Prayer is a much more meaningful part of religion.
Natsuki Subaru isn't so much keen on a religious person nor a precant, an atheist, to be exact. That isn't to argue that prayer isn't important; no idea besides the one for magic can be important in its entirety. However, the one saying that they fundamentally disregard the other deities has been the problem. The premise of the show is that each such deity is an independent entity, and once say a prayer they can rely exactly on that one deity. No thought goes into that prayer to consider god, the other deities, and the possible outcomes when one calls on them up.
Though this may be their truth, none of them can be relied upon in such a casual fashion. Subaru yearns to know, when will the nightmare end? It's not taking too much time to be said that the answer to that question cannot be answered. And they have also been at odds against each other for long enough that it's mind-boggling how prolonged the whole situation is.
If anything, the way that Subaru is currently living, he didn't even think that there would be such a thing anymore. What's the point? In the pit that has become his world, the only decorations of nail marks on the walls. Though, there is light at the top it feels a million miles away. Every attempt of reaching out for leniency to have someone up there, someone he hopes can throw a rope. But in the end, it backfires. They recoil, sensing something so foul within him, unwilling to offer an olive branch of hope to the leper teen, crushing the boy with new pain, another case of abandonment.
And so it goes on. Repeating in an endless cycle. That is what the spiral of hope does to the prayer, it spirals forever.
Taking that into account, he finds prayer the heaviest and loneliest part to commit to. Prayer for salvation, not for more to put up with any longer. It's reckless overuse of willpower and emotional power at a time he has neither and has to reach down, all in all, to pray in anything, anyone — Od, the Holy Dragon Volcanica, Shintoism, the Spirits, the biblical God, the stars, the cosmos, Echidna, even the Witch of Envy. Praying in the most intimate sense, he reaches out into his soul, asking for mercy in the flames of his anguish ahead.
To end it all. To be free to stop, even if only to cry again, if there is still any despair to cry about. Even if there is still anything left. For there is nothing left to extinguish the flames of his desperation. Nothing left to keep him going, nothing left to keep him alive.
"...Satella... there's no point... It's over..." Alone, he makes his prayer and utters for mercy in the dark smoke of an ending. But there are no answers.
A sort of emptiness echoed within his ears, indistinguishable as a word, as it was, as a breath, as a voice. Not quite a sense of life, his heartbeats out of breath all the same. But no one to sign, no answer from all. It continues to beat. The world continues to remain on an unstable pedestal and is nowhere to be found. Even if no one is here to share it. His loneliness has been birthed in its heartbeat.
Just a fleeting death among the living, an end of his prayer.
The realization sickens him. No answers. Everything he prays for he gets no answers. If there is no one to hear him anymore if there is no one to share his agony or answer his prayer. Then no help is to be expected.
His voice cannot be heard, his solace alone without a listening. This being true, the next step in the journey of loneliness is the most daunting.
There are no answers to Subaru's prayers. Even if there was one, it wouldn't matter here. He doesn't expect the answers to change his world, changed his predicament. It's all to so moot. No point to continue believing in the replies when there was never one, to begin with. There never will be a reply, there's nothing to take out of it. It only cripples his mind and tears his heart more to believe in a nonexistent hope than to believe there is nothing left to live for. The sooner he says goodbye to life, by whatever means necessary. Faster the better. It's more than he desires to live.
It's something that is a void in his entire soul, cutting open a sword into the deepest of his gut. It's his bones that seem to not be anymore able to bear his form, what was once his lungs will continue to breathe but not be able to uphold his lungs due to the incapacity of the action left.
Under the cover of darkness, Subaru can barely see anything in the cell, no light that weak, burning candle, a dull firelight caught the soul's reflections of a shadow. But the most important part is surely the sound, its moaning that escapes from every case where this voice is, and now, all Subaru can give attention to are those moans of a twinge as a wail, the agonizing in his ears as a hauntingly woeful call.
It's not that of a riot, yet he can well feel it. Distress, anguish, frenzy all at once.
From the dusk of enfer, they crawl forth from the depths of their dank depths. They crawl forth through the cracks and crevices in their walls, like sentient creatures twisting through the crevices in a cutaway.
Tiny figures, innumerable of them, lack of any sort of facial skin, pure white as their skin. If they are indeed light, that has been preserved by the darkness for so long. Words they speak mean nothing, and none can't tell the sum up their thoughts with no certainty either. Just a macabre scenery to cry from, something awful at most.
They come closer and closer, closer to his prone body, and Subaru can feel their eyes upon his entire being. There, hovering above him, staring into him with overwhelming silence and incomprehensible peace in the purest embodiment of sorrows. What he felt when he was pinned into his unknown fate alone.
Moans haunting, shadow chanting from a profound gloom, haunting sorrow to the cringe whine of echo.
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"Ahh, you've found yourself a hunter..."
A/U: Not gonna lie, but I'm completely surprised, if not outraged, that there has yet to be a more fanfic crossover story of Bloodborne and Re: Zero tied together! Say what?! So, as you can all see I took this matter upon my hands to at least write one myself for the fun of it. Especially, using a small ounce of formula from Re: Zero Forgotten by the big man himself, Youtoberz.
Now I'm kicking off this story with a rather short chapter, and I ain't going to lie to you guys but I have yet to properly formulate and organize the direction where I want this story to go. Truth be told, my rear end had the urge to sit down and write a story involving Bloodborne and Re: Zero while one day I was playing both of their respective games (Re: Zero—The Prophecy of the Throne)
And then, boom! Also, I've always wanted to take a little crack at the whole Re: Zero Forgotten shtick, yeah?
Heads up, as for how often I'll be coming in and out dropping chapters, updates on you all, that's whenever I'm all up for it in regards to writing. I am just like the rest of you guys; we all have our lives to live. That, and procrastination. Yup, yup.
Anyways, thanks for stopping by. There's no problem at all if you guys have any ideas in mind that y'all are willing to share in the review section or message. It's cool. I'll be sure to read it and give some thoughts on it.
Take care.
