Hmm how long has he been here? Eons, a century, maybe a millennium? Ah, doesn't matter anymore what matters to him is to continue his duty. He took this mantel from Gehrman with full knowledge to what he was in for. He has long excepted has fate to this dream to this nightmare. Yet for some reason even though that bloody moon reminds him of his oh so distant past he is… content with this. He became the hosted the dream at a younger age than Gehrman did so he has remained young and strong through time. Though he still has some side effects from immortality. His hair and skin have gone snow white and my eyes shining silver. Doll has been good company as usual. He wished he had given her a name she has always been kind and understanding. Wait maybe he did what was it ah come on. Maria…no that was who she was modeled after. Maria by the great ones what a woman, "Hahahahahahaha…hehe" oh now that was a fight worthy of a student of Gehrman.

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"Damn it all." It was whisper a whisper just loud enough for the Doll to hear. She was tending the graves when she heard upon the Good Hunter's voice she came to him seeing him with cold dead like eyes staring at the moon. "Good Hunter?" she called to him hoping to hear his voice. For unlike with Gehrman he treated her human and kindly. Not as an object or a tool as so many hunters have, no he say her as, human. "…ah Doll come here let me use your comb and fix your hair for you." He said while smiling. Doll wondered why he would ask her to do that her hair always stayed the same never tangled or knotted, yet when he smiled and asked she couldn't refuse he was to serene at the moment for her to refuse. So Doll took off her hat letting her fading blond hair be exposed while handing the Good Hunter the comb she had received from him all those many years ago. She sat in front of him leaning on his legs so he wouldn't have to lean to far out of wheel chair. He took her hair gently and began to comb it went through completely unhindered by the soft glossy hair. However, that wasn't why he did it. He did this to pass by time with her for spending time with her was the second most favorite thing he could do. The first was the same thing for a many of hunters that entered the dream. He adores the hunt. It is a major reason why he took up the mantel as host of the dream.

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While the Good Hunter was thinking Doll was taking to admire all the white flowers that covered the ground and weapons that occasionally came into view. The weapons were all unique for each was a hunter weapon all were one of the hunters each pulsing with power from the gems and stones he had enforced them with. The Good Hunter gained many of his gems from the chalices the he set next to the workshop however. He did this to stay in shape and gain power never once allowing himself to wilt away like Gherman did. This though as all good things do came to an end with him reaching the peak of his power. Not only was he now fast enough to seem to not need quick step anymore, but his strength allowed him to practically wrestle a darkbeast to death. A blood tinge of mass power making the Chikage and Bloodletter powerful along side his side arms. Yet he did not use these weapons no he used two weapons he gained from two other hunters. Gherman's Burial Blade and Maria's Evelyn. He used it out of respect and a reminder of the cost to reach where he was now.

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Their thoughts ceased only the bliss of the hunter combing a dolls hair and melody of silence could be heard. Then he felt it that thing was coming and it was involved with him. "Doll go to the workshop and wait there I believe another hunter comes." "Of course Good Hunter." She picked up her hat tied it on her delicate head and exited through the gate leaving the hunter under the great tree surrounded by whit flowers.

It had come

Moon Presence

"Well old friend what is it this time?" the hunter asked the great one looking at it from under his tricorn feathered hat. Ah his hat and hunter gear he had never once taken these cloths off including his cape it had sentimental value to it…that and he looked to damn good in it to really wear anything else he had. Though his unlike the common set had grown with him from bathing in other great ones' blood. Poor Ebrietas at least he ended her and Kos' sufferings. Fuck Mergo's wet nurse though she was bitch.

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"Hmm well you have something for me to do right?" he asked

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"Um?"

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"Ok awkward silence it is I gue-

Do you want to save them

It had spoken through their link it had established upon its embrace of him. But it was the question it asked that floored him.

"Save who?"

Those you failed of course Iosefka, Gherman, Ludwig, Eileen the Crow, Djura, Lady Maria, Viola, Gascoigne, and of course the two little girls

He didn't know how to respond

I have become displeased with the continuation of the hunter's cycle and you have been faithful, loyal, and so I thought to kill two birds with one stone as you humans say

"You could do t-that" he stutters

Of course

"…I'll do it on one condition."

What is it

"You let me chose what I bring with me and keep my power I'd don't want to leave this to chance."

Well of course the hunter's dream and the weapons at your disposal will remain…but the lanterns and…the Doll will not remain

That hit hard yet "That is hard to except but reasonable for they had not yet been established and would raise questions while I would be hard to kill so resurrecting won't be as worrisome as when I started hunting. Plus I could just wait for Gherman to make her."

Good now what will you take

"Well I can't take these" he stated as he raised the weapons in his hands "but I do have two weapons perfect for the job in mind."

The Good Hunter then dropped the Burial Blade and evelyn to the ground and move too the two weapons he had engraved in his mind. The Saw Cleaver and Blunderbust the two weapons he began the hunt with that have never once failed him, the weapons he face Ludwig, Gehrman, and Maria with, and…the weapons he take to begin his next hunt. He takes the blunderbust from the ground and yanks the saw cleaver out of the ground while its still in cleaver form. The weapons come to life releasing the power once in contact with their master. Hehe he just remembered of course it would return at this moment and in one moment he does it.

*clank* "Tonight I join the Hunt." The saw cleaver goes into saw form.

Hehe…Good

*ringing*

He hears it the ringing is that of a Beckoning Bell but so much louder in his ears yet not unbearable for him to hear the it all goes dark and his hunt begins a new.