fear in their name.

They were the Abyss Watchers. Their duty to fight against the incomprehensible abyss. They have sworn themselves to forever keep the darkness from consuming the light and so they partake in the blood of the great wolf.

However, the Abyss Watchers were given the task to relight the First Flame in order to prolong the Age of the Gods. They did so and were buried after their sacrifice, they were remembered as one of the greatest soldiers to remember.

"... Where am I?" the strange individual asked. He was trapped inside of a small container of some sort. A coffin he guessed. Trying to get out, he pushed against the door but it seemed to be stuck. It was as if the coffin was chained from the outside. And it wasn't just one chain, it was, in fact, several. It was as if the chains were there to make sure this person wouldn't get out.

Such devices would make a normal person panic as it was impossible for them to bring out but for this individual, it was trivial.

Knowing that there were chains, this time he pushed much harder, creating a dent. As he continued his assault on the door, the dents became larger and larger in which the chains snapped apart. With a final kick, the door of the coffin was sent flying into the air and from the container came out the individual.

This enigmatic person was dressed in battered leather armor; there was an instance of metal but it was only for his left shoulder. On top of that, he was wearing a pointy helmet of some sort. No, a hat would be sufficient however it was made of metal, unlike the armor. His cape was the color of blood and was in tatters.

As he pulled himself together, he walked out of the coffin and scanned the area around him. He was a forest of some sort. The atmosphere was dark as there were dead leaves all around the ground. Dead trees without leaves. And there wasn't a glimpse of sunlight anywhere as the sky was full of clouds.

Ae he collapsed, he placed his hand on his face, struggling to answer the questions in his head. What was this place? Where is he? How long was he inside that damn coffin? And more importantly, who was he? He could not remember his own name and why he was inside the container of the dead in the first place.

His stomach grumbled. It seemed that it was a while since he last ate.

He noticed that there was a centipede walking past him…

After some time, he had made a bonfire for himself as he cooked the centipedes that he had found around the area. Though they were nasty venomous buggers, their venom breaks down when exposing them to an open flame. Besides in this dead forest, there were hardly any other critters for him to hunt.

As he waited for them to cook, he scanned a giant sword that he had found. It was next to the gravestone that came with the coffin to his surprise in which he checked the gravestone so that maybe he would learn his name. Unfortunately, all that was on the tombstone was a poem as if it was written as a tribute to him. However, there was a word that caught his eye: Abyss Watchers.

When he saw those words, a feeling of happiness and yet sadness formed inside of him. Such conflicting feelings were impossible and yet that was what he felt. Did he know them? Were they his comrades?

He continued to ponder upon these questions until he found something unusual on the handle of the greatsword, it wrote 'For Vvulf' in which there was a slight space between the Vs for the individual to understand that they were separated.

"Is this my name?" the young man muttered to himself. It seemed more than coincidental that such a blade would be at his coffin's side with this name on it.

Finally, after checking the sword and the dagger, he picked up the freshly cooked centipede skewer and ate it. At least this would help fill his stomach a little bit.

Just as he was going to reach for another skewer, there was a cry behind him. He immediately turned around.

What there someone in trouble?

He picked up the weapons that he found in which he immediately went towards the direction where the voice came from.

So… that was the Part One of the prologue. The writing is a little messy since I was in a hurry to type this. On a side rant about RWBY, I realized how stale the show has gotten, mainly due to the new animation program that they are using and also the fact that Cinder has lost her touch. The show, in my opinion, gave too much information away to the point where I wasn't interested in the story anymore compared to when it was in Season 2. Getting back to the fanfic, I plan on writing the second part if there are people willing to read. If not, then I'm just going back to drawing I guess.