Author's Notes: Hello, world!

This is my first adventure into any sort of writing. I've always had an affinity for it and always loved it, but I have yet to really buckle down and create any sort of story. So I guess you could say this is my Novice Debut!

I thought of the idea for this after being summoned as a Blue Phantom on Demon's Souls. It seemed like it could work very well! In any case, Demon's Souls doesn't actually have a main character so I have been very liberal in that regard. I tried my best to create a very real, flawed person with many strengths and weaknesses.

My goal is to also incorporate strong bonds early on. Also, I had no desire to include the romance or harem elements. I wanted to deviate from this, and I figured the best way to do this would be to make the main character a female.

There will also be discrepancies involving the magic both ways. I need to create a smooth transition between ZnT and Demon's Souls.

As for the story, it will generally follow the outline until the "show off your familiar" festival thing, so be prepared for some unique events from then on. It will completely deviate from the ZnT story line at that point.

Anyway, I worked very hard on this and intend to continue to do so. As such, I humbly accept and ask for any valid criticism anyone has to offer.

All that said, please sit back, read and I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

-Oh Come To Me, Ye Slayer Of Demons-

A Demon's Souls and Familiar of Zero crossover.

-"What man hath power, which he himself can call evil?"-Unknown

"A scourge of demons, we too, once faced".

The Monumental's arrogance knew no bounds. I may be a woman, but I am Royalty! I am no mere dabbler in magic either, I am a sorceress of undeniable power! He lured my soul into the Nexus and then promised me freedom from that prison if I could accomplish one thing; lull the Old One back to slumber.

"Ridiculous", I shouted as I kicked at his candle. It was beyond me how he could take something of mine as precious as my life and dangle it before me as if it were never mine to begin with. He denied me an honorable death.

"I will slay your Demons, Monumental. I will lure the Old One with my power, Monumental. And then, perhaps I shall come after you, Monumental", I say with a pained expression. Because it is an empty threat. He cannot die and he is also right, despite my pride, this must end. But I just couldn't bring myself to show him absolute obedience.

"Yes, we are fortunate indeed to have you. Now, go forth, and destroy every last Demon", says the Monumental with slight curl in his lip. I think his long life has made him rather jaded. So I charged into the Demons and I made them mine.

Lead, Tower, Sword and King.

Spider, Flame and a God.

Idol, Twins and Demon Cloak.

Hunger, Hero and King.

Poison, Plague and Purity.

I faced them all and made them mine. I took the massive power of their souls and made it MINE! However, I must admit-I feel them-and their presence is strong. They are still inside of me. Not living, but their essence. A Demon's Soul is no play thing. Surely if I let my guard down, I would have gone as mad as the rest of the fools. Only my power would be unstoppable. Inside the Beast's lair, it is indescribable. It's almost euphoric, this sense of power that I feel! But more than that, this place feels warm. It feels like I'm resting in my mother's arms as I did as a child. Every fiber of my being tells me it's safe here. This place is home. What a troubling thought. This is the belly of a damned Demon! And the Old One no less! I should not be feeling this way. This must be the extent to what that poor Crestfallen Warrior, that I met in the Nexus, warned me of. I had merely thought he was mad, but perhaps he knew the power of these souls more than anyone?

"But beware; do not devolve into a foul beast…", his words ring eerily in the back of my mind. The Maiden and I have reached the core of the Old One's lair. I suppose this is where our journey is over. The Maiden turns to me and says, "Slayer of Demons, go back above. The Nexus shall imprison thee no longer. I shall lull the Old One back to slumber" in a kind and gentle voice. So am I free? Am I to rejoice? If that is so, then why am I still standing here? My knees are shaking. My heart begins to race.

"What is this...?", I cry out softly to myself. I feel them. The thousands of souls I've stolen, the Demon's Souls that are now apart of me. It's as if they're rampaging within me! Every soul beckons me to step forward!

"Argg.. ah..", I fight it with all that I am. It hurts so bad. Worse than any physical wound that any Demon could give me. It hurts, because it feels so good.

"The Old One and I shall slumber interminably. That is the way it must be. Thou may'st go. Be gone to thine world", the Maiden says with a voice that lacks its previous kindness.

"Maiden, I...", my mouth stops me from speaking by forming a psychotic smile against my will. My world turns black. Something snapped. The dam that guarded my heart has failed. That which was me, no longer exists.

I step forward. Flesh and bone. The sound of my rapier piercing the kind Maiden's skull. Thump. The sound of the kind Maiden's body hitting the ground.

"Maiden... your soul... it is mine! GIVE IT TO ME!", I hear my voice say words that I never told it to say in a voice I've never heard. And with that, I obtain the power to manipulate souls. There is no doubt that I am the strongest Demon of them all!

"Haha... ke...", I laugh in a maniacal delight at the power now flowing through me a situation I do not understand at all. I have no idea how long I've been standing here. Just staring absent-mindedly at my friend's corpse. I feel nothing, however that smile still has not left my face. I will not allow it. I will seal my heart away so this evil cannot awaken.

"I won't let you win...", I mutter to myself to strengthen my resolve. Just as I say this, something strange appears. Its power is very reminiscent of the Blue Eye Stone the Maiden gave me but somehow different. Maybe the fact that I never activated the power my Stone.

"What... the hell?". Could this be the Old One? But that wouldn't make any sense. I am already in the presence of the Old One, how or why would he summon me? "Someone is calling for me. Perhaps whomever lies behind this portal can give me purpose again? Could... could I atone?", I speak to myself meekly. "Very well. I accept your request". I reach out my hand to the portal and it wraps itself around my hand instantly.

It pulls. I subconsciously pull back at such a sudden thing, however I release my muscles after a moment and allow it transport me.

I watch the world go by.

Space.

Time.

It's all irrelevant now. I can feel I am being pulled to some place very, very far away. This is a good thing, I think. Well, I thought. As when I open my eyes again I am about fifty feet in the air. I quickly brace my body with a Warding spell and land in a crater about the size of a small church. The small crater is encompassed by a shroud of dust and smoke. Warding certainly strengthens your muscles and your bones, but it does nothing for the pain involved with smacking into the ground. What kind of summoning is this? I almost feel like I was used as a projectile. There are certainly more cost-effective means for ammunition, I can assure you. I decide to maintain the pose I fell into after landing. It will allow me to quickly dodge an attack should this be some pseudo-trap. After several minutes, the dust begins to settle. Interesting, there are a lot of people here. They all seem to be children as well. And they're all dressed... interesting.

They are all very quiet, save for some mild whispers I hear them sharing. One girl stands out, however. She is wearing a black cloak, white shirt, black skirt black knee socks and black shoes and holding what looks to be a wooden catalyst. But what is her most distinguishing feature thus far is her hair. Beautiful strawberry-blonde hair with much more strawberry than blonde. Granted, it's slightly covered in dust and soot at the moment. I can only imagine what has been taking place here. I can only assume, based on the many... creatures present, that it must be a group-summoning ritual. One of the girls in the crowd calls out to the strawberry-blonde something that I don't quite make out, however it seems to anger me for some reason. I am quite certain that this girl is the one that summoned me, I suppose I should greet her since no one here seems particularly hostile. As I stand, everyone crowded around me jumps with a gasp and takes a step back.

"Heh", I can't help but let out an audible laugh at that. I make my way to the young girl, whom has a terrible look of fear I might add. "Young Lady, I ask of thee, dids't thou summon me?", I ask with a dignified and proud voice, as if I were a knight. I have to make a cool first impression, after all! Contorting her face as if to gather her resolve, she speaks, "j-je ne comprends pas votre langue. Pouvez-vous me comprenez? Es-tu mon familier?".

"..."

"..."

I swear, I could literally hear crickets. I have no idea what the hell she just said. Once again, I find the word "interesting" creeping past my lips. I continued to stare at this girl with my expressionless face trying to think about what to do for several minutes. I cannot speak this language but I do recognize some words. I believe most of it was involving her not understanding me and me understanding her. That last question though... "familier"? She is indeed the one who summoned me. The same girl from before shouts something again in a tone that is clearly mocking the girl before me. Is she mocking her because she summoned me? What the hell kind of place is this?

Whatever! That annoys me!

I shoot the girl an evil eye which promptly instructs her to stop. Heh, I wonder what went through her mind? I return my gaze upon the young lady in front of me once again. I kneel as any respectable knight would do.

"You are the one who summoned me, I shall trust in your guidance in this unfamiliar place and I shall assist you in any way that I am able". I say once again in a dignified tone. Even if she cannot understand me, I cannot shirk the duty of a knight to show respect. She seems to understand my body language and tone well enough, as she begins to speak. Wait. Is she chanting an incantation? Is she planning on forming a contract! As I am playing this through my mind wondering how I should handle this situation, I fail to notice that the girl's blushing face is directly in front of mine.

"Ye-...".

My surprised, girlie yelp is cut off by the girl's warm lips meeting my own. I fall back to my rear-end with a look which is probably similar to disbelief on my face. I am unaware of the customs in this place, but I feel like I just lost my purity! Then my hand begins to burn and glowing symbols slowly make their appearance under my skin on the back of my hand.

"Eh...?", I weakly make a noise as I turn my eyes to my hand. This is not good, what did I just get myself into? This is what I get for trying to look cool! I know little of contracts, but I know one with a powerful seal such as this literally binds one to the will of the Contractor. As such, there are many variations of contracts that can force obedience through means of torturous pain or threat of death. Shit. I had best do nothing to put myself in any unnecessary danger until I'm aware of what exactly is going on.

The bald, older man behind the young girl began to speak to her while keeping his eyes on me. No doubt he was curious, as he is clearly the only one here with any experience. In fact... something about this man intimidates me. That's quite troubling considering I once faced a twenty-story tall dragon. It's only so troubling because my instincts have served me well in the past. I will keep an eye on this man. I suppose I should at least maintain my composure so I don't look like a complete fool. So I retake my kneeling stance and await something signaling the completion of whatever is going on. In any case, it seems I have been summoned to an unknown kingdom and formed a contract with a 12 year-old girl. And a powerful one at that. I suppose this is better than where I was not too long ago. I will just see what happens for now. The girl speaks, she seems to be addressing me. So I rise. She motions me to follow with her hand, and I obey. It would be nice if I knew what goal I had been summoned for, though.

Several hours of awkward have passed. Mainly with me silently sitting in the corner of this very nice room-which seems to be a part of a large school or academy-and her speaking very loudly and flailing her arms about and pointing at me or her sitting in the opposite corner glaring at me.I see many similarities between my language and hers, but they are fundamentally different. I have been trying to assist in crossing this barrier but the girl just yells louder every time I do. Surely, she is no warrior. She's just a child! How did she even manage to summon me at all, I wonder...?

"Master", I refer to her as such since I was stupid enough to get roped into a contract, "perhaps you should calm down and assist me in remedying the situation?". I'm not sure what it was that I said, but she rips out her catalyst and begins to chant a spell. Before I can react there is a small explosion originating on my forehead.

"Master, should I assume that you showed mercy upon me? Because I still have my head?", I speak with slight irritation in my voice.

"I understood that!", she yells with excitement.

"As I that. My Master much be very skilled in magic to perform such a spell. I am impressed", I speak honestly. Magic that augments one's mind with understanding is very complicated. To be able to perform it at such a young age is truly a gift.

"Ehh... actually that was supposed to be a silencing spell", she says as she looks at her feet. I stand corrected. Interesting. I feel my finger tapping my catalyst in my pouch.

"Ahh...", I sigh in an attempt to relieve the stress before speaking again. "In any case, due to the difficulty in understanding each other please allow me to make a proper introduction to my Master. My name is Abigail. I have many skills and abilities at my disposal. I came at you call. I must admit, I had no intention of forming a contract but I was unaware of what was happening. From what I gather that was not a proper summoning? In any case, what's done is done and for the time being, you are my Master. So I ask of you, could you please indulge me as to your name and my purpose?", I attempt to be as polite as possible. From what I saw earlier, making a girl who likes to blow stuff up is probably not a good idea so I will stop there.

"Yes!", she exclaimed in a way that rivaled the Monumental's arrogance. "I am your Master. My name is Louise Francoise Lu Blanc de La Valliere. I am a noble and you are my familiar, familiar. And you duties are simple". Simple, she says. After she finishes speaking she stands and begins to remove her cloak. My vision goes black. I hear rustling beyond the black cloak that now masks my visage. As I pull the cloak down, I am assailed by a pair of frilly, pink undergarments with a cute little bow in the front. Thanks to my excellent combat skills, I manage to evade this attack. Once again, I am taken aback by the customs of this land.

"Excuse me, Master", I call to the young girl before me, "I'm not sure exactly what service you intend to call upon, but... s-sexual experience is not my particular forte, nor is it why I accepted your summons. I would be humbled if you would refrain from stealing my chastity", I say to my partially-nude Master.

Uh oh. Once again, I am unfamiliar with the customs of this place and I seem to have misinterpreted the situation.

"S-S-S-S-S-S-SEXUAL!", she screamed in a rather humorous voice. "YOU ARE TO DO MY LAUNDRY, FAMILIAR! NOTHING ELSE RIGHT NOW!".

Well, I was close.

"I understand, while I will obey I do not believe this is the proper use of my abilities, Master", I speak with a sense of failure. I am Royalty, damnit!

"Familiar, let me make this clear. I gave you an order, I did not ask for an opinion nor will I. You have already embarrassed me enough for one lifetime today", she says with a stern look on her face. Wait, I embarrassed her? How the hell does that even work?

"Master, have I failed you in some way?", I speak my feelings.

"Just do what I told you, familiar", she dryly states.

"Very well, Master. I apologize. I will not fail you again", I state emotionally. "Do you have any other orders before I depart, Master?".

"Yes, please wake me at dawn", she says while half-yawning.

"Also Master, if I may?", I speak towards her, she nods her head. "Would you mind me familiarizing myself with the area after this is completed? I am still very new to this place and I would like to understand it better if at all possible".

"Yes, that would be acceptable. Do not forget to wake me or no food tomorrow, understood?", she states like she's speaking to a child.

"Understood, Master. Sleep well".

What the hell is this. I feel like I was better off staring at the Maiden's body-no. I just made myself very uncomfortable. This is infinitely better. Anything is better. But I suppose if anything, it will be interesting. My young Master doesn't seem to be a bad person, just probably spoiled rotten. The social status of this kingdom seems particularly screwed up.

"This is just ridiculous...", I softly mutter to myself while carrying a basket full of capes and panties. Actually, thinking back I have no idea what I should do... I don't even know where to wash them!

"Ah yes, they smell delightful, my dear!", I hear a voice from down the hall. "Please, allow me!", the boy whimsically speaks as he gracefully reaches for a snack that the young girl is holding up to him. This is kind of cute, to be honest. Aside from the fact that the boy looks ridiculous, the young girl and her blushing cheeks speak no lies.

"Ah young love~", I think out-loud.

"Why you speaking without being spoken to, commoner?", the boy asks. Curious I turn to face him. Both him and the young girl are staring in my direction. I wonder who they're looking at? There's no one beside me... there's no one behind me...

Wait. It couldn't be...

"... Are you speaking to me?", I timidly ask.

"Do you see any other commoners here? Oh wait, you're the girl that Louise the Zero summoned! That is to say though, it's amazing she managed to summon anything at all! I must say, you are quite ravishing for a commoner Familiar of Zero!", he says in a grand tone fit for theater gesturing wildly with his arms while expertly wielding a beautiful rose in his right hand.

"Whaaaaaat? I... you ... huh?", taken aback the grandiose performance of what I'm not quite sure was an insult or not, I was not quite sure what to say.

"But do not worry Katie, nothing compares to the beauty of you!", he now is ignoring me completely.

"Do you promise?", she said looking up the boy with puppy-dog eyes.

"I cannot tell lies in front of your eyes", he cheekishly states.

"Geeeeez", I let out a complaint in the form of a noise. "I feel sorry for you, young lady. To waste your love on a fool is to have never loved at all". The boy, clearly not used to any sort of opposition to his annoying gestures based on how wide his eyes were and his jaw was nearly hitting the ground, did not speak as I walked away. "Phew", I let a sigh of relief when I see they are not following me. That was troubling. I'm still not exactly used to this place and these people's mannerisms are not comfortable to me. I'd prefer to not cause too much trouble... words were never my forte. But fortunately, it looks like I've been saved for I just happened to catch a glimpse of a young girl dusting some expensive-looking furniture. Surely she can help me!

"There are two moons", I bluntly state out-loud.

"Huh? Did you something?", the young girl questions if she heard me speak.

"No, it's nothing. Thank you very much for the assistance", I say as I smile warmly.

The maid had been kind enough to assists me. Unlike many of these "nobles" she was happy to help, although she seemed rather timid when I first spoke to her. I believe it is probably because she is seldom approached save for selfish, spoiled nobles who want her to do *their* work. I just didn't know how to do mine. That's different, right? After all, I've never even done anything like this. I never liked it, but my family even had its own servants before I had left for Boletaria. Of course, I didn't like that and I was never rude to them and they seemed to respect me for it. I tried to help them if they seemed to need it and they would always be sure to assist me. I would never think of treating them as simple objects. Then again, I was different from the rest of my family. They were quite pretentious. That doesn't change the fact that I've never washed my own laundry, however. When I left for Boletaria my light armor was quickly damaged and needed replaced, and the servants took care of that at home. There was never a need for me to do that. Fortunately, Siesta is apparently her name, was kind enough to help me find the correct spot and even wash a few garments to show me how.

"You really saved me, Siesta", I speak my heart.

I'm still curious as to how I got here, however. I've never been summoned in such a way, and now that I think about it, I'm in body-form. Actually, I'd be dead if I wasn't I guess, since it *was* a promise that I would be freed from the Nexus. But still, this troubles me. I was called for by the spell without asking to be called for, I'm in my body and me "Master" seems to be completely unaware of the implications. The amount of magic it would take to summon and sustain a human body, and one with as much power as mine, is utterly unthinkable. I would have simply brushed it off as impossible. Yet, here I am in a strange world with these mysterious runes slightly glowing on my hand. They are rather warm and it's clear to me that my Master's mana is flowing through me. I'm amazed at how revitalized, to be honest. My Master must be truly formidable indeed to summon me, sustain my own body, supply me with this much extra power and still have an abundance herself. Though I am curious as to what this "Louise the Zero" nonsense is. My Master seems to be given a very hard time by her peers. Perhaps I should offer to remedy this?

In any case, Siesta was kind enough to explain the world, the importance on status based on the use of magic and the nobles are constantly oppressing the commoners. That makes me kind of sick, to be honest. To cause pain to people over such nonsense. The people of my home would be rejoicing hand-in-hand in a world where there wasn't plague, demons and betrayers. My Master does indeed seem to have this arrogance, but she doesn't seem the kind to out-right oppress on a young girl such as Siesta, and while she excepts me to do all this and threatens me with no food or lashings, she probably just doesn't understand the consequences of summoning a human. For example; how easy it would be for me to kill just her. I may have formed a contract with her but I seriously doubt that these "familiars" are anywhere near my level of power or intelligence, for I am a scholar! Okay, maybe not, but I *am* a Demon Slayer, after all! Thinking back to my home, I'd imagine that very few of my house's warriors would accept washing pink panties. Fortunately, while I may technically be a knight being of Royalty, I hold such opinions under a different light. In any case, I am done with this laundry. perhaps I should-

"Waaahhhh~!", I scream humorously as I trip over what appears to be a tail.

Laundry. Laundry everywhere! Wah, I hope I don't have to wash them again. What did I trip over anyway?

"Eh...?". It appears to be a dragon. Shit, it's opening it's mouth!

"Water Veil!", I shout the name of my spell as I reach for my catalyst to assist my focus and concentration. Water Veil requires two separate steps. First, concentrate. The souls that are within you give you strength. Use their power. Focus on the air around you, the moisture in the air. Each individual droplet, make it yours. Focus on them, bring them together. One at a time. Allow none to escape your control. Good, now focus on the second task. Take the water and form a wall. Impenetrable by fire. Bring them around you, have them hold you as if they were holding a child. Good. The spell is complete. I brace my body and focus all of my magic into the front of the Viel. The dragon faces me, gathering his energy for a massive... yawn.

"...Eh...?", I let out a slightly surprised sound, and for good reason. "Well, this is new. Is the dragon tamed?", I curiously question the beast's nature as I cautiously approach the beast.

"Familiar", A voice comes from the dragon.

"By God, it speaks!", I shout as I jump back into surprise, nearly tripping over the basket. Except that's when I notice a young girl with short hair that is so platinum that it almost appears blue. The girl has with her a gnarled staff similar to one that Yuria had in her possession. She's been expressionlessly reading her book until this spectacle, it seems. She is now looking at me with an expression of not so much surprise, but interest.

"Zero's... Familiar?", the young girl inquires.

"Ehehe, so it seems", I let out a small, embarrassed and awkward laugh as I answer her as I begin to pick up the laundry that I dropped, silently praying that they did not get dirty.

"Power magic... quickly cast... short incantation... impressive", she speaks to herself as if I were a fancy catalyst for display.

"Square?", she seems to be asking me a question, but I have no idea what the hell that means.

"Eh... square? I apologize, however I do not know what that means. As far as incantations go, I learned many abilities from a very powerful witch. One such method was to wield power through raw, untamed emotion and resolve. It can be quite an effective means to quickly cast high-level spells. Think of it as channeling your magic through your body via a different route", I try to explain in the most basic way I can. I'm not sure why, but I have an instant desire to show respect to this young lady. I feel it wouldn't hurt to explain since she asked... I think. The girl doesn't answer, however. She just stares for a moment, likely analyzing the information that I have just presented to her. After a moment she gives me a quiet nod and returns to her book. "Also, if I may, could you please keep this a secret?", I inquire. "I still am not sure what my purpose is and I believe keeping my abilities as secret as possible is a wise decision". Once again, the girl just nods. This time with a slight curl in her lip. It's slightly comforting to know that the girl can show emotion. Without a doubt, I can trust this girl.

"Thank you", I speak humbly as I pick up the pink panties with the bow and return the quiet girl's nod. "I will take my leave, I apologize for the disturbance", I say with a respectful bow to augment my sincerity. I suppose I will make my rounds around this place and try to get a sense of familiarity and then head back to my Master's chambers.

Louise was always an energetic girl, but today's events have surely taken their toll on her tiny frame.

"Stupid familiar", she thinks out-loud. "They'd have made less fun of me to have summoned nothing at all, at least they expected that". Louise complained to herself as she pulled the covers over her head and bit her lip.

"Bah! What should I do?", she mutters discontentedly. But as she does so, staring at the moons outside she feels a wave of tiredness wash over her.

"I wonder if she will remember to wake me at the correct time...", she half-heartedly wonders as she hears the door to her room open. Her familiar must have completed her task. Good, at least she can do her laundry for her. She would look less a fool if her familiar was useful at least in some respect. What confused her is what came next. She heard the basket of laundry being sat down and the rustling of clothes, likely her folding and preparing her uniform when she heard something else.

Quiet sobbing.

Louise, being half-asleep, was somewhat taken aback wasn't sure what to think. Before finally falling asleep, Louise heard two words, "I'm sorry...".

Then her familiar wiped her tears and pulled the cover over her Master, sat in the corner and joined her Master in slumber as the tears ceased to stop. This warmness is unknown.