Darkness without Blemish

User Rating: 9 | Demon's Souls PS3
Losing myself in Demon Soul’s Dark realm was one of most wondrous experiences I’ve ever had to say the least... Such an immersive world that sucked my soul especially when descending deeper into the mines of the unknown. Catching a glimpse of the NPCs (during the loading screens) practically forced my mind to fantasize how meeting them would be, striking this delicious fear in my heart knowing they would be the end of me, I foresaw... Satsuki, tearing me apart with his Katana Yuri the witch, obliterating me so effortlessly with her little spells Miralda the executioner, starring at me in silence then splitting me in half on fist contact. Watching the brave prince Ostrava of Boletaria striving to survive constantly asking for my helping hand, made me feel like the only star in this void of blackness. Moving anywhere in this game felt like a treacherous trap set by an ancient dark formless being, just for me. Battling the darkness just to progress a little required an entire skill, pitfalls...high suffocating stairs... pushing my way into the swap was real blight to behold. Many times I caught myself starring into the void wondering about the impending doom that awaits beyond, especially in the manifold passage ways of the hellish mines. One could never imagine what lies beyond the darkness, for a charming singing voice of a lonely maiden can be heard on a moonless night in a prison cell, the rolling of soulless skeletons bringing my demise closer. The game has so skillfully inflicted the pain of all instruments of torture using only sound. Every area in the game felt like a whole new nightmare, lovingly torturing my mind in those little prison cells, the deepest pits of hell and of course the castle in the skies, ascending to Dark heaven. The sound of this eternal machine in the ‘Tower of Latria’ sang the song of my imminent death so hours, a constant reminder of my impending doom. The flying demons hovering above my head, black wings flapping, so terrified to look up for I knew they blocked the sun. Punishment in this game was my sweetest misery, blackening the black of my nightmares offered me this perpetual ever changing nightmare so rarely offered in a game...until I was one with The Dark, sinking my character deeper and deeper into truer dark ...it’s when I knew I myself could change and not just the world as if in a dream... At the end of my journey, when finally meeting Fake King Allant, it felt fitting knowing I’d soon wake up from the most delicious nightmare after bathing in the horrors of fire spiting dragons, black phantoms, lesser and greater skeletons, dark knights, Cthulhu men, sadistic clerics, and floating abominations.... This variety was also woven so skillfully when facing the bosses for we fought the blind, and all seeing eyes in the skies The massive shields and the little evils The flames and the fleeting twin shadows I doubt the remastered can ever do this game justice, I will always keep coming back to the original for giving me the happiest hours of my life.