CH7: Light My Fire

Somewhere in the Cathedral Ward:

Krieg sulked all the way back to the chapel after his ordeal with the pig. Neither voice said a word as they dragged themselves through the district. The old woman still taking refuge inside the Oedon Chapel barked something to the psycho, but it went in one ear and out the other. He wandered a large set of stairs leading further up towards a large cathedral. However the gate was locked and guarded by a tall man in matching white clothes and face. The man held a cane and a lantern in his hands. The moment Krieg approached, the man slammed the can into his stomach. Krieg fell to one knee. Their was no real pain from the blow, but he was still in his scatterbrain state.

Get up. I know you're upset. So am I. But right now we need to focus. Now fight back.

The church servant raises his cane for a downward strike. Krieg springs to his feet and grabs the cane. The servant struggles for his cane only to have his face to take a hit from the psycho's head. Krieg rams the man into the cane. He pummels him with his own cane, not letting up for the servant to get up. By the time he was finished, all that was left of Krieg's victim was a body with a caved in skull. Krieg panted from the adrenaline rush.

Feeling better? At least one of us is. Though we might be in trouble for killing this guy. He may have been a priest.

"THE ONLY FATHERS I KNOW ARE WOLFIE AND MY MEAT STICK." the psycho bellowed.

Can we not talk about our junk like that? Also if you mean Gascoigne then yeah I supposed we killed a priest before. Then I guest guys like these are bat shit crazy like him. This place is full of crazies. Almost as if we were meant to be here.

Heading back the way he came Krieg walked through the left side of the chapel and into the courtyard with another priest wandering about. Not taking a risk, Krieg revved up his buzz axe and chucked it. The axe made contact into the priest's rib cage. The motor caused the weapon to slice upwards bisecting the upper part of the priest in two. The body stayed standing surprisingly. Krieg walked up to grab his axe. He looked to see there were two paths to go. Neither voice knew which way would be better, so the psycho had an idea. He stepped up to the still standing corpse, lifted up his mask, and blew wind towards it. It was enough for the body to comically (for him) to slowly fall to the ground. When the body fell, it fell in the left direction. Not wasting time, Krieg started moving that way.

Completely dumb way of doing things, but I suppose it's better than just standing around.

Walking down the path Krieg encountered a group of townsfolk outside a church with rabid dogs by their side. He rushed in with buzz axe and saw clever in his hands and ripped through the opposition. It only lasted half a minute before he headed up inside the church. All that was there was a crypt and a lone villager who was quickly dispatched. Not finding anything of real use, Krieg wandered around to find another set of stairs. Another villager and a set of dogs got in his way before they were dealt with. Reaching the top, he saw a lever by the balcony overlooking the lower floor. He pulls on it causing the crypt below to move revealing another set of stairs down.

For crying out loud there's nothing but stairs in this place. Have these people consider investing in elevators. I mean we only found one, but come on there have to be more than just that one. Great for exercise maybe. It's just annoying.

The sane voice ranted as Krieg went back around the church to find a man in different garb standing by a tombstone. The sane persona notices this and tries to give caution to his other half.

Be careful. He might be like the others. Here's hoping he isn't.

Krieg walks up to the man slowly. The man turns around and give him a confused look but a friendly, non hostile smile.

"You're a hunter aren't you?" The man asks.

Krieg shrugs his shoulders and gives him a nod.

"I knew it. That's precisely how I started out! Well not with that less clothing, but... Oh, beg pardon, you may call me Alfred. Protege of Master Logarius, hunter of Vilebloods."

He seems alright I guess. Maybe he can help us get some info.

"So what say you?" Alfred asks. "Our prey might differ, but we are hunters, the both of us. Why not cooperate, and discuss the things we've learned?"

"I FIND NO OBJECTION TO A BLOOD BROTHER SO LONG AS HE DOESN'T KILL STEAL." Krieg answered in his own way.

"Oh-hoh! Very good, very good indeed! Take this, to celebrate our acquaintance."

Alfred hands Krieg a few sheets of paper. The psycho tilts his head in confusion.

"Just rub the paper on your hunting tool and it will be lit aflame. Many beast fear fire, so many hunters always keep some on them in any case. Beast hunting is a sacred practice. So, is there anything you wish to discuss?"

"WHAT IS THIS GROUP OF PRIESTS DOING AND WHY DO THEY BEAT ME WITH CANES?"

"Oh, well, that must be servants of the Healing Church. They are the fountainhead of blood healing. I'm a simple hunter, quite unfamiliar with the ins and outs of the institution. But I have heard that the holy medium of blood healing is venerated in the main cathedral. And that the councilors of the old church reside in the high stratum of the Cathedral Ward. If you seek blood healing, and the church is willing, you should pay them a visit."

"What other knowledge do you have CRAMMED IN YOUR SKULL?"

"Come now their is no need to shout." Alfred says wincing form the psycho's voice. "There is also Byrgenwerth. It is an old place of learning. And the tomb of the gods, carved out below Yharnam, should be familiar to every hunter.

Tomb of the gods? Gehrman mention that before.

"Once a group of young Byrgenwerth scholars discovered a holy medium deep within the tomb. This led to the founding of the Healing Church, and the establishment of blood healing. In this sense, everything sacred in Yharnam can be traced back to Byrgenwerth. But today, the college lies deep within a tangled wood, abandoned and decrepit. And furthermore, the Healing Church has declared Byrgenwerth forbidden ground. It's unclear how many of it's scholars remain alive... but only they know the password that allows the passage through the gate leading to their college."

"Fellow hunter if you could do me a favor. If you find anything related to my master Logarius, I will be grateful."

Krieg simply nods and starts walking away.

"Excellent. May the good blood guide your way.

Okay that guy made me feel awkward. That alone is an achievement. But how he talked about the church and the college almost sounded like blind faith. the question is why would the church forbid Byrgenwerth forbidden?

"I GO WHERE I WANT!"

In due time. lets see where that path down the crypt leads.

Climbing back down, Krieg heads below the church coming across more humanoid statues. Further down, he encounters a lycanthrope prowling about. Wanting to try out the paper, Krieg rubs it on his buzz axe, the saw ignites with an intense flame. The psycho roared with laughter and charges the beast. With one swipe, the beast reels back in pain and fear. The fire damaged it greatly. Krieg follows up with his hellfire halitosis. The beast erupts in flame. After seconds of howling, it falls to the ground a burnt mess. Satisfied with his work, the psycho continues down to the very bottom where he finds a lamp and a door. Wanting to rest for a bit, Krieg heads back to the dream.


In control once more, sane Krieg lets out a long sigh. He looks around to find the Doll nowhere in sight. Taking a walk around, he finds her by the door to the side of the workshop kneeling before an unmarked grave. Slowly walking towards her, Krieg could hear her praying.

"O Flora, of the moon, of the dream. O little ones, O fleeting will of the ancients." she said. "Let the hunter be safe, let him find comfort. And let this dream, his captor... foretell a pleasant awakening... be, one day, a fond, distant memory."

Not wanting to disturb her, Krieg sat down on the edge and looked out to the rest of the area.

"Just who or what are you?" he ponders in his mind. "Why does my gut tell me that it's all a lie. I need to get back home to the others. To Maya..."

I WILL BE THE GOD OF THIS WORLD! AND YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED LIKE THE SICKLY PUPPY YOU ARE!

"We can't stay here. This isn't our home. The question is, how exactly can the old man help us get home."

I AM HOME. YOU ARE NOTHING COMPARED TO MY MEAT MUSCLES. I WILL STOMP YOU OUT LIKE THE TURDS ON MY BOOTS AND THEN ORDER A NEW PAIR ONLINE.

"Not gonna happen. Once we get back, I'm gonna find a way to get rid of you. For now, we're still stuck with each other."

Krieg snaps out of his mental conversation with his other self when he felt a cold hand on his shoulder. The Doll looks down at him with her warm smile.

"Good hunter. Forgive me. I wasn't aware of your presence." she stated.

"It's fine. Didn't want to bother you."

Krieg looks away, gazing back at the rest of the dream world. The Doll frowns slightly.

"You are troubled." she says.

"...Yeah."

"What troubles you?"

Krieg lets out a sigh.

"A little girl I met died. She was attacked by the beasts and I wasn't able to save her." Krieg smashes his fist into the ground. The Doll flinches from the outburst. Several cracks in the ground were made form the impact.

The Doll sits down right next to the psycho. She keeps her hand on his shoulder.

"I told her to stay inside.I tried to take her to a safe place. The only solace I can find from this was that I made the one responsible pay. Back on Pandora, things like this were normal. The kids there were tough. Most of them already killed a decent amount of bandits before they reached puberty. But she was innocent. Something like that is never easy to handle."

"The scourge has claimed many lives, young and old." The Doll consoles. "Hunters risk their own lives to protect those who cannot protect themselves. It is understandable to grief for the one's who are gone, but that should not stop you from protecting the one's that are still needing protection."

Krieg looks back to her. "Not many in the city so far need protection."

"Perhaps. But did you not protect your friends back where you came from?"

"I did. We took care of ourselves as well as each other."

"Then keep them in mind and heart so that you may return to them in the waking world."

Taking a moment to process, Krieg felt somewhat relieved from her words. He could not forgive himself for not saving the girl, yes. But he knew wallowing in regret won't do any good. Besides, there were more monsters stalking the streets. His anger for the beasts was almost on par with his psycho's. Krieg stood up. He lent his hand to the Doll helping her up and started to leave. The Doll followed him down to the graves. Krieg turns to face her.

"Thanks for the pep talk." he says.

"I'm glad that I am useful to you." The Doll smiles. "What is your plan now?"

"I'm going to slay some beasts."

HAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAAAH. DRINK THE BLOOD. GAIN THE NUMBERS. GO DO, THE VOODOO, THAT YOU DO, SOOOOOOO WEEEEEEEEELL!

"Yeah, uh. The other guy is on board with me on this one. Later."

Krieg then vanishes from the dream. The doll lets out a giggle.

"Be strong, Krieg. May you be protected in the waking world.


Sorry for the wait. Hope you all enjoyed it. I'll be planning a longer chapter next, so stay tuned.

Take Care.

P.S. whoops on the missing word.