Alicorn of the dark soul

(The ringed city third person)

The Ashen one walked into the ruined city that looked now to be nothing more than a few ruins in a desert, on his head he wore a cowl that his face, and drapes down his back, his armor was a mixe of cloth with armor plating attached to it, and on his waist, a long two-handed curved sword. He followed a dry blood trail to a group of thrones. On the ground laid the shriveled up corpses of the Pygmy Lords.

On a small sand dune was the upper half of a pygmy lord trying to crawl away from something desperately trying to get away from what had killed his companions. The Ashen one walked over the sand dune to see his for the slave knight Gael

Gael wears the Slave Knight Set and is equipped with the Executioner's Greatsword or what was left of it. He has long, silver hair that reaches his shoulders and a large, gray beard that reaches down to his chest. His chest has a large hole in it, exposing his darksign. He was almost twice the size of the ashen one.

Gael had consumed the dried blood of the pygmy lords to absorb the dark soul into his body. Now he was just finishing with the last one. The Ashen one took another step towards the slave knight alerting him to his presence.

"What. Still here." He said turning to the Ashen one his sword impaled in the chest of a pygmy lord. "Hand it over. That thing. Your dark soul." Gael said reaching out to the Ashen one

"For my ladies painting." He said. The Ashen one took a step back infuriating Gael. He clenched his fist before swinging his massive sword sending the corpse of the pygmy lord towards the Ashen one but missed by a hair.

The Ashen one drew his sword reading for battle while Gael on all fours charged him. He jumped in the air, his broken sword emitting a pink aura, before flying towards him intending to impale him.

The Ashen one jumped out of the way letting the sword stab into the sand, taking the opportunity the Ashen one slashed as the slave knight. The blade bounced off his armor.

Gael did not try to pull his sword out inside with pure strength slashed through the said nearly cutting the Ashen one in two if he hadn't been quick to jump back.

"GIVE IT TO ME!" Gael roared, lunging at him. He slashed and stabbed at him furiously many times hitting the Ashen one, but it didn't last for long before he drank an Estus potion healing him.

The slave knight grew even angrier at this, the power of the dark soul-consuming him. Finally, the Ashen one found an opening in his defense. He slashed at the slave knight's chest black blood seeping from the wound.

Geal fell to one knee breathing heavily he had grown old and weak, even with the dark soul's giving his incredible power he had lived for thousands of years searching for the pigment of the dark soul he needed only to fail. His vision fixed on the ground as the black blood dripped onto the sand.

"Aah, is this the blood? The blood of the dark soul?" He said quietly, finally losing himself to the power now becoming a hollow he gave in to madness.

The now hollow Gael stabbed his sword into the sand slowly getting to his feet as a red aura radiated off his body and sword.

Gael charged the Ashen one slashing with his sword, but with every swing, his cape also acted as a weapon. Lighting up with the red sure as it struck sending the Ashen one flying into the sand dunes.

Gael with the power of the dark soul teleported next to him ready to kill him, but at the last second, he rolled away from the attack. He slashed at Gael's legs making him fall to his knee.

The Ashen one charged trying to kill him with one more last strike. His plan proved to be almost suicidal though as red orbs of smoke burst from Gael. Lighting started to rain down on the battlefield. As the orbs landed lighting struck those spots sticking the ashen one in the process.

Gael made a disc of light form in his left hand before throwing it. The one disco turning into many as they spread out in several directions. The Ashen one was almost sliced to pieces by the disc, and again when they returned to Gael.

The Ashen one was forced to drink another potion to survive, one only sealed the wounds but his limbs were still throbbing from the pain.

Gael pulled out his repeater crossbow before firing in rapid succession. Ten crossbow bolts found themselves in the Ashen one's chest. He ignored the pain while charging forward, stabbing Gael in the chest. Gael roared in pain before grabbing the Ashen one's head slamming him into the ground. Gael picked him up again, then threw him into a nearby wall of a ruin.

Now without any weapons or options, the Ashen one had only one choice but to run, without his sword he stood no chance against the hollowed Slave knight, he could only run, and return later to finish the battle once finding a weapon.

He escaped using the dust scattered into the air from the ruin after crashing into it leaving Gael alone. He fell to his knees from his injuries, that last attack from the Ashen one proved to be fatal, now Gael laid on the ground dying from his injuries, but without the Ashen one to claim his soul, and the blood of the dark soul his body was left buried by the sand