(Warning: This is a pure fan fiction, a mix of the dark souls series, bloodborne and the anime zero no tsukaima together with some ohter things. Unfortunately, i had the idea for this history and i simply couldn't take it off from my stupid brain for four days straight until i had to submit this fiction. Don't hate me please.) After a long, long time on the dark, he forgot his name. That isn't anything new, he forgot many things, family, friends and even some enemies. Altought, he remebers most of his journey after he went turned into a undead. Fighting the old gods, killing a pale dragon, facing ancient demons, learning magic, hexes, miracles and pyromancies. Then, liting the fire for the first time and burning to ashes. But his journey didn't ended when he burned. Like a stubborn ember, he persisted to lit the fire once more when it was fading. But a flame can't burn what is already burned... and in the end, the dark prevailed. Until one day, when after a long time, a strong light lited under his feet, and he heard a girls voice calling him.