I awoke to dreary midday light pushing against my eyelids.
My name is Ashemma. This is the story of how I died.
I was dimly aware of a scream in the back of my mind, and only after several minutes, as the scream died off, withering from exhaustion, did I realize that it had been me doing the screaming. I was covered in sweat, sitting in a stone coffin that was all too familiar. I hesitated, then gingerly reached up, feeling my throat, expecting to feel the bloody gash that had killed me. Nothing. No wound.
The trials and tribulations of Ashemma, Deprived Unkindled, as she seeks to unravel the mysteries of Lothric and remember who she is. (Deprived is an unofficial Dark Souls fan comic.) [WARNING: Partial/Obscured Nudity]
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