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Given the recent panic/anxiety/hysteria over coronavirus shiz, decided to write more doodle stories in-between commissions to help distract some people. Because masturbating is a wonderful distraction.
Got into Dark Souls recently. Fought the Asylum Demon and went like "Mm. This boi got a thicc ass."
Sooooooo I made a story about him. Expect more Dark Souls doodle stories in the future.
Fart alternative can be read here.
What was his name? That’s what was bothering him. Ever since he woke up in the cell, he couldn’t figure it out. Did he have a name? Did he have a life before becoming a hollow? He wasn’t sure. And right now, he didn’t know if it mattered much. The humanoid, almost skeletal-like creature walked outside of the asylum, only clad in ragged trousers and a few armor pieces he woke up in. …Was this his armor? Did he steal it from someone? Where the hell were his boots? The hollow looked down at his bare feet before examining his bony, crusty hands, his skin so dried-out and withered he could’ve passed off for being an orange-skinned skeleton. The hollow murmured to himself but said nothing, and instead walked over to the bonfire in front of the huge door. He lit it for a moment and felt his health restoring, as if some kind of special holy power blessed him with enough energy to press on. Exhaling, the hollow moved away from the bonfire and approached the oversized door. Grunting and using both arms, he pushed it open just far enough for him to slide his skinny body through. Soon enough, he found himself inside of a courtyard filled with giant pottery and some raised platforms held up by stone columns. The hollow slowly walked around the courtyard and approached the giant locked door a few yards ahead.
And then immediately halted when a corpulent demon fell down and blocked the door.
The hollow couldn’t do anything at first. He was too shocked by the sudden appearance of the beast, some demon that was the ruler or guardian of the asylum. The hollow looked at the Asylum Demon as he raised his head and growled. The bluish-green beast was massive, at least five times the hollow’s height. He had short arms and legs, but his body in general was incredibly blobby and fat, with a belly big enough to crush someone to death, and a noticeably wide and thick pair of thighs. Various rocky-like protrusions came out of the creature’s upper thighs and arms, and bony horns that looked like deer antlers appeared from his skull. He had some kind of fat, pig-like face—no nose, big pointy ears, tiny red eyes, but a wide mouth with two fangs dangling from his upper jaw. Somehow, the fat beast had wings on his back—a perplexing feature, as the hollow wasn’t even sure the beast could fly for more than two seconds with how obese he was. The hollow stared at the demon and watched as he stomped towards him. And it was then that he noticed the dark brown, club-like hammer with a colossal head in his fingers. The hollow took out his weapon, ready to attack.
And then realized he only had a broken sword.
The hollow groaned as the Asylum Demon swung his hammer along the courtyard floor in a sweeping motion, kicking up various stone tiles and knocking the hollow into the east wall. He shouted, his body feeling like all of the brittle bones just broke. Still, the hollow refused to quit—he had only just woken up, and there was no way in hell he’d let this blobby demon kill him now. Panting, the hollow grunted as he stood up, watching as the Asylum Demon approached him, his massive tummy jiggling with each step he took. He raised the hammer high and snarled as he thrust it into the floor, right where the hollow stood. The hollow rolled out of the way, grunting as he sprinted behind the demon. For a brief second, the hollow was stunned. The Asylum Demon had, for lack of better terms, a fat ass. It was bigger than the hollow’s body—so big, in fact, that if the Asylum Demon simply sat down, the hollow would perish, flattened beneath the weight of hundreds of pounds of flesh and fat. The hollow looked above the enormous buttocks and saw the giant tail protruding from the base of the monster’s spine. He thought it was the demon’s weak point of sorts.
Seeing no other option, the hollow began to attack the Asylum Demon’s behind. He slashed his pitiful, puny half-sword against the beast’s monstrously-large buttocks, drawing tiny amounts of blood. The demon barely reacted at all; at best, he thought some kind of bee was stinging his ass over and over again. Knowing the hollow was behind him, the Asylum Demon flapped his wings and rose into the air. The hollow looked up, surprised to see that the demon was about to flee. But then the demon stopped flapping his wings, and instead let gravity come into play. The hollow watched in sheer horror as the demon’s humongous behind came crashing down into the floor. He immediately hopped backwards before the demon landed with a seismic crash. Looking at the damage the demon had done, the hollow visibly grimaced. He came very close to being killed by a monster’s ass, of all things. The hollow watched as the Asylum Demon stood back up, turned around, and approached him snarling. He performed another sweep attack with the hammer—which the hollow rolled out of the way to dodge. Then the demon thrust his hammer downwards again, missing the hollow again. Upon seeing how slow the Asylum Demon was, the hollow took advantage of the situation and attacked the beast whenever he found a proper opening, striking his corpulent frame whenever he could.
After nearly ten minutes, the hollow was physically tired, and the Asylum Demon looked like he was still in perfect shape. Desperate, the hollow looked around the courtyard for something to use—some sword, a hammer, a ram, anything. With no other option, he picked up a giant vase and raised it above his head. The only option he hadn’t tried was the demon’s belly. It always kept jiggling and gurgling, looking like a bubble waiting to be popped. Not bothering to wait any longer, the hollow tested out his theory. When the Asylum Demon was close enough, the hollow hurled his vase at the beast’s stomach. It slammed against his pale yellowish-gray belly, causing it to wobble and gurgle, before the vase crashed onto the floor. Suddenly, there was a change. The hollow noticed the Asylum Demon’s eyes had widened, almost in shock. He stumbled, and his belly started to grumble intensely. The Asylum Demon let out a low moan, letting his hammer fall to the floor so he could grab his pudge and massage it. The hollow waited, checking to see what the beast would do next. He groaned again, feeling something inside his gut churning and brewing around, messing with his insides, as if the demon was in internal pain. Not bothering to wait, the hollow sprinted towards the Asylum Demon, ready to cut his stomach wide open. Unable to control himself, the demon leaned down and opened his mouth wide.
“UUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!”
The hollow stopped immediately. He was just about to reach the stomach when the Asylum Demon burped, spraying spittle and hot breath from his giant maw. It lasted for only a few seconds, but the noise seemed to make the whole courtyard thunder. The hollow would’ve thought nothing of it; monsters roared all the time. But this wasn’t just a vocal noise from a beast. This was an expulsion of gas from a vile creature’s insides. The hollow didn’t know if it was the gas from the demon’s belly or the demon’s breath alone, but the stink was enough to make him back away and gag. He couldn’t understand it. The hollow couldn’t speak, probably couldn’t taste, but he still felt pain, and apparently still retained his sense of smell. Still moving backwards, the hollow coughed several times and waved a hand in front of his face, almost as if some kind of poisonous gas cloud was engulfing his whole body. He could feel the stomach gases around his frail skin, almost bleeding into his armor and body. The Asylum Demon watched the hollow’s reaction and blinked. Stepping in front of the hollow, the demon lowered his head and opened his mouth again.
“BBRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPP!”
The hollow shouted and fell on his bum, dropping his broken sword. He hacked several times, saliva spraying from his mouth. The stench was horrible, smelling like several undead bodies that had been festering out in the sun. The hollow looked at the Asylum Demon’s big belly and could only imagine just how many poor warriors he had devoured. Grinning, the Asylum Demon stood over the fallen hollow and crouched down, setting his hammer on the floor. He wouldn’t need it now. The beast took a huge breath, letting his chest inflate as he inhaled through his tiny, barely-noticeable nostrils on his face. And then he exhaled through his mouth, right onto the hollow’s body. The hollow instinctively covered his nose and let out some muffled coughs. The Asylum Demon’s breath was toxic—bad enough to impair his vision. He could feel how hot it was, could smell all the decay and death from his innards. Hoping to escape the Asylum Demon’s bad breath, the hollow scooted backwards and tried to stand up, making his way for the doors he came through. As he limped towards them, he came to the horrifying realization that they were closed. And locked.
The Asylum Demon flapped his wings and hovered towards the door the hollow was running towards. He descended, plopping his oversized rump down on the floor in front of the hollow with a smirk on his face. The Asylum Demon opened his maw and released another eructation. His whole mouth seemed to vibrate as the revolting gases spewed from his mouth, hitting the hollow knight with full force. The knight felt sick, like he was about to vomit—even though nothing but bile was in his stomach. He wheezed and tried to limp in the other direction, but between the belches and the exhausting fight, he could barely move. The Asylum Demon stood up and nonchalantly approached the hollow, his plump gut shaking with every booming footstep. He stepped in front of the hollow and placed his face in front of the hollow’s head again.
“BBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP! RRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPPP! UUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPP! BBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPP!”
It was all coming at the hollow back to back. Belch after belch slammed into his face. Hot, stinky breath swarmed the hollow’s head, nauseating him to the point of nearly puking. He collapsed to his knees and retched, while the Asylum Demon retrieved his hammer and came up with an idea. He smashed it against his stomach, causing his eyes to widen once more. Groaning, the Asylum Demon dropped the hammer and rubbed his gut, knowing that he caused a massive commotion deep within his intestines. There was no way the hollow would survive this. Not wasting time, the Asylum Demon inhaled sharply before lowering his jaw and expelling a crackling noise that both the gods and devils alike would be rattled by.
“RRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!”
The whole courtyard shook. Some of the vases fell over and cracked or shattered. A few of them exploded into giant pieces from the noise alone. Other hollows in the asylum were startled as their cells shook and rumbled. Spittle flew from the Asylum Demon’s mouth and covered the hollow knight’s entire body. The entire courtyard was filled with a stench that could render a normal man unconscious; the hollow knight was unfortunate enough to be something other than human, so his body was able to take in the repulsive odor. Nevertheless, the hollow couldn’t stand it anymore. He collapsed onto the floor, moaning, too weak to even beg for mercy. The Asylum Demon let out a series of vocal chuckles, deep laughs that seemed to rattle the hollow’s very spirit. Knowing he had won, the Asylum Demon picked up the hollow’s body, holding him up to his head with a single hand. The Asylum Demon stared at the hollow and smacked his lips, drooling a bit. He opened his mouth and exhaled again, blasting the hollow knight with another dose of noxious fumes, as if to remind the hollow that the last thing he would ever smell was his foul breath. The hollow creature moaned and looked towards the corner of the courtyard.
There was a small gate open.
This entire time, the hollow was so focused on finding the monster’s weak point and on killing him that he failed to notice he could’ve just escaped and come back later. With a better sword, at that. Just as the realization hit him, the Asylum Demon shoved the hollow towards his open mouth, stuffing his body in head first. Immediately the hollow was smothered in darkness. He couldn’t see anything and could only hear the Asylum Demon salivating. Nasty spit dripped onto his corpse-like body, sinking into his skin and oozing between the sections of his armor. The hollow could feel the demon’s thick red tongue pressing against his body and around his chest. Muggy, stinky breath kept blasting against the hollow’s face, smelling heavily of all the other hollows the Asylum Demon had consumed. The hollow tried to fight him off, moving his legs a bit in an attempt to get back out of the maw. But the Asylum Demon merely tilted his head backwards, allowing the hollow to slide downwards. His body moved slowly, descending around the tongue as though it were a wet slide. For a moment, only half of the hollow’s body could be seen. But then his legs followed shortly afterwards, leaving nothing exposed but the hollow’s bare feet. As the hollow began to lose consciousness, the Asylum Demon pushed the feet into his mouth and closed it.
The hollow had no space to move. He felt himself slipping away as he moved down the creature’s esophagus. A small bulge appeared in the Asylum Demon’s throat, which gradually made its way further down into his belly. The hollow found himself splashing into a gas-filled chamber full of juices and fluids that stank ten times worse than the demon’s actual breath. But it didn’t matter at that point. The hollow rested in the vat of juices and waited. Waited to be digested. Waited to perish. Waited to be reincarnated so he could continue this endless cycle of pointless death. Waited for the spirits of other warriors who died to slap him for not seeing that open gate to begin with. The Asylum Demon waited too. He waited for his stomach to stop gurgling. He waited for the hollow to be turned into more fat that would make his belly, thighs, and buttocks even fatter than before. He waited for more hollows or humans to show up; this single knight would barely make a dent in his body mass. Still, the demon was sated. He patted his hand around his gut and pounded a fist into his chest twice.
“BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!”
Something clanged against the floor. The Asylum Demon walked towards the item and inspected it. He smirked, seeing the hollow’s helmet covered in drool and stomach juices. Satisfied with his work, the Asylum Demon flapped his wings and ascended to a platform in the courtyard. He stood there and stared at the giant door up ahead, waiting for another inexperienced soul to wander into his domain.
Got into Dark Souls recently. Fought the Asylum Demon and went like "Mm. This boi got a thicc ass."
Sooooooo I made a story about him. Expect more Dark Souls doodle stories in the future.
Fart alternative can be read here.
What was his name? That’s what was bothering him. Ever since he woke up in the cell, he couldn’t figure it out. Did he have a name? Did he have a life before becoming a hollow? He wasn’t sure. And right now, he didn’t know if it mattered much. The humanoid, almost skeletal-like creature walked outside of the asylum, only clad in ragged trousers and a few armor pieces he woke up in. …Was this his armor? Did he steal it from someone? Where the hell were his boots? The hollow looked down at his bare feet before examining his bony, crusty hands, his skin so dried-out and withered he could’ve passed off for being an orange-skinned skeleton. The hollow murmured to himself but said nothing, and instead walked over to the bonfire in front of the huge door. He lit it for a moment and felt his health restoring, as if some kind of special holy power blessed him with enough energy to press on. Exhaling, the hollow moved away from the bonfire and approached the oversized door. Grunting and using both arms, he pushed it open just far enough for him to slide his skinny body through. Soon enough, he found himself inside of a courtyard filled with giant pottery and some raised platforms held up by stone columns. The hollow slowly walked around the courtyard and approached the giant locked door a few yards ahead.
And then immediately halted when a corpulent demon fell down and blocked the door.
The hollow couldn’t do anything at first. He was too shocked by the sudden appearance of the beast, some demon that was the ruler or guardian of the asylum. The hollow looked at the Asylum Demon as he raised his head and growled. The bluish-green beast was massive, at least five times the hollow’s height. He had short arms and legs, but his body in general was incredibly blobby and fat, with a belly big enough to crush someone to death, and a noticeably wide and thick pair of thighs. Various rocky-like protrusions came out of the creature’s upper thighs and arms, and bony horns that looked like deer antlers appeared from his skull. He had some kind of fat, pig-like face—no nose, big pointy ears, tiny red eyes, but a wide mouth with two fangs dangling from his upper jaw. Somehow, the fat beast had wings on his back—a perplexing feature, as the hollow wasn’t even sure the beast could fly for more than two seconds with how obese he was. The hollow stared at the demon and watched as he stomped towards him. And it was then that he noticed the dark brown, club-like hammer with a colossal head in his fingers. The hollow took out his weapon, ready to attack.
And then realized he only had a broken sword.
The hollow groaned as the Asylum Demon swung his hammer along the courtyard floor in a sweeping motion, kicking up various stone tiles and knocking the hollow into the east wall. He shouted, his body feeling like all of the brittle bones just broke. Still, the hollow refused to quit—he had only just woken up, and there was no way in hell he’d let this blobby demon kill him now. Panting, the hollow grunted as he stood up, watching as the Asylum Demon approached him, his massive tummy jiggling with each step he took. He raised the hammer high and snarled as he thrust it into the floor, right where the hollow stood. The hollow rolled out of the way, grunting as he sprinted behind the demon. For a brief second, the hollow was stunned. The Asylum Demon had, for lack of better terms, a fat ass. It was bigger than the hollow’s body—so big, in fact, that if the Asylum Demon simply sat down, the hollow would perish, flattened beneath the weight of hundreds of pounds of flesh and fat. The hollow looked above the enormous buttocks and saw the giant tail protruding from the base of the monster’s spine. He thought it was the demon’s weak point of sorts.
Seeing no other option, the hollow began to attack the Asylum Demon’s behind. He slashed his pitiful, puny half-sword against the beast’s monstrously-large buttocks, drawing tiny amounts of blood. The demon barely reacted at all; at best, he thought some kind of bee was stinging his ass over and over again. Knowing the hollow was behind him, the Asylum Demon flapped his wings and rose into the air. The hollow looked up, surprised to see that the demon was about to flee. But then the demon stopped flapping his wings, and instead let gravity come into play. The hollow watched in sheer horror as the demon’s humongous behind came crashing down into the floor. He immediately hopped backwards before the demon landed with a seismic crash. Looking at the damage the demon had done, the hollow visibly grimaced. He came very close to being killed by a monster’s ass, of all things. The hollow watched as the Asylum Demon stood back up, turned around, and approached him snarling. He performed another sweep attack with the hammer—which the hollow rolled out of the way to dodge. Then the demon thrust his hammer downwards again, missing the hollow again. Upon seeing how slow the Asylum Demon was, the hollow took advantage of the situation and attacked the beast whenever he found a proper opening, striking his corpulent frame whenever he could.
After nearly ten minutes, the hollow was physically tired, and the Asylum Demon looked like he was still in perfect shape. Desperate, the hollow looked around the courtyard for something to use—some sword, a hammer, a ram, anything. With no other option, he picked up a giant vase and raised it above his head. The only option he hadn’t tried was the demon’s belly. It always kept jiggling and gurgling, looking like a bubble waiting to be popped. Not bothering to wait any longer, the hollow tested out his theory. When the Asylum Demon was close enough, the hollow hurled his vase at the beast’s stomach. It slammed against his pale yellowish-gray belly, causing it to wobble and gurgle, before the vase crashed onto the floor. Suddenly, there was a change. The hollow noticed the Asylum Demon’s eyes had widened, almost in shock. He stumbled, and his belly started to grumble intensely. The Asylum Demon let out a low moan, letting his hammer fall to the floor so he could grab his pudge and massage it. The hollow waited, checking to see what the beast would do next. He groaned again, feeling something inside his gut churning and brewing around, messing with his insides, as if the demon was in internal pain. Not bothering to wait, the hollow sprinted towards the Asylum Demon, ready to cut his stomach wide open. Unable to control himself, the demon leaned down and opened his mouth wide.
“UUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!”
The hollow stopped immediately. He was just about to reach the stomach when the Asylum Demon burped, spraying spittle and hot breath from his giant maw. It lasted for only a few seconds, but the noise seemed to make the whole courtyard thunder. The hollow would’ve thought nothing of it; monsters roared all the time. But this wasn’t just a vocal noise from a beast. This was an expulsion of gas from a vile creature’s insides. The hollow didn’t know if it was the gas from the demon’s belly or the demon’s breath alone, but the stink was enough to make him back away and gag. He couldn’t understand it. The hollow couldn’t speak, probably couldn’t taste, but he still felt pain, and apparently still retained his sense of smell. Still moving backwards, the hollow coughed several times and waved a hand in front of his face, almost as if some kind of poisonous gas cloud was engulfing his whole body. He could feel the stomach gases around his frail skin, almost bleeding into his armor and body. The Asylum Demon watched the hollow’s reaction and blinked. Stepping in front of the hollow, the demon lowered his head and opened his mouth again.
“BBRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPP!”
The hollow shouted and fell on his bum, dropping his broken sword. He hacked several times, saliva spraying from his mouth. The stench was horrible, smelling like several undead bodies that had been festering out in the sun. The hollow looked at the Asylum Demon’s big belly and could only imagine just how many poor warriors he had devoured. Grinning, the Asylum Demon stood over the fallen hollow and crouched down, setting his hammer on the floor. He wouldn’t need it now. The beast took a huge breath, letting his chest inflate as he inhaled through his tiny, barely-noticeable nostrils on his face. And then he exhaled through his mouth, right onto the hollow’s body. The hollow instinctively covered his nose and let out some muffled coughs. The Asylum Demon’s breath was toxic—bad enough to impair his vision. He could feel how hot it was, could smell all the decay and death from his innards. Hoping to escape the Asylum Demon’s bad breath, the hollow scooted backwards and tried to stand up, making his way for the doors he came through. As he limped towards them, he came to the horrifying realization that they were closed. And locked.
The Asylum Demon flapped his wings and hovered towards the door the hollow was running towards. He descended, plopping his oversized rump down on the floor in front of the hollow with a smirk on his face. The Asylum Demon opened his maw and released another eructation. His whole mouth seemed to vibrate as the revolting gases spewed from his mouth, hitting the hollow knight with full force. The knight felt sick, like he was about to vomit—even though nothing but bile was in his stomach. He wheezed and tried to limp in the other direction, but between the belches and the exhausting fight, he could barely move. The Asylum Demon stood up and nonchalantly approached the hollow, his plump gut shaking with every booming footstep. He stepped in front of the hollow and placed his face in front of the hollow’s head again.
“BBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP! RRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPPP! UUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPP! BBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPP!”
It was all coming at the hollow back to back. Belch after belch slammed into his face. Hot, stinky breath swarmed the hollow’s head, nauseating him to the point of nearly puking. He collapsed to his knees and retched, while the Asylum Demon retrieved his hammer and came up with an idea. He smashed it against his stomach, causing his eyes to widen once more. Groaning, the Asylum Demon dropped the hammer and rubbed his gut, knowing that he caused a massive commotion deep within his intestines. There was no way the hollow would survive this. Not wasting time, the Asylum Demon inhaled sharply before lowering his jaw and expelling a crackling noise that both the gods and devils alike would be rattled by.
“RRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!”
The whole courtyard shook. Some of the vases fell over and cracked or shattered. A few of them exploded into giant pieces from the noise alone. Other hollows in the asylum were startled as their cells shook and rumbled. Spittle flew from the Asylum Demon’s mouth and covered the hollow knight’s entire body. The entire courtyard was filled with a stench that could render a normal man unconscious; the hollow knight was unfortunate enough to be something other than human, so his body was able to take in the repulsive odor. Nevertheless, the hollow couldn’t stand it anymore. He collapsed onto the floor, moaning, too weak to even beg for mercy. The Asylum Demon let out a series of vocal chuckles, deep laughs that seemed to rattle the hollow’s very spirit. Knowing he had won, the Asylum Demon picked up the hollow’s body, holding him up to his head with a single hand. The Asylum Demon stared at the hollow and smacked his lips, drooling a bit. He opened his mouth and exhaled again, blasting the hollow knight with another dose of noxious fumes, as if to remind the hollow that the last thing he would ever smell was his foul breath. The hollow creature moaned and looked towards the corner of the courtyard.
There was a small gate open.
This entire time, the hollow was so focused on finding the monster’s weak point and on killing him that he failed to notice he could’ve just escaped and come back later. With a better sword, at that. Just as the realization hit him, the Asylum Demon shoved the hollow towards his open mouth, stuffing his body in head first. Immediately the hollow was smothered in darkness. He couldn’t see anything and could only hear the Asylum Demon salivating. Nasty spit dripped onto his corpse-like body, sinking into his skin and oozing between the sections of his armor. The hollow could feel the demon’s thick red tongue pressing against his body and around his chest. Muggy, stinky breath kept blasting against the hollow’s face, smelling heavily of all the other hollows the Asylum Demon had consumed. The hollow tried to fight him off, moving his legs a bit in an attempt to get back out of the maw. But the Asylum Demon merely tilted his head backwards, allowing the hollow to slide downwards. His body moved slowly, descending around the tongue as though it were a wet slide. For a moment, only half of the hollow’s body could be seen. But then his legs followed shortly afterwards, leaving nothing exposed but the hollow’s bare feet. As the hollow began to lose consciousness, the Asylum Demon pushed the feet into his mouth and closed it.
The hollow had no space to move. He felt himself slipping away as he moved down the creature’s esophagus. A small bulge appeared in the Asylum Demon’s throat, which gradually made its way further down into his belly. The hollow found himself splashing into a gas-filled chamber full of juices and fluids that stank ten times worse than the demon’s actual breath. But it didn’t matter at that point. The hollow rested in the vat of juices and waited. Waited to be digested. Waited to perish. Waited to be reincarnated so he could continue this endless cycle of pointless death. Waited for the spirits of other warriors who died to slap him for not seeing that open gate to begin with. The Asylum Demon waited too. He waited for his stomach to stop gurgling. He waited for the hollow to be turned into more fat that would make his belly, thighs, and buttocks even fatter than before. He waited for more hollows or humans to show up; this single knight would barely make a dent in his body mass. Still, the demon was sated. He patted his hand around his gut and pounded a fist into his chest twice.
“BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!”
Something clanged against the floor. The Asylum Demon walked towards the item and inspected it. He smirked, seeing the hollow’s helmet covered in drool and stomach juices. Satisfied with his work, the Asylum Demon flapped his wings and ascended to a platform in the courtyard. He stood there and stared at the giant door up ahead, waiting for another inexperienced soul to wander into his domain.
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I don't play Dark Souls, but this was a lovely read! I'm excited for the other version.
Oh great: you’ve crossed the line to DSR34. All I can say is you’re not getting your souls back.
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