He had done it.

He had Finally defeated the Soul of cinder, he could finally become a Lord of Hollows.

The Ashen one reached out his hand, as it touched the bonfire it started to burn. The first flame was trying to consume him, trying to use him as fuel.

He wouldn't let it.

It was hard fighting The first flame. It was painful, so painful that at some point he fell unconscious.

When he woke up he saw the sun shining down on him, except it wasn't the orange color that he could see when he was fighting the Soul of cinder.

Now, it was white.

Upon getting back up and turning around he saw rows of hollows looking at him. At the front of them all, he saw the two remaining sisters of the Sable church- Yuria and Liliane. However what caught his eye was Anri. Somewhere in the crowd of hollows he saw her Elite knight armor set.

For a moment he felt sadness and guilt creep into his heart. But he banished those feelings and reminded himself that there was no other way and that she died for a good cause.

Shaking his head and returning to reality he gazed upon rows of hollows and the two sisters kneeling before him. However there was an empty space in the middle of the rows, creating a path for him.

As he walked the path he heard the whispers of the hollows:

"Ah our gracious lord…

Make Londor whole again..."