New chapter... yay...
Internet was out so I wasn't able to get this out early so yeah.
Side note, probably last chapter I'm uploading. I might be able to get another one for the weekends but I mean... today's is the last days of my holidays. Come morning and I will be back struggling through mathematics (which I've struggled to even practice), scuffed research papers and least of all, dealing with a very very hated teacher that you want to watch get run over.
At least there's art. Which I've been practicing alot during my free time. Even made a new pfp for this account.
Anyways, bit of an info dump again on this chapter, so... it might get confusing.
Oh yeah, to the person that said that this story is getting more convuluted and I'm one of those writers. I agree. Yes the story is getting more convuluted but I feel like it won't be as interesting anymore without this convulution. Reason for that? It's as they said, I didn't know when to stop. I won't say I've learned my lesson because I'm still learning, but all I can do is salvage this. I will do what I must to turn this situation around, even if it takes away my sleep and-! Oh wait they said they're out... oh well.
Sry for long AN. In a mood.
I've put brackets next to the chapter titles. They're the meanings behind their names which you can go back to check.
"You plague ridden rat!" – Blood Echo/Memory
"Away! Away!" – Yharnam
"You fiend…" – Remnant
Quietus in Sleep: Begonia (Beware)
"Fucker…" The lone bird cursed.
The burly Black Bird picked up his fallen blade and pointed his odd pistol at a bloodstained Alfred.
"Al-Alfred?" The fallen Jaune managed to force out, the back of his head still bleeding.
"Sit tight, Hunter Jaune." The fellow blonde responded with a manic grin. "I'll take him down just as I did that heretic."
The hunter of vilebloods lifted the giant hammer of the floor and placed it on his back. He lowered his body and then, leaped forwards.
Firing a shot from his pistol in an attempt to push the hunter of course, the lone Black Bird slashed at his front just as Alfred cleared the short distance. The hunter of vilebloods sidestepped the attack, grabbed hold of the man's shoulders and threw him in the opposite direction, away from Jaune.
Before he could say a word, Alfred dashed towards the Black Bird.
No words were spoken besides the clashing and banging of weapons. Alfred swiping and slicing away at the Black Bird, the latter dodging and deflecting attacks in a more refined manner that Jaune had not seen him display before.
'Vial… I-I need a… vial…'
He wordlessly searched his body, reaching into his coat to find the pocket that held his blood vials. The sound of clashing blades rang suddenly rang closer, prompting the fallen hunter to search faster. He eventually found the pocket and picked out a vial.
"Argh!" The shout resounded from Alfred, whose foot was next to Jaune's face.
He gazed upwards to find the Black Bird's eastern blade piercing into his shoulder and pistol against the executioner's gut. Alfred's sword arm was lifeless, the grip of the Kirkhammer sword loose. The hunter of vilebloods other hand was gripping the pistol, his hand shaking as he fought against the opponent's finger from pulling the trigger.
Although Alfred was dominating against the lone Black Bird before, now his body was riddled with little scratches and slicing wounds particularly around his legs and arms. The Black Bird pushed the blade deeper into his shoulder prompting a pained yelp.
"Such death delivered in such a disgusting way." The Black Bird muttered. "You truly do take after those Executioner dogs. But don't worry…" He pushed the blade deeper, earning another yell and a glare, "I'll end your delusional existence here and now, and reclaim her honour!"
'Shit, shit, shit!' Jaune thought. 'My vial! I need to hit him with my vial!'
Alfred lost the contest between the firearm's trigger and the Black Bird fired. By some stroke of luck however, Alfred managed to pull the gun in the way the Black bird pushed against, missing him completely and he used this moment to send the Black Bird away with a weak kick.
"M-my vial!" Jaune quickly forced out, lifting his arm with a vial in his hand.
"My thanks." Alfred replied, snatching it from his hands and injecting himself with it.
Arming himself with his sword once again, Alfred charged the enemy.
Jaune on the other hand began to pick out another bloodvial for himself to use. Once found, he jabbed it into his arm.
Finally regaining his senses, Jaune arose from the floor. Like Alfred, he armed himself with his own blade and turned to face the ongoing battle between the two.
It was brutal. It was different from anything he's seen. Sure, the fight with Gascoigne destroyed the tomb's grounds and graves a bit and bloodied up the place but this was different.
Flesh rend, blood flew, and two hunters raged.
While one – Alfred – used his strength to his advantage, swinging wide and openly to cut off as much area of escape and delivering heavy strikes that clearly wore down the enemy. The Black Bird was more finessed, his blade clashing and sparking as he deflected each attack that left an opening for a quick strike, and although he rarely used that pistol of his, he would occasionally fire in an attempt to leave the former in a visceral state.
It was bloody. So bloody in fact, Jaune could've mistaken the smashed corpse of the Black Bird's partner as part of the architecture.
How they lived, escaped Jaune's mind.
'How the hell am I supposed to help him?' He asked himself. 'And that way of fighting, it's way more refined and technical than what he showed, fighting me. Alfred must've been tougher than he thought.'
At this moment, there was no way for him to help, not yet.
Until an opening showed for Jaune to enter and assist the hunter of vilebloods, he would need to watch as the two continued to paint the area red. But there was no need.
A few seconds later, Alfred was sent flying back into him. Luckily, he didn't fall over as he caught him.
He looked up and caught sight of a blood-soaked Black Bird who's body leaned against a wall; his sword propped on the floor as extra support. The pistol he used was cut and destroyed, smashed to pieces by what he assumed was Alfred's own sword. How he did that, he didn't know, most likely pure strength alone.
The Black Bird was heaving and was falling as he slowly slid down the wall.
Alfred himself was no better, if anything, Jaune would've assumed him dead from his look.
Like the Black Bird, he was covered and soaked in blood, so much so that he felt like a wet towel. Jaune can barely tell that he was breathing if it was not for the rising chest.
'This… this is a fight between proper hunters, isn't it?' He thought after a second.
Shaking the thought away though, Jaune pulled out another of his own vial and stabbed Alfred in the shoulder, he repeated this four times.
Alfred himself, seemed to recover fine after, although still bloodied.
"My thanks once again…" He heaved with a coarse voice. "If it weren't for your vial earlier, I would've perished a lot sooner."
"You didn't carry any on you?" Jaune asked incredulously.
"Nay, I was running on a limited supply." Alfred shook his head before coughing. "The one I used before was my last. A foolish mistake on my part."
'Seriously?!'
He looked back to the spot the two fought.
Red. Deep, murky red. This would've been preserved in a museum as some sort of wall art.
"Oum…" Jaune whispered as he gazed at the sight.
He looked to a blood-soaked Black Bird who's chest rose and collapsed, heaving and taking in as much breathe as possible. He now laid against the wall, weapon to his side and head facing upwards. It would seem that he was in a similar situation to Alfred.
Jaune can hear a distinct whispering sound that came from behind the red painted helmet of his. He was muttering something to himself. Perhaps about his failure or something.
"What do we do with him?" Jaune nodded towards the Black Bird. "I guess we kill him?"
"Indeed." Alfred snarled. "It would be a start to wiping these abominations out once again."
Alfred cracked his body and stretched his shoulders before approaching the fallen foe. Jaune was too his side. The hunter of vilebloods tricked his Kirkhammer and raises the weapon, ready to pummel him into pieces of flesh just as he did his partner.
"Wait." Jaune stopped him.
"What is it?" Alfred growled, facing him with a face that one would mistake for a beast.
He gulped, swallowing his fear.
"We should question him." Jaune said. "We could learn something about the Bloodminister before we end him. You only said that all you knew about her was her ranking right? We could learn more about her."
'And if she is like me.'
"Worthless." Alfred spat. "They're her assassins, they're loyalty is to the queen and her. They'll spare nothing."
"We can at least try." Jaune asserted.
…
…
"Fine." Alfred nodded reluctantly, letting the hammer fall to his side.
Jaune gave him a nod of his own to show his gratitude. He then kneeled down to the Black Bird who continued to mumble to himself as he looked to the sky.
"Hey." Jaune started off. He received no response, so he tried again. "Hey. You hear me?"
The mumbling stopped and the bloodied helmet gazed at him.
'Alright then. Let's see what we get out of you.'
"I need some answers. Answers you have." Jaune began.
There was a silent stare between the two, urging Jaune to continue.
"Listen. I won't hold back on what I'm gonna say." Jaune sighed. "We will kill you and obviously you won't tell us anything, but. I'll still ask. Who is the Bloodminister?"
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…
'Well damn.' Jaune sighed.
Surprisingly enough though, the injured man did answer. Just not in the way he wanted.
"You… you have dreams, don't you?" He coughed from his helmet.
'…What?'
"What do you mean?" Jaune humoured him, hoping that it'll get him to answer.
"Dreams…" The Black Bird repeated hoarsely. "…How old are you?"
'This is… what does he want?'
"Fifteen." He replied. "Will you answer my questions now?"
"…Fifteen…" The Black Bird breathed. "I pity you…"
He let his head fall back against the wall and looked to the skies once more. It seemed like he had all the time in the world with the way he appeared.
"Just answer the question will you?" Jaune grunted.
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…
"Dreamer… walker… lost child…" The Bird muttered. For a moment he was silent and Jaune was about to ask again, but he beat him to it. "I feel sorrow for you to be here. So, I shall *cough*, s-spare you one thing."
"Fine." Jaune sighed. It was better than nothing. "What is it?"
"…She… comes…"
As those words were breathed out, a shadow befall them.
"MOVE!" Alfred suddenly shouted, tackling Jaune away and towards the shrine.
He looked up to see what had happened and was shocked.
On top of the Black Birds body, was a person. A person who donned scarlet plated armour and flowing robes that appeared like a small tailcoat. Mixing with it, were black robes that hugged their chest , a skirt, thigh highs and fingerless gloves that were outfitted with gold linings, along with red metal armoured boots. And upon their face… was a bone white mask. Contrasting the mask, was long, lush and black raven hair.
The person was holding an eastern blade which was longer than that of the Black Birds, red in colour resembling blood. The scabbard, almost rectangular in shape was as long as the blade, attached to the person's hip.
The Black Birds words from earlier ringed around his mind. She comes. It was obvious to him who this person was and most of all, to Alfred.
"Bloodminister…" The Bird coughed out. "Thank you… Blood… Bloodminister Raven."
The Black Bird's helmeted head fell against the blade that pierced into his chest. He was gone.
"Yes." The now identified Bloodminister Raven said behind their mask. "Although you failed my expectations. At least you will be honoured with serving the Queen, even in death."
It was then, she turned to look at him. A look that paralyzed him.
The red eyes behind the eyelids of the bone mask pierced into his very soul. The red markings seemingly made it even more terrifying as it appeared almost as if the eyes glowed when looking at him.
Ravens. They were a symbol of death in Remnant. They were harbingers… omens.
That look she gave him. It was as if she was an omen brought to life.
"It's her…" Alfred whispered, his manic tone now gone and replaced with something more sinister. "She's here."
Raven stood still in her spot; eyes still trained on the two.
Unlike her though, Alfred rose from the floor and with all reason abandoned, rushed towards her, Kirkhammer sparking as he dragged it on the floor. From there, he swung his hammer.
Raven however was unconcerned.
One flick of her finger and the oncoming hammer was sent flying out of the hunter of vileblood's hands and off the platform. Stone connected with stone as the trick weapon landed.
"I still have my hands!" He growled and delivered a straight jab.
And it connected. And yet it did nothing to the Bloodminister who stood completely still as a statue, not even budging from the fist that was planted on her mask.
Almost as if she was mocking him, she tilted her head.
"Is that all?" She asked as if feigning ignorance.
Answering her question, Alfred began to pummel the Bloodminister, sending punch after punch. Yet still, there was no noticeable damage. No rather, she was not hurt at all. Alfred for once, backed away from her, shocked at the sight before him just as Jaune is.
"And I thought you'd actually make me feel something." She taunted. "Disappointing."
To pour salt on the wound, she sheathed her blade. This boiled Alfred's blood as instead of fearing her as he should've been, he rushed her again.
He was sent flying, not in the way that one would've thrown their opponent that sent them a few meters away. No, he was sent flying, all the way towards a wall which he bounced off of but not before cracking it slightly.
All of that was from a punch.
Jaune, who kneeled down before the shrine eyed the Bloodminister with eyes wide as they can be. His hands were shaking, his legs even more so.
'This… this is insane!' His brain alarmed him. 'There's no way she's like us! There's no way she was like those Black Birds! Who the hell is she?'
Raven lowered her fist and faced Jaune again.
He gulped down, swallowing his fears and standing, like a knight rising against a monster. And that wouldn't be wrong.
"Foolishness." Raven shook her head. "Even after that you still stand. Weaklings should cower before the strong, not stand against them."
She took a step forward and he took one back. Immediately, his back was against the shrine.
'Shit.'
"Although…" She said taking another step. "You… you must be the new Walker aren't you?"
'Walker… that man… he said it before.' He realized, thinking back to when he was interrogating that Black Bird.
"What do you mean by that?" Jaune asked. "What's a Walker?"
She paused in her step. Then she chuckled. She then drew her sword and pointed it at him.
"You." She then pointed to herself. "And me, or what I used to be. And all those who will come after us. That's who we are. Sleepwalkers."
'…No way!... NO WAY!'
It finally made sense to him why that Black Bird was asking if he was dreaming. Sure, he had his suspicions, but he didn't think that he would know. Afterall, there was simply no way for someone to be aware of his condition, not unless someone else told them about it.
And now that someone was standing before him.
'This is insane! This should be impossible!'
But is it? After all, Doll did say that there were hunters before him that dreamt, hunters not of this world but from Remnant.
"Shocked, aren't you?" Raven chuckled. "A surprise indeed, but you get used to it after the first two encounters."
She slowly approached him once more and he pointed his blade at her. She stood before him, closer than ever, in fact, simply pushing forward and he would pierce into her chest. But he couldn't, instead, his blade shook as it made contact with her body.
He was welcomed by another surprise however, as when she pushed the blade aside gently, she sheathed her sword once again. And then reached out with an open palm.
A fight he expected but not an open hand.
"W-what?" He breathed out nervously.
"You're from Remnant. You're one of me." She said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. "Come with me. Join me, and we shall head back to Cainhurst."
'Cainhurst… Castle Cainhurst.'
It all makes sense to Jaune now, all of it, why the Black Birds were trying to capture him. It was like the world was falling around him. The only question was, why?
As if reading his mind, Raven spoke.
"There are very few of us you see. So much so that we might as well be nails in a haystack." She started off. "I'm sure the Doll has told you, she's surprising like that. She probably said that you weren't the first, eh?"
Although he didn't answer, his expression was enough to prompt the Bloodminister to continue.
"Yeah, it is quite a vague thing to say. You'd assume that there were many of us, but there were only three of us at the time. Only three." Raven chuckled. "And I'm seeking you lot out. Our… let's say successors."
"And why is that?" Jaune spoke up. Although scared, one can hear a tint of curiosity in his tone.
Raven didn't answer, not yet. Instead, she unstrapped the bone mask and took it off, revealing a light complexioned face and red eyes that would make any normal man ogle at the beauty. But to Jaune, it played further in enhancing his fear of her as a powerful monster, one who wore the face of a beauty.
And that monster grinned, baring her teeth like a feral wolf.
"To conquer this world." She finally answered.
There was a moment of silence between the two.
'This… this was insane… She's insane!' Jaune only thought.
"So, what do you say?" Raven asked, pushing out an open palm again. "Will you join me? Or will you watch me?"
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…
"This… is mad. You're out of your mind." Jaune replied.
"Is that a, yes?" Raven asked, tilting her head.
He looked her straight in the eye and gave her his answer.
"No."
Once again, silence. And then a sigh.
She placed the mask on her face and strapped it in, giving her the look of an omen come alive once again. Or rather, a look familiar to the two only, a Grimm.
She then turned and walked away.
Is that it? Was that all she had to say? Jaune wondered and wondered what could've made her go. Surely, it couldn't be all… right?
"As a fellow Sleepwalker once, I will respect your decision." She called out. "It takes strength to conquer the challenge of escaping this world you know, so I will give you that."
She turned to her head to look at him, back still facing him.
"But do you have the strength to back up your choice?"
With that said, she vanished, leaving behind a trail of a red blur as she swiftly drew her blade, smearing the air with red.
Jaune was lucky enough to block the strike, a strike that smashed him through the shrine, off the platform and down towards the stone floor. He slid on the floor as he made contact, pieces of rubble from the shrine flying past him.
'My back!' He cried internally.
He rolled himself into a kneeling position as he slowed and found himself next to an unconscious Alfred. Which he quickly injected a vial into in concern of his health. He took one himself to heal his near broken body.
He looked back forwards just as Raven dropped down from the platform of the chapel and pointed her blade at him.
"Let's test your mettle, shall we?"
There wasn't time for him to think as she flew towards him, kicking up rubble like a storm. And instead of blocking her attack like he did before he instead avoided the attack entirely and ducked under it.
Making as much distance from her as possible to draw her from the unconscious Alfred, he quickstepped away.
Raven didn't give chase, not immediately, and turned to face him again. He noticed more rubble on the floor as he noticed there was a large gash on the wall.
'Holy mother of Oum.' Jaune thought. 'How is she that strong?!'
Once again, the Bloodminister flew towards him, now nearly as fast as a bullet as he just barely managed to dodge a thrust attack.
He threw a slash at her which she blocked with ease. She reached for him, but she narrowly missed as he moved his head out of the way.
He bashed her with a shoulder that should've knocked her back but instead, it was like he hit a brick wall. And he paid for doing so as she kneed him in the abdomen, grabbed his face and threw him towards a set of stairs that led towards the lamp.
Although he landed hard, it didn't break his bones as he thought it would. It was like she was holding herself back from doing so.
He snarled as he rose, jabbing a vial into his thigh.
He raised his sword just in time to meet Raven's, holding the blade with his left hand as support. There was a crack as they collided, and his left arm snapped.
He suppressed a yelp and ducked under a hook that came from the left, rolling through the attack and behind her. He delivered a slash as he rose, nicking her only a little and backstepped once.
She turned swiftly and prepared to leap forwards again, but he thought ahead.
Jaune threw his sword at her, the weapon spinning as he did so. She was caught surprised but deflected the sword with ease.
During this short period, he jabbed another vial into himself and rushed forwards. He reached for the hammer on his back as he did so and dragged it on the floor, the weapon screeching as it did so and he delivered and up swipe. The attack connected, with Raven blocking it using her hand, though he noticed her foot slid a little as he hit.
Wasting no time, he let go of the hammer and rushed past her and picked up his fallen sword. He then dashed towards her again, pointing the blade at her chest.
Casually dropping the hammer, she spun on the spot, and sliced at him. He managed to abandon the attack and rolled once again. As he stopped himself next to Raven, whose back was turned to him from that spin attack, he slid the sword into the hammer and swung just as she turned back.
She jumped up and landed on the hammer as his swing missed sent a moon kick that disoriented him for a second.
In that second where she landed, she bounced off the floor and towards, slicing his chest. He let out a pained shout and she plunged her sword towards him.
Jaune ducked once again, but not without the blade scratching his face.
He leaped away from her combination of attacks, each strike either being a narrow miss or nicking him.
He bumped into the tree that was in front of the chapel and ducked again as Raven swung horizontally and cleaved the dead tree in two. It fell to its side and he jabbed another vial into his body once again.
She shot towards him, even faster than before and was pierced into his chest.
'I-I couldn't even see her!'
She kicked him in the chest, knocking him backwards. But she wasn't finished, as she grabbed his arm and pulled him in again and kneed him. To continue, she butted the hilt of the sword into the back of his skull and spun him around before letting go and slicing his cheek open.
He was unsure of how he even survived the punishment.
He fell to the floor and began to crawl away.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck.'
He brought out a vial, but she booted it away. She used her foot and kicked him on his back to face her, using her foot to pin him down as she applied pressure on his chest, particularly on the wound she gave him.
"You did surprise me a bit, but still, you are weak." Raven huffed casually. "I see potential in you. Untapped but still there."
She tilted her head, eyes watching him like a bird inspecting its prey.
"Odd though. You displayed skill with the Kirkhammer that you shouldn't have for someone who just acquired it." She assessed. "The echoes grant us the muscle memory for us to fight with our chosen weapon effectively but not to this extent."
'How in the fuck did she know that I just got this thing?'
"And that movement… hahaha… ahahaha!" She began to laugh. "Ah… Nobert you old fool, so this is the kid that killed you?"
She lifted her foot and began to walk away from the hunter.
'…What?'
He was confused, rightfully so, as she just abandoned the task of killing him after laughing to herself.
"W-What are you doing?" He spluttered as he called out, unfamiliar with the feeling of having his cheek sliced open. "Aren't you going to kill me?"
"Hah! No." She laughed to herself. "No, I won't. Even if I said you're weak, you were able to not just stand but last against me. That's one form of strength if I've never seen one."
She flicked her sword, blood flying and painting the floor with an arc. She then swipe the sword across the sleeve of her attire to clean it.
"No, I'll leave you to whatever you goal is here. You've made your choice." Raven said. She then added with a taunting tone which seemed more like a threat. "And I'll be watching."
That was when she did the most bizarre thing that Jaune has ever seen during his time here in Yharnam.
Raven sliced vertically and quite literally cut a hole in the air, which teared itself into a black and red chaotic swirl.
"By the way. I forgot to add something about you joining me." She called to him. "Since I'll be asking you to join me again in the future, I might as well tell you now."
She slowly began to walk towards the tear in the air.
"I severed the contract with the dream. And if you join me, I can help you with that too."
~~AMONGST US~~
Much time has passed since Raven has left.
Jaune was able to recover after taking some vials and a rest. It also left him with the time to think about what the Bloodminister of Cainhurst said.
'I severed the contract.'
"…Severed the contract? How?" Jaune thought aloud.
It was bizarre, even more bizarre than that red tear Raven made. The fact that she can sever his contract of all things made it even more bizarre! That shouldn't be possible right?
And yet, what did he know about the dream? He doesn't even know how the contract was supposed to be fulfilled in the first place so… is this the easier way. Can he escape this nightmare if he did join her, her conquest for Yharnam?
'Could I… have my life back?' He looked to his palm.
That is if, he even is alive back in Remnant.
It was at this point, Alfred has awoken.
"W-what happened?" He coughed. "…Jaune?"
"You're awake. Are you alright?" Jaune asked him, standing from his spot and sitting next to the newly risen hunter of vilebloods.
"Have had better days." He coughed out. "What happened?"
Jaune explained to him the events that occurred, the conversation with Raven and the fight that she had, including the red tear she created. Of course, he left out the mentioning of his being a… Sleepwalker but he did tell him of her plans.
"Conquest over Yharnam… that woman is mad!" Alfred exclaimed.
'You can say that again…'
Alfred rose from his spot and turned to Jaune before bowing.
"I thank you Jaune." He said. "Not only did you discover her name and identity, you discovered her true goal and was even able to fight against her and survive."
"Uh… there's no need to thank me." Jaune replied, waving his hands at Alfred. "I just got my ass beat around if anything."
"Still, I can't thank you enough with how you've helped me." Alfred rose from the bow. "I wish to repay you, in anyway possible, that is if I can manage it."
'…Repay me huh?'
"Well… can you help me get to the grand cathedral?"
Ending was a bit rushed since it was really, REALLY fucking late. But at least Jaune is bombarded with a new option to leave the dream now... yay... I'm fucking tired.
And yes! It is the one and only Raven. I don't know how that person got Ruby/Summer (really baffled me) but it was obviously not her.
Anyways, for Raven's fit here, I just wanna clarify that it is her original outfit but slightly modified. She has that those red robes that resembled that acts a small tailcoat now and her armour extends to her shoulders. The mid-high thigh boots were changed to thigh highs and she now wears Knight armour boots painted red. The outfit has gold-linings similar to the Cainhurst Knight Attire as it was suppose to well, add to that noble cainhurst asthetic. Grimm mask the same.
Her weapon on the other hand is... different. It's Omen but at the same time it's not Omen.
I have some things I'd like to address for a bit.
1. Nobert is the name an unused model (cut content) in Bloodborne that was theorised to be the Cleric Beast (You can find it on the wiki). In here, he was a Black Church Hunter that was promoted to a Cleric but Jaune didn't know that as he was never shown that memory.
2. To those that think that I made her inhumanly (Bloodborne Hunter standards) strong, that is because I have my reasons for doing so. I'm sure some of you already have your speculations. I've displayed a number of hints to her reason for being so strong.
3. Oh and the Black Birds, those two are gone. They are one of the last three members of the assassin group. But one still remains! One very familiar character, one fucking bastard, I HATE HIM! HE WAS A BANE TO ALL HUMANOID FIGHTS IN BLOODBORNE, I HATE MYSELF FOR FIGHTING ON HIS LEVEL!
If you can't tell, I really really hate that person. They are canonical and are a real fucking bastard to fight. I'll say no more.
Cya or something. I need ma sleep. Still sick though.