Hello and welcome once again to Blood to Hunters Borne to Beginnings. The critically acclaimed non-acclaimed at all writing of mine…haha. There's not much to say besides thank you for reading my work, and I honestly mean it. A question was asked about a certain NPC in bloodborne which I have yet to mention, and hopefully you know of said character. If not, then I can just remind you that he is our vermin-crushing cooperator, and the master of the great League, Valtr. I do intend to fit our glorious leader into a story, but just not yet. I'm not sure on how I plan to do it, but when I do, it will be enjoyable, trust me. Instead we will cover the glorious character creation and the abominations that we can create. Let's enter the nightmare, shall we?
I do not own Bloodborne or RWBY in any way of profit except for their respective copies of the games.
Warning- This may trigger some from the content in this chapter such as mention of slavery, and racism. Just want to warn whoever is reading.
The most merciful thing in the world…is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.
-H.P. Lovecraft
Need, greed, and lust is one thing that is heavily enjoyed upon by the people of Mistral. Drugs, lien, slavery, and most of all, corrupt Hunters. Those who earned such licenses to protect the people from the darkness that encroaches upon them, falls to those desires on a basis some consider to be dangerous. Those with lien take advantage of such things and employ those Hunters to do their bidding from being bodyguards to being the complete opposite, assassins. A simple contract to go eliminate another is one thing that is done often to move a figure forward through the ladders of the government in Mistral. Nothing is ever clean in Mistral, even those who wander the district known for their services.
A popular place for politicians, and those with money, or possibly those who are quite lonely and have just the little cash on them to find pleasure for the evening. The Red-Light district is known for its lovely woman, men, and even children, be it beast or man. Each customer has their own taste in lust, and no matter how wrong it may be, that is exactly what Mistral's lower sector is known for, where the wrong gather, and the rich collect.
Not far from the Red-Light district lies the opposite of pleasure, and instead is where one would purchase a long-time service from a seller who, in turn, would deliver them a special need to their customer that lied within a cage, or had around their neck which lied a collar. Faunus, Human, even possibly Grimm; everyone has their own tastes and interest in pets. Of course, only those with lien belong here, and the complete opposite are those with the chains tied to them. This is tied to the Hunters who are hired; who else is to gather the "goods" and still uphold a reputation beside those with the skills to do so?
Not everyone agrees with such things that lie in the underbelly of Mistral, and some clearly show it by attempting to resist such forces, but when a force that rules from the very top is the creator of such things, how can such a single, or small group stand up to an army that doesn't follow guidelines? It is also looked upon that a non-hunter has hardly a chance to stand up to a trained Hunter, and only that of greater skill can topple one. Of course, in a place such as Mistral, there is always a service to remove a Hunter of such skill if the contractor has the lien for it.
But there comes a time when the one enlisted moves to remove the other force, who is to protect the one who issued it? One can only have so much Lien in their pockets and not draw to much attention, and that is when those who disagree with the system decide to strike. Slowly breaking down the system by removing a small chip, one by one, no matter how long it will take. Yet not many notices but by removing one, two more take its place and the process continues until there is nothing left to claim.
One of these chip's goes by the name of Jeremy Copper, a fat, balding man where sweat beads easily fall down his head and onto his expensive suit. No matter how expensive a suit may be, the one wearing it must be able to pull it off, and this man could hardly put it on in the first place. His small squinted eyes were quite apparent, along with the man's rather large forehead, where every few minutes a small white handkerchief would slide along it grabbing any sweat that it would catch onto the dirty cloth. It was clear that he was masking his most distasteful smell with what seemed to be gallons of high class cologne, A True Man; Take your masculinity in hand and smack the beasts with it. Quite a distasteful smell that if gave off, but still somewhat bearable compared to what lied underneath.
Even though larger than the average man in both height and stomach size, he still somewhat managed to be able to tuck in his shirt. His hands seemingly large along with his fattening arms lined with dark hairs that contrasted his copper brown skin. Ironic enough, he wore a copper wrist watch, copper belt buckle, and a copper tie pin. This man surely lived up to his name, even to the rusted copper smell of the cologne.
He was currently at the docks in a small white warehouse, with multiple guards in black stationed outside. The current black sunglasses were placed on their faces and very few had hair upon their heads, and the one's that did had it cleanly trimmed. Each one showing professionality that was required of such profession. Various pieces of graffiti lined the warehouse, each one in an almost unreadable format that one would have to look closely at it to even understand it.
Within the warehouse sat Mr. Copper in a small white chair which to any outsider would look somewhat comical at the size difference of the two. Across from him was a man with multiple tattoos along his arms, each one depicting the various Grimm that are located across the world. His face had a pair of gold aviators sitting upon his nose, and lined underneath it was multiple scars going across his eyes where one would think that he was blind from those wounds. Gold rims lined his teeth spelling his names; "Rockstar". Quang "Rockstar" Young, a longtime business partner of Mr. Copper as seen with his over familiar attitude towards the fat man. The two shared a laugh back and forth and what seemed to in-between the two was a large stack of one-hundred lien bills tied up and stacked high enough that it seemed to be more than a small fortune for a poor man on that table.
"So, tell me Mr. Copper, what kind of "merchandise" might you be looking for today, or is this just a friendly visit and you just felt like being generous by giving me such a large sum of lien today?"
A hardy laugh came from Mr. Copper and then was followed by a cough into his handkerchief.
"You're a funny man Rockstar, or should I begin calling you Mr. Young for the business we've had between the two of us." Another cough interrupted his line. "No, I've called you hear because I'm in need of another pet. The last one I bought from you decided to break itself, and now I'm here."
Rockstar had his chin in his hand as he rocked in the chair across from Mr. Copper.
"I was hoping for one of those animals you keep more towards the back. The little ones that I've had just can't keep up with me anymore, and I'm hoping for a feisty animal would be able to give me something more, you know?"
Rockstar nodded his head in agreement. "Alright, I can bring out a few for you to look at. I must say though, they are much tougher than the others I've sold you, but they're also more of a handful and harder to 'train', but I think a man of your caliber might be able to handle one."
He motioned his hand from behind him and two men in suits came out dragging behind them two cages with a black cloth covering them completely.
Mr. Copper grew a smile on his face as he wiped his brow once again with his handkerchief.
"I was planning on holding onto these two a little longer, but in our friendship, I'll show them to you now, and, hell; I'll even give you a discount on these two."
Mr. Copper clapped his hands together like a small child and grew and even wider smile on his face. Rockstar walked over to the cages and smacked his blade against the cage, silence followed, but it was clearly to send a message to the inhabitants.
"Now, here are both Jack and Jill, our newest product" He grabbed ahold of the black cloth and flung it off both cages.
The smile that was on Mr. Copper's face disappeared, and anger came over Rockstar.
"Where the fuck are the little animals!" He quickly approached one of the men in black.
By no means was Rockstar a tall man, but rather the exact opposite. He stood around 5'5, so it turns, the man in black towered above Rockstar and made it look like a child was yelling at him.
"What the fuck did your dumbasses allow to happen to our merchandise, then embarrass me in front of a good business partner at that too. You two really fucked this up!" He turned around with his hands covering his face and he was sighing quite loudly at that.
He let his hands drop and he turned back around to the man, but nothing was said. Instead, there was a small gasp of air that seemed to escape from Rockstar, and little droplets of liquid fell to the ground.
"Rockstar? What seems to be the problem?"
The small man collapsed to the ground in front of the hulking giant, and in his hand, was a rather large knife that was covered in a red liquid which Mr. Copper immediately recognized to be blood.
The two individuals ripped of their suits and showed beneath them were multiple tattoos and rather barbaric looking clothing. They took off what seemed to be wigs and revealed ears that sat atop their head and tails that flowed behind them, their teeth barring at the fat man. Fear was spread across the man's face as he tried to stand up, and subsequently fell over in the chair; it being stuck to his rear.
Small chuckles came from the two Faunus approaching him.
"Stop laughing you damn animals and stand me up this instant!" He shouted as he attempted to roll out of his predicament, making quite a fool of himself in front of the two.
"Guards! Guards! Come help me! There are two murderers here! Help!" Mr. Copper shouted out the guards standing outside of the warehouse, but there was not a single response, instead it came from one of the men in the room with him.
"Our brothers won't be coming to your rescue you pig" Fear ran across the face of Mr. Copper as he realized the situation he was in. He wound up a kick and rammed his foot into the fat man's side, causing him to wince at the pain and grab ahold of his side in response.
Tears began to run down the face of the fat man as he looked up at his assailants, almost attempting to make puppy eyes towards them, but terribly failing being a rather large grown man.
"Please…please let me go. I'll give you whatever you want. Lien, I have even more than that on the table there. I can make you two very rich…" No response.
"I…I can give you women…or men even. Do you want they small or big? I have my connections, just please let me live." More and more tears fell down the man's face as the two stared at him in disgust.
"Oh, we'll be taking the lien you damn pig, but also your life. Your racist bastard, we know what you have done, and for our people, and the rest in Mistral that you cause to suffer, we will make sure to make you suffer the same before we slit your throat and feed you to the fishes." The Faunus put his foot on his chest and spit on his face causing him to scrunch up his expression and gasp for air.
A loud gunshot rang from the outside and yells from the other Faunus alerted the three inside. Clashes of metal on metal sounded, and more gunshots followed along with what sounded like blood being sprayed across the sheet metal outside. Screams of their fellow Faunus soon followed with more clashes of what seemed to be blades, and soon, there was nothing.
"What's going on out their brothers?" The one with his foot on the man's chest yelled out.
Quiet was the only response they received.
"Go check it out." He motioned towards the other one who, reluctantly, made his way towards the two big doors to the warehouse. He was halfway to the door, but was stopped as the doors started to open, not from himself, but the assailant from the outside. Through the slightest crack in the door, moonlight shown through, but it was much different from normal moonlight. The strangest thing, is that the broken moon itself shown red and on the ground at the opening doors was an even darker red. Each member in the warehouse knew exactly what that red was.
The doors were fully open now, and outside they could see the destruction that was held there. Multiple bodies lied still on the ground, wounds wide open and multiple holes ridden in each one, but the worst sight was hardly that. The wounds that each body had was that if it was cleaved across their chests, faces, or even sawed in half, leaving behind the most gruesome of messes.
The fat man covered his mouth in response to the sight and closed his eyes as well. The man that was closest to the door took another step back in fear, terrified at the sight in front of him. The last Faunus was taken aback at what he saw. Bodies mangled, and blood sprayed everywhere.
That's when they finally saw it. A lone figure stood right between the doors, covered in the blood of the bodies that laid behind him, a saw blade laid in his right hand and it had the appearance of what seemed to be a cleaver. It dripped what could be told as blood, and even more blood laid upon the blade causing it to have a rather rusted look, but making it clearly obvious that it has been covered in blood more than once and left unclean. In his left hand lied a rather large gun with a large muzzle at the end, making it have the appearance like that of an old-time blunderbuss. Black was the color they could tell that was not covered by blood was the leather that adorned the figure. A strange looking hat sat upon his head and a black mask covered the lower part of his face only allowing for a pair of strange goggles to stare at them inside. The goggles a bright green color, only slightly covered in droplets of blood.
The closest Faunus pulled out a two-bladed ax of his back and ran towards the figure screaming.
"You bastard! I'll fucking kill you!" The figure took a stance, and as soon as the man swung the ax at him, the man dashed backwards dodging the ax with little effort. Before the slash was finished, a click was heard and the ax extended into a musket which fired from almost point blank range in front of the man, but he simply dashed forward as the dust-fired bullet flew past his head and right into the man that fired it.
He slashed at the Faunus before he could react, the saw seemed to shred the Faunus clothing with each swipe, and each swipe dangerously lowering his aura, soon spraying blood across the ground. The Faunus screaming jumped back attempting to back away and recover, but before he could do so, a small spark appeared at the small round piece which connected the saw to the handle, spinning the blade upwards, catching the man attempting to escape, causing a large gash to appear on his chest, spraying blood across the figure. The Faunus fell to the ground with little effort, a small pool of blood began to appear almost instantly beneath him.
The blood trailed to the fat man lying onto the ground, soaking into his coat, yet his eyes were still closed and his hands covering his mouth. Sweat began to mix with the blood, spreading it out even more, and staining his suit much more. The remaining Faunus looked down at his fallen comrade, and back to the lone figure, teeth barring like a wild animal, rage could only be told from looking at him.
He pointed his knife towards the figure. "Tell me your name demon, so that when I slay you and avenge my fallen brothers I can boast of how I killed a damn monster!"
The figure tilted his head to the side as if confused by the question, and unclicked the saw blade back to its original form. The irritated the Faunus captor even more, making him pull out a small stick which unfolded into an even longer staff, then he placed the knife at the head which then expanded into a large broad headed halberd. He took stance, pointing the edge towards the figure, ready for a fight, yet the man stood still, as if not seeing him as a threat. Angered to the fullest, the Faunus raged towards the man, charging with the halberd spear-head towards him, only to see a small movement of his left wrist and the figure pulling up his blunderbuss. Few things crossed the Faunus's mind at that moment, and the main one was, 'How can such a puny shotgun stop my fully strengthen charge. This man is dead!'
Then in a split second, everything stopped. Shots riddled the Faunus's body, making him fall to the ground, dropping his weapon in the process, and falling to his knees. His eyes looking up at the figure standing right in front of him. The saw disappeared, and instead, his hand reached into his chest almost instantly, as if his aura was doing nothing to protect him. He felt it directly, the hand of a man ridden with what seemed like beasthood, grabbing ahold of his very heart, and crushing it in an instant. Everything continued and the Faunus fell to the ground dead, as if the figure walked into the building and found everything like this, all gone in a matter of minutes.
The sound of grunting made the figure turn around and notice the fat man standing up, brushing himself off and kicking the now dead body of the first Faunus he killed in the warehouse.
"You damn animal! That's what you get when you mess with Jeremy Copper!" He continued to kick the innate body and throw multiple curses at it until his face became beat red.
The fat man finally stopped and wiped his brow with the now blood soaked handkerchief, still oblivious to it. He looked towards the figure and smiled.
"I knew a Hunter would come and save me…but your methods are quite different from what I expect from a Hunter. You guys are more, 'Knock em unconscious and let the police take care of em.'" There was no response from the Hunter. "But I'm not saying that you did a bad job, since you most defiantly did save me…" The Hunter was still quiet.
The fat man coughed once more. "Tell me boy, where did you graduate from so I can send them that I was quite pleased about your services, of course I'll leave out the whole 'killing' thing. Was it Haven? I bet it was, Beacon or Atlas can't for the life of them produce killing machines like Haven can."
It was still silent from the Hunter.
"You should listen when someone is talking to you, you know. It's quite rude. I'll let you off since you saved me, but you should at least show your face and introduce yourself."
The Hunter turned around towards the fat man, mask and hat still on, but he started to speak.
"During my hunts, I learned from fellow Hunters that beasts are not the only things infected."
Mr. Copper tilted his head, confused from the Hunter's statement.
"I was told that sometimes the worst beast is the one that lies hiding within man, and that all men have beasts inside of them. Some just have a better mind to control theirs." He began walking towards Mr. Copper, making him step back a few paces.
"Th..That…that sounds very interesting, but I must be going now!" He spun around on his tiny feet and tripped over the dead Faunus that he was kicking earlier, making him fell to the ground and make a rather large thud. He spun onto his back to take one more look at his assailant before his seemly demise.
The figure removed the mask and hat and reveled one of the most terrifying sights ever seen, possibly having the ability to terrify the Grimm into submission.
The Hunters face was something like that out of a nightmare book. Its forehead was several layers dug into its own head, presuming that it has a deformed skull. Its nose hung lower than its mouth, almost like a thin line split his mouth into two pieces, and the lips themselves stretched out at least a few inches with bright purple lips. Its eyes, even though covered, dipped into the lower part of its eye sockets. The chin almost seemed to dig itself into the things head. It's very skin color appeared abnormally white, like that of a ghost. Its hair, strangely normal to the rest, was a greenish purple, like a mix between its goggles, and lips. The hair was tied back into a pony tail which fell to its center back.
It looked like that of a demon, and that was the last thing Mr. Copper saw before a saw cleaver dug itself into his head, cutting off all functions of the body, leaving him limp, but with a face or horror still upon his face.
The Hunter put his hat and mask back on was walked out of the warehouse, simply playing with his weapon by extending, and retracting it many times, and he walked back into the shadows and the once red moon turned back to its milky white, broken state.
Funny isn't it that I made an entire chapter just to feature a small portion of the terrifying creations that we all might or might now have created, or have at least seen within the world of Bloodborne, also to show that there are terrible things that happen around the world and not just in Vale. Yeah, people are fucked up, and I had to make it worth while to include that. There's not much left to say here beside I hope you enjoyed reading and I hope you can wait for the next chapter to come out as well, and hopefully, it will be about our beloved Valtr. Please comment, or whatever you readers enjoy doing. Goodnight, and sleep without those wonderful nightmares shall we?
