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In a cave covered in blue crystals there stood a woman. She wore a long black trench coat with a bag slung around her shoulder, crossing over her chest to land on her left hip. On her back was a large claymore with a subtle blue glow. In her hand was a staff reaching her waist were it to be set down next to her. Before her covering the heart of this cavern was a large wall of fog. Her gauntlets were carved stone and her grieves and leg wear a similar fashion. They glowed with a subtle enchantment that made them much lighter. She wore nothing to protect her head.
As she stood in front of the fog wall the chosen undead shifted her claymore and catalyst nervously. She was about to try and bargain with Seath the Scaleless. The mad duke. She put away her catalyst on her belt and prepared her pyromancy flame. After ascending it with Quelana up to its full power she had just barely enough souls to afford a second fire orb and a great fire orb. She had those currently prepared. Quickly pulling out her Velka's talisman she cast great magical barrier and redrew her claymore before deciding that approaching without weapons drawn was best.
Finally stepping through the fog she saw the graveyard of petrified people all arranged so that they would be hidden in the fog until the next victim stepped forward. However Seath himself was nowhere to be seen. At the end of the garden path was a glowing crystal encased in a protective shell.
As she approached it a screech tore through the air as a huge dragon with three tails, one long one in the center and two more shorter tails on either side, and six insect like wings that buzzed angrily as he tore through the air landing behind the chosen undead.
Subduing her urge to draw her sword and imbue herself with the power within pyromancy she turned around and calmly addressed the mad duke of science.
"Seath, I have come to bargain with you!" She shouted calmly
"A mortal such as you has no power over me! I am the father of sorcery and duke to Lord Gwyn, the God of Light and God King to Lordran the kingdom of gods! What do you have that I do not have and cannot take?" Seath said enraged.
"I am Lilith. I am but a simple spellsword but I am also one of the undead who wish to inherit Gwyn's kingdom but I beg of you, I wish to know your sorcery. In order to succeed Lord Gwyn I must claim four souls of great power! The shard King Gwyn left for the four kings, the soul life from the Godmother of pyromancies Queen of Izalith Quel, the soul of death from the first of the dead Gravelord Nito, and the shard our God King Gwyn left for you to access the kiln of the first flame. I need your help if I am to overcome these challenges! Please give me your knowledge and your soul!" Lilith inquired groveling before him.
There were several long moments of silence finally punctuated by a laugh from the Duke.
"I will assist but in exchange you must bring me something of equal of greater quality than the knowledge you wish and the power you seek." Seath said. A malicious gleam in his grin.
"However if you fail to find something then you shall become one if my channelers. You have one moon to bring me an item or a person. Don't be late." He said his laugh echoing around the chamber.
"Thank you my Lord. I won't disappoint." Lilith said.
"You are welcome in my study. I will also release that sorcerer in the prison you decided to help escape so long as you clean up after yourselves."
End Chapter 1